Love and Lost

Sometimes we let go those who kept us sane
Leaving behind a disk that's got our lives captured by the frame

Recall the past to relive those moments of intimacy and pleasure 
Standing on the sidelines witnessing two souls filled with passion and desire 

It pains to think of those moments that have passed
Moments that are lived only in one's dreams and thoughts 

Taking away those smiles, life is a harsh reminder
Of transcendence into a circle that is nothing short of a trauma

The delicate touch you felt on the tips of your fingers
The giggle that kept you awake for nights together 

This emotion of longing surpasses all feelings
Leaving behind an after taste of the worst battering

Sometimes you let go for sanity
Sometimes you hold on for vanity

Sometimes you let go your precious
Sometimes it never was all that glorious

None the less, those scars remain
On a chilly winter, to remind you of a pain 

Of love and lost
Of a happiness that it cost.

Kabhi Kabhi

Kabhi kabhi kuch raaste aise hote hain jinpe nange pau chalna pade

Kabhi kabhi kuch dard aise hote hain jo rooz ki adat ban jaaye

Kabhi kabhi kuch faisle aise hote hain jine khatam nahi kar sakte

Kabhi kabhi majbooriyan kuch aisi hoti hain jo bas saath hi apne rehti hain.

Gurur Kyun?

Gurur ho toh is baat pe jo garv laya hain
Gurur ho toh us kaam pe jo mukammal hua hain

Guru na kar us cheez pe jo haasil kiya hain
Gurur na kar khuda se kyun ki sab uski rehmat hain

Khamoshiyan

Nadi ke kinaare kabhi bathiye toh
Khamoshi ke naye arth se wakif hoge

Nadi ki lehre ek raag sunati hain
Hawa ka jhoka bhi kuch fusfusa jaati hain

Tat par laati yeh saath apne ateeth hain
Jise sun sako toh seekho khaniyan kahi.

Pakshi aur vruksh ke bandhan ko dekhiye
Woh bhi iss khamosi main bahut keh jaate hain

Chaya dete woh paid hi, vaayu ka raag banate hain
Aur woh chidiya hi hain jo usme madur sa geet bhar deti hain

Phalo ko khaate pashuo ko dekhiye
Hume ye drishye apna vajood sikhata hain

Man ke bheetar jhaakne ki kshamata bhi
Yahi nadi tumhe seekhati hain

Khamoshi ko kabhi suno toh
Jeene ke raaz yeh sikhlati hain

Waqt ke Paaband

Waqt ke paband tum bhi ho aur hum bhi
Mukammal hota nahi chahe jo mann sabhi

Mohabbat ki har raah kathin hain magar
Nibahne main maza bhi toh hain par

Toh karo woh jo chahe tumhaara dil
Kyunki waqt ki reth jo nikli hatheliye se toh lautegi na woh phir!

Twisted Sense of Manhood

What ever I wear is my choice
Who are you? It's I who decide
Whether I wear a dress or a skirt
That doesn't give you the right to flirt

तूने हमे निवेदन दिया
पास आओ, यह इशारो में बोला
संस्कारी, यह वस्त्र न पहनें
पल्लू ओढे वो घर में रहे

How dare you try to harass
Slap! This is what you deserve in my hands
I am not the one backing down
I'll protect myself from your crippled mind

छुआ कैसे तूने मुझे
मर्दानगी को मेरे ललकारा हैं तूने
मैं हूँ खलनायक
और तू मेरे जूती के नीचे रहने लायक

मारेगी मुझे?
बता अब यहां से निकलेगी कैसे?
लज्जा तोह लूट ली मैंने, मैम
अब बात, "वाट इस यौवर नैम?"

चली थी अंग्रेज़ बनने
पड़ लिख के काम करने
हश्र किया ऐसा अब खड़े भी न हो पाए
पर बक्श दिया तुमको अब जाओ जहा जाए

To beat and whip, you come with your clan?
To rape and kill, and you claim to be a man?
We are not commodities to be traded or bartered?
We are the ones that give birth to a retard with a twisted sense of manhood!

War and other things

He walks alone at night in a weather beyond his might
He walks alone without a sigh, for without him they would die

He trains hard to fight, his battles and his plight
He trains hard to fight, your battles and your plight.

He is trained to kill one who tries trespassing
He is trained to kill one who'd spill blood while sparring

He has a family who he sees not often
He has a family who he loves and his heart softens

His sacrifices gives us the home we call secure
His sacrifices gives us our motherland so pure.

He stands across a line, we call the border of our nation
He stands across a line that was divided by the rulers of our nation

He recollects the stories of brotherhood and love, his father once narrated
He recollects the stories when each one was brutally separated

He sheds a tear for every man he guns down
He sheds a tear because they are no more brothers now

He lives a life governed by propaganda and politics 

And spends time on the front lines serving those political fanatics.

He hasn't seen his family in over a year
He hasn't seen the end of war for over a number of years

He is a soldier on the fronts lines of our nation
He is a son that belongs to both India and Pakistan, if we only forget the boundaries of their creation.

"Koi bhi desh perfect nahi hota usse perfect banana padta hain"