He drank the wine
From the vine
Deep rooted
Beyond his border
Where the sun shined
warmth by design
Which bloomed sweet fruit
He stole from another

I’m searching for an answer.
Surrounded by monogamists I crawl and weep,
Surrounded by dogmatists I hunger.
I’m searching for a key to unlock the doors of profanity.
I don’t want to hear something about the seasons,
Or anything about ethics.
No more flowers,
Away with the aesthetic of yore.
Give me the affairs, the filth, secret lives.
Give me the runaways, the elderly, the jokesters.
Give me the casanovas and cougars.
I search this rotten boulevard and t
All night, all night, even during the day..
I’m on the search..
I’m looking for a key to unlock the doors of profanity.

They say that one hundred years ago
Women ‘earned’ the right to vote
It makes you wonder what men did
To earn that right before us.
It must’ve been something pretty impressive.

I am not a novelist writer, I could never fill chapters of our affairs.
The only way I know how to love is intimately and destructively unaware.

This tongue was created to turn saints into sinners.
Nothing excites me like bringing out the demons within her.

Just like the seasons love to trick her every year,
when she finally begins to feel comfortable,

I disappear.

Life is full of bruises on which salty water is poured
To increase pain and torture to celebrate the real love
All values of love, all shades of love are being ignored
In reality it is like vulture but apparently like a dove

Innocence and peace are the hallmarks to really portray
On ground it is but pieces of human bodies with blood
Moral values have been taken over by the colors just gray
This warrants revolution to bring real change like flood

Corruption flows in blood hence all body is polluted
It will definitely make all pieces to be cut one by one
To make the entire body crippled and integrity doubted
Man is standing thirsty in the desert under blazon sun

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow