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

It's dark tonight
And I cannot breathe
The hands of time
Are slowly choking me
Tick Tick
Watch the color
Fade from my face
Tick Tock
Watch my body
Fall through space
Caught inside
These hands of time
Losing my grip
Losing my mind
Tick Tick
Why can't I see
What these hands
Want from me
Tick Tock
I'm fading fast
This life is just a memory
That can never last

When I was young
We left our Granny
Back in County Cavan.
She surely thought
We'd meet no more
On this side of heaven.
I was but a lad of three,
One of six... no, seven;
For many years
She wrote to me,
Far from the Irish sea.
Inside her air-mail envelope,
She told how much we're missed,
She'd enclose a hand-stitched handkerchief,
Edged with her Irish kiss.

*I became invisible one Summer , a ramshackle empty home was my
safe port , the walls my confidant , my July bastille in constant danger of being overrun
Hostility answered in midnight dreams , a flea the mongrel couldn't reach , unbathed in reprisal and pain killer forgetfulness
I dreamed of my death , I entered a dark place , burnt musical scores to light my way , sang out loud to show I was not afraid , I dreamt the same nightmare everyday
I ran out of money , ate cornbread for five days straight , running out of "Oxy" was sweaty , demonic pain , on the eighth day a I heard a voice on the answering machine asking if I was okay
Pawned a decent guitar that morning , went to work the following day
I was at the crossroads that year and by sheer luck I just happened to turn the right way

there just couldn't be wrong when it was early June
with every bird flying majestic every tree full
of fruit and leaves
ever even the grass
on my side
of the fence
lush
the sun high
promising more
the  night
romantic
and just
long enough
to make
wistful
an aged
poet