Last Man Standing

Blood colours the land with red
Mutiliated bodies decorate these ruins;
hear the silence cry.

Comrades and friends lost to gore
Every bullet piercing another heart;
see through the blinded eye.

Air smells of decay as the corpses live
No human nor animal in sight;
talk to yourself a beautiful lie.

Blood oozes out of fresh wounds of victory
No win or loss, the pain feels no more;
drag on till you sigh.

Thunderous claps welcome the hero
The victor, the last man standing;
Or, the next one to die.

Hamaam

Woh lagate hai kafir ka ilzaam humpe
Taane bhi bahut kaste hai

Hum Bhut parast, badakhuar, nafarmaan
Hamare khoon ke woh pyase rehte hai

Dekh ke hamari khana badhoshi ko
Khoon ke aansu woh peete hai

Jigar jalta hai, dhuan uthta hai
Hamari mayyat ke woh dua karte hai

Dekh kar hamare kate kafn ko
Woh apne naye kapdon se dhool mitate hai

Gehnoh ke chaka chaund se woh
Roshni hamari kamm karna chahte hai

Kyun hum fikr karen guroor ka inke betaab
jab hamaam mein sab nange hote hai.

Lifetime

Through the debris of hopes and dreams
Ages of coma slowly gave way
From The darkness plunged into stealth
A small creek left open
And a small ray of light seeped through.

Stale cells lifeless, blind for years
Slowly opened eyes to the world
Deafening noise of the silence
Slowly but surely weaknened
With every crackle of the echoing laughter.

Fortress of practised yet fake strength
Could see the wind, the rain seeping through
Cracking centuries of laboured power
Weakness was never as empowering
For once the blackness went blue.

Rains wetted the weathered dry skin
Zephyr kissed the soul for the first time
Scorching hot sun gave way to warmth of spring
In the Freedom of those captive arms
Just a year, but lived a lifetime.