~~Flee Me....Free me~~

I was ruled by white blooded people
Now they are no more...
All say I'm free...
All say a new dawn stands on my door...

Is it real or is it surreal?
What I see is my children basking
in their spirit's burial....

I see them selling my name
Obsessed with lusts of flesh...
Engrossed in a blaspheming game!

They call me 'shining'...
They call me 'incredible'....
When in fact I'm bleeding with scars
Of hatred,injustice and corruption indelible!!

I can hear some youthful sputters
But why cant they be more than a mutter?
They can spark the change I need...
Unwilling to fight for me;
They surrender to their greed!!

Is this is what you call freedom?
If not then free me...free me
from this disguised freedom
If at all you love me then
flee me from this disguised freedom!!!!



"Our motherland needs us...we,the much touted youth
have to share this brunt of liberating our mother from
the devilish traps of our gruesome polity...
come lets pledge on this independence day
to unite our hearts and our efforts and make this land
a "Truly Shining India".....

Kya mere sapne kya meri khushi....

Kabhi mann ki gali mein machti hai ik hulchul si...
Zindagi lagti hai anjaani pal pal mein hi...
Kabhi wajah nai milti jeene ki
to kabhi fursat nai milti yaadon ko seene ki...
Kabh mann ki gali mein machti hai ik hulchul si...

Har waqt,waqt guzarta jaata hai...
Ik lambi si sadak par sapnon ka ghar nazar aata hai...
Us ghar ka raasta gum hai kisi andhere mein...
Ulajhta hi chala jaata hai zindagi ke har fere mein...
aaj pehli baar sawalon ko dekha jawabon ke ghere mein...

Apne mann ki baat khud hi nai samajh paati....
Agar bazaar mein bikti khushi to thodi main bhi kharid laati...
Har waqt badalti hai zindagi apna rang....
Har pal mann nikal padta hai ik naye sapne ke sang...
Aadhe adhure sapne khushi aadhi adhuri...
Dhoodhti rehti hoon wo ek cheez jo kar paaye isse poori...

Aankhon mein tairte sapne hi sapne...
na jaane kaun paraye kaun apne???
Waqt guzarta jaata hai magar
raasta fir bhi door hi nazar aata hai...
Kab sapnon ki pechaan hogi kab milegi khushi???
Kabhi kabhi mann ki gali mein machti hai ik hulchul si....

~~Lo f!r beh chale hum~~

Lo fir beh chale hum
samet kar saari maayusi saare gam...
Namkeen hai zindagi;
namkeen hain hum...
Aaj jo bahe hain
Kar chale tumhare mann ka bojh kam...

Lo fir beh chale hum
Aaj khushi ne kar di aankhein nam;
Jhilmil dikhta hai chehra
Har rang humari chamak se ho uthta hai gehra...
Pal pal aankhon mein nahi rehte...
Par behte hi saari kahani kehte...

Ajib hai ye namkeen sa paani...
Kabhi chehre ki chamak kabhi dard ki kahani...
Behte hain,ho jaate hain khaak..
Khushi ho ya gum har pal rehte hain saath...
Dard to karte hain kam..
Par khushi ka ajab izhaar hain hum..

Beh kar khaak hona humari zindagi..
Aankhon se hai ik khatti si dillagi..
Kya hua jo mitna hi;hai humara naseeb
Aankhon mein sapnon ke baad
Hum hi rehte hain sabse kareeb..
Kabhi humein na samajhna galat...
Zameen ko bhi tab thandak milti hai jab ro padta hai falak!!!

I never wanted to give life to death..........

The first time you opened your eyes
my eyes brimmed......
I rejoiced thinking that i gave my life
a new life.....
All my sorrows and miseries dimmed.

you painted my world
with thousand colours of bliss....
My expectations and dreams
in you I saw personified....
you fulfilled my life
i found nothing to miss....


One day some vendors of religion
stole your spirit and you....
I was robbed off my wealth
when I saw your hands smeared in blood....
you scarred my upbringing,my religion;
lost the sight of evil and true....

I never wanted to give life to death...
The eyes which made me cry with joy...
Now make others cry by ceasing their breath...

Why did you squander my love,my faith?
I never taught you to hate...
Curses are all that you have earned,
Religion and belief into ashes you've burned...

Humanity was the greatest religion...
you slaughtered it without any reason...
you made our heads hang in shame;
Not others but you killed yourself in religion's name...

Hatred is all that you've made,
you waged a genocide not a righteous crusade...
Cursed I feel,for being your creator...
Of your sinful life and devilish deeds;
you became the narrator!!!

(This was what a suicide bomber's mother had to say to her son)