On her line she wants to drop me a line
This is how she just wants to communicate
Considering her to be fine to be mine
I follow what ever she intends  to dictate  

Love is nothing but the taste of her graces
Beauty is the point to where  we satiate
Her charming and alluring beauty embraces
She is wonderful ,marvelous and great

Weather is so unfaithful to remind the truth
The occasion to take her on just face to face
Where hearts get sooth in prime and youth
This is what is actual and the valid love base

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

A rush, a thrill
Heart won't chill
Exhilarating
Mind debating

Should I stop or should I go?
Drop it high or drop it low?
Bass from lips to hit the floor
Reacting well, they want some more

I box the beats, I beat the box
Some say I ****, others I rock
I really really give no f_cks
I'll keep on going, I can't stop

Feels like a lone drop
falling in the sea
coming from the dark cloud
chasing after me
but the sun still burns

wanna catch these feelings
just to put them in a cage
won't let them out until I
recover my trace
an then I trample on them
trample them down
to the ground

And this drop becomes a rain
so heavy like the pain
in my chest

And this tone will be so low
So cold like the winds will blow
and never rest

I hope someday
they'd fade away

Red Cup Red Cup, colorless backdrop
Just filled with water as its poured with the last drop.
Red Cup, Red Cup all packed with water
But the Red cup gets picked up and cracks at the bottom.
Red Cup, Red Cup, but black and white all around
The man holds it up and a drop falls to the ground.
That drop that drop, like a slow motion  flood
Is thrown to the ground with an ominous thud.
Red cup, Red Cup, now past its peak fullness
As the man sheds a tear for his entire life’s dullness.

My beloved do not **** me just drop by drop
Just **** me once with a sharp blunt weapon
I want to be killed but with just only one chop
Where and with which job can easily be done
What ever is desired please do without a stop
Throw my bruised body under scorching sun
Even you can put my head on blunt arrow top
But please do remember except you I have none

Life is a great misery without shelter of curl hair
Which is the only point of satisfaction and solace
Life for beauty has specific style,grace and flair
It is soft and cool in burning desert like muse buss
For your eyes sake I am ready to take and to bear
In the entire world you are mine my innocent avis

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

I walk past the poor every day
The ones that ask me for money
For the change
That I hear jangling in my ears long after I walk away
Money comes to me like a slip of paper
A white page
Stateing times and dates and hours spent
In the pursuit of happiness
Because that's how I feel when I get my wage
Like the hours I spent didn’t just waste away.
The jingle of my work, my age
Is what I pour into that man’s cup
It might be fifty cents
But it’s really six minutes
It might be six minutes
But it’s part of what I earned with my time.
Money is a sense of safety
A paper cushion
In my back pocket
That protects me from them.
A buffer of light green
Silver, copper, gold
That speaks of books
And travel
And new worlds
So I pour my dreams into that man's cup.
Maybe I can share my dream with him
Maybe the money
Will help him
In a way that it helps me
Maybe he will feel safer, warmer,  happier
With my hopes jangling in his pocket.
It may be fifty cents.
But it was still money
My money
That isn’t gaining me anything
Except a lightness in my pocket
And a quiet evaluation of where it can take me.
Money controls me
Just as much as I control it.
As I tip the coins
As they fall
I can hear them
They keep me going for another six minutes, then another six, then another.
That fifty cents,
Screams at me
Power, effort, time.
I want to think that money is good
That the people who get it are
But I see how I spend
How he spends
How she spends
And I think that the dreams that money whispers are for adults
And maybe I have to truly be an adult to know
That it’s not what my money does to me, but what I do
To those without.
My coins get caressed in his hands
***** in a  way
That’s so  different than mine
God bless
He whispers, and I think of the coins
That have that
Exact
phrase stamped on them.
Money should be used in Thomas Jefferson’s say:
To promote happiness in a responsible way
Because the tail of the devil must be dipped in the stuff
The economics of everyday making decisions tough
I can feel the relief it gives me to part with the money
But I calculate the loss
The casual toss
Of the money,
The money
That represents so much
Good
And so much hope.