Pseudo words make a mirage
In a perfectly bordered quarantine
Insomnia strikes back
Hallucination at its best
Guy de Maupassant ‘dwells within
As dark as a Kafka
The juke box rattles with un cleared coins
Still singing the song of a ghetto
The ballads take a back seat with a smirked face
Insanity I love thee-the call of the anthem
The above- a peep in my mind where the chemical imbalance has its own cadence set- Almitra loses her mind
Hum chod aye tera karvaan …ek sansani si phaili hai
Wo jo insaan sa dikhta hai…magar saanse bechta phirta hai
Damdiyo me shamaye pighli hai…mushaiyore me khak si phaili hai
Hum chod aye tera karvaan …ek sansani si phaili hai
Sisakti hui raton me ad nange shabdo ka dera hai
Tere sazde me sar to kya atisho ko udte dekha hai
Hum chod aye tera karvaan …ek sansani si phaili hai
Ek tuti hui bartan mein mera china hua nivala hai
Laut sake to lauta de, teri raah me meri aankhe takti hai
Hum chod aye tera karvaan …ek sansani si phaili hai
Ek mazar hai yeh,
Teri rehguzar hai yeh
Bhatke bhi to kaha
Tera gulistaan hai yeh....
And they cried for you, for you My Deaf God,
Do you breathe or even you got killed….
Rug rug mein bahta lahoon
Aaj beh raha hai nalo mein
Is kafne jahan ko le
Pukaru me tujhe kis kone me
Every soul is burning and so are their bodies
All that you can hear now is the sound of calamities
Meri Azaan teri kehkasha
Teri rooh kispe meherbaan
Is Chikti chillati lashon me
Mera vajood hua bewafa
And they cried for you, for you My Deaf God,
Do you breathe or even you got killed….
This song sprung from all the blood that was flowing through the lanes of our country, the blood of our brethren who were massacred brutally in the bomb blasts…
