Main Hoon

Main shayad aas paas tere humesha na rahu 

Par main hoon

Main shayad apne aap se tere liye ladu

Par main hoon

I am not as perfect as you perceive me to be 

But I am looking out for you.

I may have my prejudices and my way of life

But I will have your back. 

Kahi cheeze aisi hoti hai jo hum apne hisaab se ho chahte hai

Kahi cheeze aise bhi hoti hai jo hume bhaati nahi hai.

I am as flawed as they come

I may be as complex as they come 

Par tere liye main humesha hoo 

Tere liye main sab kuch ek kar du. 

Bas sirf tere liye main hoon.  

Spoils of War

We've been the spoils of war for both the victor and the vanquished
A trophy that was discarded once a purpose was fulfilled

We've been the spoils of war in the old days and the new
A medium for vengeance - exploited and lived only a few.

Should have witnessed the men as they marched into our lands 
Sparing none of us - we were cattle in the slaughter stands 

Should have witnessed them men transform into beasts 
Marching on forward gloating over their feats 

Did Jinnah pause for a second to ponder over the loss 
Did Nehru fear for his brethren and the impending loss

War Medals we were, with no place to call home 
Then came the government to call us back home

Caged like a bird, with wings clipped off 
With litter of our own - here the buck stopped

Where were they when Bauji was beheaded 
Where were they when I was dragged naked?

Where were you all, you leaders of our nation?
Where were you all, when your daughters were getting beaten?

The ones who went back were snubbed by their own 
Those left behind had no where else to go.

We are the spoils of war and we will be the death of you all.

1857 & 1947 - A tale

Waqt ka mizaj kuch is tarah tha badla
Lahu ka libaaz sabhi ne tha ooda
Haath main talwar aur sar pe kafan
Chal pade kyun karne sitam

Marching onwards they reached the fort 
The symbol of sovereignty and of strength
Calling one and calling all, rise against the kafirs
Our king Zafar has bestowed upon us his blessings 

Gado main kuon main 
Mandiro main masjido main 
Khoon se tha sab ko rang diya 
Nadiyo ko talabo ko, lahu aur laasho se bhar diya 

Helpless and against the tide
The Emperor of India fights
A turmoil within and a reluctant war on the outside
Oh Zafar, stuck between your subjects and your wily allies

Na baccho ko na aurato ko 
Loota sabhi ke gharo ko
Gair ho gaye apne hi jahan main 
Apna hi makaan main mehfoos na the 

Indiscipline and insubordination was they way of life 
The haphazardly arranged army had began to strife 
Kiiling had began of the the sabhis and their wives.
Bhakt Khan then emerged trying to fight the tide.

Rail gaadi ke dibbe us paar ke aur iss paar ke 
Apne ghar se ujde parivaaro se the bhare
Na unho ne socha na inhone, insaniyat ka
Sandesha laayi rail logo ki khabar ban kar

Enemy marching through the walls, the King has fallen 
The minister of the king has betrayed his brethren 
Plundering and looting was the order of the day
Women became their throphy and men they slay 

Bahu betiyon ko saath le gaye utha ke apne
Sard paar yeh ab kisi ke na rahe 
Jab jabran inki ghar waapsi hui 
Phir sarad paar yeh apno ke beech paraye ho gaye.

Worst off were the women after the killings 
Raped and tortured they were devoid of their feelings 
Wandering the streets living a mendicants life 
They familes refused to take them in for they were now defiled.

Galib too lamented at the state of royalty
Who've always suffered at the hands of victors in war 

Sadiyan beet gayi par ab bhi wohi reet hain 
Badlav ke naam pe ab bajti nafrat ki been hain.

Neta ki Neeti

Siyasat ki neeti kuch aisi hain
Baap bete ka nahi, bhai bhai ka nahi 

Ghadbandhan bante aur toot te kaagaz pe sirf
Saath mil ke likhi jaati hain khaani parde ke peeche

Neta logo ke liye ya log netaao ke liye?
Apne liye hain sabhi Neeti toh bas kagaz ke liye

Janta ka paksh toh sabhi rakhte hain
Par apna paksh taye hone se pehle toh kuch nahi koi karte hain.

Yeh bholi hain Janta yeh murkh bhi
Jin ke haath main inhe saumpa woh chatur bhi aur makkar bhi

Bashan de de ke uksana hain zaroor
Jab haath se mamla nikal jaye toh aman banaye rakhne ki arzi bhi kar diya karo huzoor!

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"