People who swear repeatedly are not trustworthy
They should not be taken seriously in their actions
Falsehood remains useless hence lacks its validity
On the basis of this division people make factions

True people are guarded by God and false by Satan
Law of God makes true people wonderfully sublime
People of God are made to Surpass and just won
They are the winners who remain in annals of time

Let be virtuous to celebrate virtue in entire world
Let us take our sword against all those sham and false
Let us be loud and clear to communicate this herald
Let us be fair and straight to pass and qualify the exam

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow

I've seen miracles happen.
I've seen families break apart.
I've seen love freely given.
And the hatred in some hearts.
I've heard the honest pleas of a broken;
as they fell to their trembling knees.
I've heard the cruelty a tongue can wield,
as they cut down their enemies.
This world is filled with good.
But also consumed with bad.
Don't be deceived by someones words.
But pay attention to how they act.

Facta non verba is what we need,
Verba non facta is all that's received,
If you want to be a part of what is achieved,
Put away your kind words and help spread some good deeds.

The sea of life, is the sea of uncertainty.
The gift of charity, is the gift of hope.
Life is not written on a stone or in our hearts.
Life is a pen that never stops moving.
Life is the actions we take, the feelings we share.
NOTHING CAN TAKE THAT AWAY!

Time and time again I have created characters storywise
Moved every pawn and remained impervious
Royals and peasants alike
Gave them happiness
or sadness
But who owned my story?

When the chill of the night silenced churpy crickets
And the moon waned its light
I climbed a somber shiplet
And travelled realms in search for a magic quill

A moment in life I had written a story
40 minutes changed a lifetime
Little did I know it was my own story
That put me on a risky course
To ward off my woes

Battling the monster sea creatures
Hanging on prophetic scriptures
Every choice was ever so treacherous

All for an enchanted pen
To undo the pain
Rewrite the losers so they can win
And a low life may be queen

A journey through different worlds
Marred by dangers of all kinds
Unveiled treasures
hidden in dark secret places, but no magic quill

One of the treasures was understanding
Understanding that
I am the formidable villain in my stories
But also the greatest hero revered in the scripts

and when the red sun sets in the west
And morning stars come out at dawn
I have the power to change the tune of my life
I am the enchanted quill

I call upon my pen and pad
to prove my worth tonight
As I grow fat and lazy
I lose the urge even write

It used to be in words
that I became a useful man.
But, now its not enough
just to write as though I am

Words speak high and mighty
but its actions that proceeds
Too concerned with my desires
and not enough about my needs

I'm determined to become the man
my words have said I'd be.
If my dear pen would just oblige
I'd like to reach my destiny.