#salute
The noonday demon striking at midnight,
The end of daylight, shadowing my cove.
A journey solitary in obnoxious overtures,
Or of demise denouncing such pails of ruin.
The noonday demon that dwells in my head.
That black cat of old, it looms large nigh.
Insignia, memoribilia .. it's scriptures swell.
Inscriptions in alien hand scribble my mind.
The noonday demon pushes me on edge.
A hairlength between relapse and freefall.
Arbitrary insignificance caress my nerves,
Neurotic endeavours imminent, and I halt.
Halt for thought, convictions sedate.
Paralysis; onset of dementia ensues.
And the noonday demon
Gobbles me up at midnight.
Nov 19, 2020
Nov 19, 2020 at 9:27 AM UTC
Alone in quiet hours
Quiet while people come into the room
“What is the matter?”
“Why Don’t You Create?”
“Lack of affection. Lack of Mutual Understanding.”
It’s a Holocaust and doom.
1,000 knives stabbed in my back
“Why are you here? If you refuse to return my soul’s
Energy? Am I your Shrink within an emotional attack?”
A snack?
A temporary fix?
Some kind of drug that only lasts but a very short time.
“You don’t know my grief! You will never listen!”
Not without a fight.
I feel exhausted.
Why must I aid you in your life’s quarrels?
If my questions and tears remain unjustified?
To the likes of you?
A one way street. I need replenishment.
Of energy taken.
True soul equal distribution..
No more of your punishment.
I’ll find a way out of this corner.
That I was pushed into.
Due to my past?
My deficits?
Me needing you?
More than you see….You see right through me.
Attack me when I’m down.
Trying to **** my victories and my wins….
As you return home and the routine, again, sure shall begin.
I have ideas on your weakness. It is your Father’s Pride
Embedded into you.
Becoming too strict to even smile?
Discipline overloaded the machine..
That you have become.
See me remain, myself.
As I need no energies that come
when I feel and get reprimanded…
from these moments that are quite a scene.
You are unwilling to learn.
No older dog needs to learn new tricks?
Age plays no card in this gamble…..
As your soul needs it’s own recharge.
Feel my breeze as I walk ahead and disappear.
“Salute to the Sarge.”
Mar 11, 2020
Mar 11, 2020 at 10:40 PM UTC
In the name of greater good,
Many have fallen and
Sacrificed their lives.
Some missions worth more than one life
As some worth not a walk on the shores.
Needless to say, soldiers went to wars
With wits and blind eyes
To walk on fires for
The coming youths can live
Free.
Salute to all those men and women
Who are fallen
In the name of greater good.
Their names should never be forgotten
Regardless of their cause to die,
In obeying orders.
Jul 4, 2017
Jul 4, 2017 at 11:07 AM UTC
God has created women with tenderness and delicacy
The entire world is bound to take care and to agree
She came out of the ribs of man and a part of heart is plea
So it is obligatory to extend all respect and to know and see
Women have sharp sixth sense like few selected called leaders
So as a matter of fact we should not be biased but be the pleaders
No one else has quality to create but the women which glitters
Men should accept the dignity honour respect and shouldn't be misers
Women are mixture of love and beauty which continue to cherish
In hour of trial and tribulation she never leaves someone to perish
World ows its strength and beauty to the beauty and strength of women
She wears the crown of creation being elegant and great with devotion
Salute to all women who create persevere and bring peace and prosperity
They are the beacon of light from home to home and country to country
For their refinement of sixth sense I am proud of but definitely just envy
From the core of my heart I appreciate their services in all relations openly
Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
Jul 22, 2016
Jul 22, 2016 at 2:01 AM UTC
Today I saw a man
He was sitting by the road
I couldn't see his face
But, his feelings...well, they showed
All of his belongings
Were beside him in a cart
I wanted to approach
But, my feet just wouldn't start
Today I saw a man
Picking butts up from the street
I crossed the road to pass him
And our paths, they didn't meet
He was searching in the gutter
For tobacco for a smoke
I didn't venture near him
Just in case he spoke
Today I saw a man
Sleeping in the park
It was early in the morning
It wasn't even dark
He was covered with a jacket
With a paper by his head
He slept just like a child
He looked like he was dead
Today I saw a man
In fatigues and baseball cap
Saluting at the cenotaph
I felt my heart fall to my lap
He saluted ramrod perfect
As just a soldier can
today, I learned a lesson
Today...I saw a Man
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 5:24 PM UTC
My hand brought up to salute forcefully
Even though I was about to willingly
Two seconds more
Would have been enough
Instead you blow your whistle!
And I'm charged with disobedience
When all it was,
Was your IMPATIENCE!
Nov 23, 2015
Nov 23, 2015 at 9:51 PM UTC
A SALUTE TO TEACHERS *
Since time immemorial, in every land,
Saints and teachers, enlightened,
Have shown the way by lighting the lamp
Of knowledge and wisdom, true and fair,
To faltering mankind, mired in ignorance;
In situations painful and conflicting,
Unable to choose between right and wrong.
In the hoary tradition of true teachers
Of all religions the world has seen,
A luminous star, Dr.Radhakrishnan,
Rose on the glorious Indian horizon,
Guided the world with knowledge, ancient and modern,
In the light of the Vedas and Upanishads
As well as the wise doctrines of other religions.
Great Plato's ideal of a philosopher king,
Was realized when he was elevated
To our nation's highest position as President,
An inspiring teacher, par excellence,
Unfailing light to future generations.
**** **** **** Narasimhamurthy. M.G.
*Dr.S.Radhakrishnan's birthday (5 September ) is celebrated as TEACHERS' DAY.
Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 5:39 AM UTC
SIR APJ ABDUL KALAM KO SALAM !
VEH MARE NAHI HAI
VEH TO AMAAR HAI
UNKE UPDESH
UNKI SOCH
UNKA SAPNA
AMAAR HAI AUR HAMESHA RAHEGA !
VEH ZINDA HAI
HAMARE DILO ME
HAM SAB ME KALAM HAI !
I AM KALAM
YOU ARE KALM
WE ARE KALAM
VISION 2020 AB DOOR NAHI !
Jul 29, 2015
Jul 29, 2015 at 7:13 AM UTC
I looked down a high cliff
at a restless ocean below,
I climbed the proud mountains
crowned with lofty clouds,
I reached the serene jungles
sitting in silent pride,
I did not find it...
I visited the richest nawabs
in their castles and towers,
I ate with the lowliest creatures
whom language didn't own,
I met the right-hands and mouths
of Gods we know from pages,
yet, I didn't find it...
At last, lost in thought
I walked by a crowd
Some in white, some in black, some in uniform.
All turned to a majestic but still figure
In an honored embrace of the Tricolour
Twenty-one guns and croaking crows later
I heard a little girl's cry -
"Keta 9GR ko ** ke hoena" - ** ** **
The tears never ceased,
The roar never stopped
With faltering steps, the brave-heart...
There.
I found it,I found inspiration.
(Refer to the notes)
Jan 31, 2015
Jan 31, 2015 at 2:58 AM UTC
My life is a whirlwind of passing daydreams
and photographs,
those I've loved and lost
and what I've gained from screaming from the tops of buildings
after no one salutes to these ideas
that I've run up the flagpole outside.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 2:51 PM UTC
In search of the yet unknown they roam,
Young faces carrying old burdens
They have seen too much.
Man the trenches, takes up arms, pick the nation
Up
Onto your shoulders, for that is what
Soldiers do.
They have seen too much, far beyond tears
His eyes blank, her hands trembling with repressed
Memories of somewhere far away.
He didn't mean to **** though he meant
To do his duty.
She didn't mean to see the bodies, though she meant
To help her brothers.
No man left behind.
The blood felt sticky as it seeped through his uniform,
Carrying a fallen comrade,
Trying not to think of anything but the steps back to
Safety.
When I played Taps it was cold. November 1, because
The veterans all had work on Tuesday the 11th.
My heart and my salute to America's servicemen and women
Poured through my trumpet with as much
Solemnity and remembrance and love as I could muster.
24 notes that reminded me of my great-grandfather's flag,
The picture of my father in his dress whites,
Rows and rows and rows of white crosses at Arlington.
I cried, and I wasn't even ashamed of it.
To all who have served our country
To all who have sacrificed of their minds and bodies
To all who have lost lives and limbs and peace of mind to
Protect us
I salute you.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 11:00 AM UTC
21 guns salutes this army heart of mine.
A soldier, fighting to stay alive.
Penetrating at all angles with hope to survive.
Why won't you love me and let this heart thrive?
21 guns salute this army heart of mine.
Succumbing to a love it will never know,
Jumping in front of bullets because it seems right,
Being a martyr seems better than being alone.
21 guns salute this army heart of mine.
Made from titanium woven in steel.
Strong enough to face any threat that comes near.
But weak for the way that you make me feel.
21 guns salute this army heart of mine.
21 shots for you and me.
21 reasons I love you more.
Even if it results in the death of me.
Jun 8, 2014
Jun 8, 2014 at 2:57 AM UTC