Another one of those days.

Among other things remained the days
Of long forgotten friendships
Lives, thoughts and dreams
all mixed up and told as one.
The stories used to be the same,
the characters straight out of the book
All ready to face the world.

Somewhere in the middle
the path broke away and left the decision to each
each to his own, his own path to glory
one further away from the other
one close to each
and one furthest away from both

Independence to each
the paths met halfway for storytelling
one would talk while the others listened
and we were one again
for that split second which would last a lifetime

reminding them of the days that had passed
time spent alone
gaining confidence, trust and sympathy from time
lasting no longer than a day
their lives were waiting
nothing could stop them.

coming together again each time gloom struck
'fair weather friends' was no longer a term
strength, determination and courage
one stood for each
and all together.

the good old days
were never coming back
they were sick of being the only saviours
to men that once were
constantly being reminded of all the possibilities
that lurked, waited in their minds to happen
but some thoughts die waiting to become reality
and others never do
they just prod and pinch from their hidden layer
in the minds of whom they love
a constant reminder.

together one last time
the glory days were back
in the brain and the heart
it's never too late for company
feelings sought out dance with joy
they can roam free and limitless
love whomever, wherever, whenever they want.

Aur Kya?

Zinda dilo ki dhandkan
Mujhemein sama jaye toh kya?
Mil jaye jab teeno
Zindagi simmat jaye toh kya?

Har chehre par say nakab uth gaye toh kya?
Un aasuoon ke boojh say
Dharati hil jaye toh kya

Zinda chale us mode par
Jahaan aasmaan mile toh kya?
Jahan ko, haath mein utha lekar
peeh gaye toh kya?

sab sapne hamare, apahij ban gaye toh kya?
chalte chalte woh ludak gaye toh kya?
phir uhtne ka hausala unme hai toh kya?
chalke phir meri jaan banane ka intazar hai toh kya?

Hamari zamanat ka raaz mil gaya toh kya?
Iqraar kare jo humse, hamari jaan nahin toh kya?
uska naam milte milte, jamaana badal gaya toh kya?
janta hai dil mera, tumhara nahin toh kya

Another take at patriotism

Paida huey toh dhool chad gayi chehre par

Dhool ki sugand say mitti ka ahsaas hua

Mitti haath may lekar jeb may rakhli

Soochte baad mein mehsoos karenge…

Thode aur bade honepar , jeb mein haath daala

Chalte thay ehsaas lekar, bharat ka naam roshan karenge…

Un dino ki baat alag thi

Voh zamana kuch aur tha

Baat karte jis jabaan mein, vohi rehti dil mein.

Maa ne jab jeb dekhi, chilla uthi mujh par

Mujhe chaata lagakar mitti haath mein rakhdi

“ kyu uthalata hai dhool ko roj apne saath?”

Usse kya maalum us mitti ka mahatva jo rakkhi thi meri haath

is mitti mein mera jivan hai maa, is mitti mein meri jaan hai,

bol pada mai apne bachpan mein, yay is desh ki maan hai…

pakadna chaha jab is mitti ko jor say, haath say nikalte rahi…

college mein pahonchte, sirf ek kankar raha haath mein

us kankar ko dhoondte jamaana gujar gaya

videsh gaya jab, vah mila usi haath mein…

us sugandh ko lekar lag gaya videshi kaam mein

desh ki yaad aati jab usi haath ko soongleta

soochta vakt milnepar jaoonga kiss hal mein…

apne desh ki yaad mein us rayth kay kankar ko dhekha

magar vah haath say nikal kar ja bethi dimag mein

ab khali haath mein khujli thi us mitti kay ehsaas ki

ab apne desh jaoonga har haal mein.

Freedom

we'll free the world together
just you, me and our ideas

we'll paint the world monochromatic
and save the colours for ourselves

we'll have selfish needs
that make selfish worlds

we'll wait for something to believe
and fight for everything we don't

we'll travel across cities
holding hands and singing songs

we'll bathe in cultures of a thousand suns
and experiment with love

we'll travel back in time together
and free ourselves of shame

we'll rebuild the world as such
where life isn't just a game

we'll teach people the true meaning of honour
by showing them our own

we'll dance the dance and walk the walk
till once again we are whole

we'll marry sense and religion
and sit back to answer prays'

we'll kill all the bastards
that raise their voice against

we'll break free from monotony
and fuck all things routine

we'll challege the gods of time
and laugh our way to death

we'll fool everyone with pens
with our greatness and mystique

we'll knock god's immortality
till he's mortal again

we'll ask a thousand questions
and revolt for our aswers

we'll bask in the glory
of a hundred million sons

we'll finally be prepared
to commit the final sin

we'll live our lives to the fullest
only when you hold my hand again...

Of Cops and Lovers

There we were again
the rain pouring hard
proving that you couldn't always get what you wanted
i held her hand and helped her through it
i wasn't sure if it was for her or me
i needed the touch
i needed the assurance

The sound of constant water hurt the ear
probably more than insults being thrown at me

how had this come to pass
a year ago we were happy
a year ago we were rich
a year ago it didn't matter
but good fortune's a whore of another kind
she pays her clients for a good time
we just stood there in the rain
quiet now

her make up slowly washing away all the lies
while she tried to tip the corners of her mouth towards the sky
she had said all that she needed to
and i had tried to listen
and learn

standing under than fire of droplets
i realised how much she had put up with
and instantly grew fonder
every memory of our lives together
filled my thoughts with colour

yellow for the joys of living under the sun
red for the pain of building a house
green for the temptations of a better life
blue for the betrayal of fate
pink for the importance of chance
red again for love

it came rushing back at once
i pulled her close
a little too violently
i didn't want the feeling to pass
she understood in a second
she always did
and then we both leaned in.

The sound of the constant water pleased the ear
but not more than the healing of our hearts.