River's flow
Steadily passing,
Like human beauty.

Serving of my nation for long long years
Being in pain without shedding tears
Many hypocrites and many soothsayers
Were in my way to create many fears

But still I maintain I paved my way
In that scorching fire of the day
I kindled my soul and dwindled to pray
For Beauty of Lord who has yet to lay

Her love on heart her beauty in eyes
Soul just cherishes and body dies
Then at times in those love cries
When truth of eyes changes to lies

After covering through that long distance
Crossing hurdles boarders and fence
I yet to think to finish this sentence
And be back with my people hence

Death should come in the company of friends
That is the point where body just sends
Clay to clay and trends to trends
That is where soul always bends

To her Master to her Lord
That is the time when call of God
Embraces soul being time barred
When the land takes back her ward

Love travels and beauty goes
Like the fragrance of innocent rose
The return of native will bulldoze
Where the world has,has supposed

All problems of the day
Where one has to ultimately say
Goodbye to friends and to foes
Soul has to go and body has to stay

With crazy desires and ***** needs
Nurtures again the soil seeds
Conviction being leader always needs
Where words are encountered by good deeds

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

I desire to perish,
yet I ask for health
I love another -
and thus I hate myself

Perish, perish,
Oh thought of wonder.
The mind needs rest and ease,
You drivel and drive.
Till the end of the line,
Can not your heart be set free?
But where do you travel,
In this bitter battle.
That no sane person would ever follow,
Is it here or is it there?
Whether up or down in this pointless manner,
My rest, my sleep matters.

Love* is an
Everlasting gift
that will never perish
*Forever.

I want to sleep..
I want to sleep and dream a dream
of falling asleep and dreaming.

I want to laugh..
I want to laugh at myself, my laughter
and laugh at the thought.

I want to live
I want to live a life and be immortal
and die to prove me wrong.

I woke in the middle of the night
to take note of this poem that came to mind -
a poem of all the poems I've written
of love and demise
our ups and downs, the fall-outs,
the make up ***, the up-rise.

Watery depths to sink in like stones, relishing the moments as gold wears down and folds.
Take this epitome of life and flush the blood out, the snow white complexion seemingly calmed down.
White gold mixes with bronze, bronze to mix with steel. This makes an alloy no stronger than it feels.
Quiet silence, sudden outbreaks, what happens to these souls when their love washed away.
Rush up to the wooden box, to be buried under the snow.
Push those regretful tears away, filled with sorrow and woe.
Put down those hands upon white cloth, resting onto the black attire to reminisce on the moment with loss