When still life is vibrant
And landscapes are dead
No beauty at pageants
No glory ahead
No pathways to follow
No pleasure to find
Desires so hollow
And so is the mind…

Be gentle but stalwart
Be kind but robust
Be passion itself
A jolly wind gust
Be flowing like water
Be warm as the sun
Be timeless like fire
It’s all just begun…

Words keep flowing
coming quicker
everlasting
piling thicker
never pausing
breathless! faster!!

Writing rapids
flowing wildly
no control
no sitting idly
faster! flowing!!

See them flying
all a jumble
stacked and piling
all asunder
flowing! stacking!!

Once you stop
the rhythm keeps them
moving onward
verbal mayhem
stacking! piling!!

STOP!!!

…again…

Land starts off muddy,
Full of nutrients.
There are no tufts of green.
Just the rich soil.

The soil is slowly infected,
Bright green grass spreads on its surface.
The soil loses part of its nutrients.

The grass loses its colour.
The soil begins to dry up.

The soil hardens, filled with cracks.

Fate is hidden written in the book
Palm takes from some uneven lines
Some jugglers play with being crook
Extract some meanings from mines

Whatever written either good or bad
Makes but destiny, destination clear
At times if known makes one just mad
Creation of God to Him near and dear

Faith is solace in this very difficult case
God is savior under all circumstances
He keeps His creation just face to face
Sparingly offers but very many chances

Full servitude brings all clear freedom
Man is vicegerent he must know to glow
Life is a stream from path troublesome
Man is a swimmer with flow he is to flow

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2017 Golden Glow

The moment I am in love I am like a blazon sun
Beauty gives air to the fire to take you and run
Tell me my sweetheart how can this all be done
All has gone pain what we have started as a fun

I see your image dancing all around in a state
Where I can not find me to be there to celebrate
Love is to associate with beauty to be moderate
Whatever is the experience that is really very great

Love is what beauty needs to nurture,to grow
To any solace and satisfaction it is really big blow
It is like a stream along which one aspires to flow
It culminates at pleasure but starts just in a row

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

to fat leaves i stepped on..
i begin to petal along..
yay im a tree in the disguise..
no dirt just sky..
i step on a flower..
and it burned bright like a meteor shower..
to fat leaves i still pedal..
my dad made this wooden bike from a tree in the meadow..
i left the bike one day there in a puddle..
it grew leaves the next day so i took a space shuttle..
i flew to the stars glued to my ceiling..
the kind that shines so bright but not really..
they are made of plastic..
they came from a company called shinetastic..
had to keep my light on to make them glow..
if not they become a no show..