My beloved you are so sweet
Your beauty even Spring can’t beat
Warm more than scorching sun heat
Our hearts are blended to meet

I have not seen beauty like you
Very many come cross and through
What to learn and what to pursue
Eyes attract like ocean blue

When I see my heart is to blow
Your beautiful gait is sweet and slow
Like a thundering mark to blow
You are just like golden glow

For your beauty and excellence
Life has nothing as precedence
Being senseless how I can sense
I remain dazed in your presence

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

She doesn't have to be your mother
For you to not call her a ***** for not doing what you want.
She doesn't have to be your sister
For you to not call her a ***** for having *** even once.
She doesn't have to be your daughter
For you to expect boys to respect her as a person.
"What if she was your mother/daughter/sister?"
Shouldn't be a valid question.
It shouldn't be a question that makes you stop and think,
"That's true, I need to treat women like I'd treat my female family members."
As though it's given you the epiphany
That even women you don't know are entitled to decency.
And if that question is what made you change your ways,
Get rid of the notion that women can only be treated to
The same amount of basic respect as men
If you can imagine your mother's/sister's/daughter's face staring back.

My love beware  of the treasure you are carrying along
Any thief may try to steel it from you in wink of an eye
You do not know the price and worth whatever belong
You have all the colors of universe my innocent butterfly

World is full of all , who can deceive you in a moment
Then nothing in world be able to compensate your loss
In that hour of trial your sky will be devoid of crescent
In this state of ethos you will just come across only chaos

Please do realize treasure once lost becomes a commodity
Love does not buy a beauty which has passed thru eclipse
Love remains nascent till the time is not touched by beauty
Beauty like a green wild ocean can easily take love in grips

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

What is love
Without loving
What is life
Without living
What is joy
Without giving

It is hollow

What is hope
Without wishing
What is air
Without breathing
What is art
Without feeling
It is nothing

What is age
Without learning
What is day
Without night
What is voice
Without singing
It is cracked

What am I
Without others
What could I do
Without brothers
How could we live
Without our mothers
We could not

I coloured my world today
my hands smeared in pastels
canary yellows
ripe peaches and cardinal ochres
pink from a flamingo sunrise
a passionate cerise

Splashed
an array of feisty blues
a flamboyant turquoise
a topaz tango
a twinkling periwinkle

Streaked it with
beams of gold
contoured lilac smudges
lavender tipped edges
in custard pineapple floats

Splattered emeralds, toned pistachio
fern greens with swift finger strokes.

Tempered it with
muddy crusty earthy browns
rock coloured sandy mounds
reined in royal purple
the sensual blaze of a flaming sunset
the dark indigo of a gloaming sky
agate drops a few
a silver sliver of a crescent new

I coloured my world
with my eyes
my fingers,hands
my hues
....the way I wanted to

We spin through magnetic nights
Falling in love with each others
Laughs and quirks
As we sail down streets
On wheels of joy
And bounce grey pebbles
Off copper train tracks
And feel cold wind play with out hair
As the train shoots past our deeply alive eyes
Spinning through magnetic nights