Monday, April 23, 2007

main azaad hoon

is desh ko naheen zaroorat hai gandhi ki ab
is desh ko naheen chahiye ek mahatma
grast hai yeh ek dar main
dar jo kahta hai ki tu haar jaayega
dar jo kahta hai ki kal khaana naheen milega
dar jo kahta hai ki teri awaaz dheemi padh jaayegi
dar jo kahta hai ki tera khoon bahega
dar jo dikhlaata hai tere ghar waalon ke aansoon
dar jo dikhlaata hai gareebi ke nazaare
dar jo dikhlaata hai gaaon ke toote huey raaste
dar jo dikhlaata hai teri maut
naheen! chahiye to desh ko hai woh
jo kahey ki naheen main naheen dartaa
bas ab main aur naheen dartaa
leh lo yeh khoon mera
aur cheer do mere dil ko
naheen main ab aur apney se pyaar naheen kartaa
dekh mujhe khul kar saans lete huey
main azaad hoon
main azaad hoon
azaad hoon...

Saturday, April 21, 2007

Knowing each other

she knows i like her
she doesn't know how much
she knows she likes talking to me
she doesn't know how much
she knows she can trust me
she doesn't know how much
she knows i'm naughty
she doesn't know how much
she needs time
i don't know how much
she needs to know me to be able to trust
i don't know how much
she needs to connect deep into me
i don't know how much

The Sorceror

i write, for life is magic and

i am the soceror

cruel in my words

soft in my intentions

i read the wind as it sails by

i dance the fiery dance of death

laugh with the mad men

cry with the harried widow

i am the leper dissolving in my own sin

i am the saint giving my own sacrifice

drunk in the liquor u haven't tasted

ate the food u left untouched

i am life itself

i am another face of death

Naked Again


a moment of insanity was all that it took

for me to step out into the rain

for me to go yelling onto the beach

for me to cry like a dam had burst

for me to open my heart out to a stranger

and be naked again

Forlorn

life's anguishes leave one so forlorn
in the search for glory for comfort and love
it is not so much about finding oneself
but being able to live with that person
through the ride up in the vitories and shouts of joy
into those moments of uninspired trepidation

where from we come and where to we go
nay i do not know these answers
but in the moment that is life
i would very well do if you could tell me
what do i lust for, for what do i fight
for in my own thought everything is zulu

you
me
this world
zilch
and yet we continue to wander
forlorn and aimless in our flight