Cold snow down my pants
another snowball fight defeat
a good reason to wrestle
with you naked
after some cocoa and some ***
while the death march
plays on TV
like an unending blizzard
that buries us all
with fallen ice palaces
and icicle spires
which pierce us
as they fall
before it all fades
to white

head for
the jeeps

i'm scrambling and
crawling through
bushes over the
sand dunes

head for
the jeeps

just in front of me
a potato masher
detonates and both
the jeeps explode

head for
the jeeps and
if you don't
make it try
for the half
track on the hill

but before i
reach the half
track they've got
me surrounded

and i'm alone
with the enemy

in war there
are only winners
losers
and prisoners.

No matter how much evolution takes place, we would still be taking people for granted who care for us.

Amidst the fun and frivolity your image peeps in
Then less you everything seems to me to be a sin
In sheer winter snow you warm me like wine tin
My heart remains anxious not to lose but to win

Your charm and your graces are spicy with taste
My love you are so pure my love you are  chaste
Please just embrace me let my hand be on waist
Spring is in bloom fragrance of flowers is in haste

Let me kiss you my love let me be on your way
Let your beauty pierce my body with this pray
For times to come chain of love be ready to play
I should love you dawn to dusk and night till day  

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

This uninformed state of being. Restless to the body and cutting to the soul. It stays mute when answers are dreamed of. A feeling in shambles our definition never close to line.


We give ourself the light of comfort and tell stories of warmness, it will be well we say. But unto the night our tears are robbed on the soft cottons of Mississippi.


Losing has become this idea of time giving pain to us freely. Leaving us with no chapters. It looks from a distance, a smirk on a face untamed.


But how do we tell this story? Where is the thing to crucify for, like christ to earth. Not even a thing can wear the cap of losing. For It eats us up and lay us by the sides of Neverland. We wait hoping someday we wake to daylight when we win again.

Donald

Lying to bed,
Bringing this pain.
Thoughts in my head,
Drive me insane.

Do the right thing.
Don't mind the lies.
Trouble it'll bring,
Sorrow and cries.

Let go of the past,
Forget its why's.
Problems won't last.
Eye on the price.

Focus and win.
Never give up.
Destroy that sin,
–addictions stop.

Before few days
may be the day before yesterday
a lion was killed
and
how its trembling roar
ended in a growl
before he touched his death,
you and I read in the newspaper
is all written by
the hunter

Today
another lion was killed
and story of his tragic death
was again
in the front page of all newspapers

Wait a minute
Somewhere,
I saw the lion’s picture
May be...
No, I am sure
He was on the front page of
the day before yesterday’s newspaper

But he narrated the story

Today's lion was
yesterday’s hunter

The prettiest game
That world has played
Is none the big
Just life if you dig

How long it's been
How long will it be
That's all a mystery
That's all a myth

You win in it
Happier you become
You loose in it
The smarter you become

It's a game of chances
Yet chance is one
You either win or loose
But learn is for sure

It's not what you think
It's more that you know
That's why it's the game
The game of chances

It's a game of priorities
They can be many but one
The one to achieve
To make you happy

But everything is not free
It has a cost
You have to pay
Then you cook and roast

When done you smell
You feel and hear
The more well it's done
More delicious it is

But is the cost paid
Not yet i should say
There's still something left
That something is sacrifice

Sacrifice all the things
For one to be the one
For which you leave all
The one which gives you all

That one may be hard
That one may be impossible
Yet the one is the shot
You wanna take with just one dot

You don't know the energy
That one for you with
When you achieve the one goal
The one you were looking for

But at last it doesn't count
Which priority you choose
You win or loose
But just to live

And how long with that priority
You happily lived...