LET'S GO TO WAR

We've Had Enough
'Tis Time To Act Tough
We'll Call Your Bluff
Let's Go To War!

You Killed Twenty Four
Yeah, We're Keeping Score
We're Coming For More
Let's Go To War!

War's A Bloody Affair
But We Don't Really Care
Got Plenty Of Soldiers To Spare
Let's Go To War!

You Go Get Your Missiles From China
We'll Get Some Jets From Russia
Let's Both Get Some Guns From America
Let's Go To War!

We Both Have Millions Starving
But Our Defence Budget's Always Rising
Like Cricket and Hockey, A Win On Yet Another Field Will Be Rewarding
Let's Go To War!

Let Innocents Fall
Let The Children Bawl
Let's Kill Us All
Let's Go To War!

HERE SHE COMES AGAIN (BRUTAL GAME)

Here She Comes Again Like Rain Across Parched Land
My Reins Clenched Oh-So-Tight, In Her 'Gentle' Soft Hands

She Tugs At My Heart, And Rips It Apart, With Equal Elan
One Moment I'm In Paradise, And The Very Next In Quicksand

And Yet Somehow, It Almost Feels Like Part Of A Divine Plan
Feels As If I'm Destined And Doomed To Eternal Remand
I Sit Back, Resign To My Fate, And Then I Stand
And Wait For Her To Continue With Her Brutal Game Of 'Upper Hand'

SILENT DEATH

There was silence.

She gazed at the mirror. The familiar face stared into her eyes and asked, "You love him...don't you?"

She simply nodded her head and sighed, "No."

"Why do you lie?", the face in the mirror snapped back at her.

She lifted her hand to show the band on her ring finger.

And there was silence again.

फ़िर वही दास्तान - Phir Wahi Dastaan

यह मैं हूँ

बेसुध

फ़िक्रमंद

तेरी चाहत में खुदी को कुर्बान किया है हमने 

वह तुम हो

बेरुख

बेफ़िक्र

मेरी रूह को पैरों तले रौंद दिया है तुमने 

वह तुम हो

उड़ती हुई

झूमती हुई

आसमाँ में हवाओं से बातें करती हुई 

यह मैं हूँ

गिरता हुआ  

तड़पता हुआ

ज़मीन से लिपटकर धूल चाटता हुआ

यह मैं हूँ

तेरी हर हँसी पे मुस्कुराता हुआ

तेरे हर आँसू को अपना बनाता हुआ 

वह तुम हो

मेरी हर गुहार को अनसुनी करती हुई 

मेरे ज़ख्मों को अनदेखा करती हुई

अब और नहीं।

बस और नहीं।

DEATH OF A STATISTIC

We Spend Our Lives
Trying To Make Things Better
For Ourselves
For Our Kin
For Everyone Who Depends On Us

In The Bargain
We Are Expected
To Keep People Happy
To Keep The Cash Registers Ringing
To Keep The Wheels Turning
And To Build Empires
With Our Sweat
With Our Blood
With Our Bones

So While Living His Piddly Mortgaged Life
A Man Slowly Comes To Realise
That He Is Nothing But A Statistic
A Provider For His Family
A Resource At His Workplace
A Taxpayer To His Government
Just One Friend Among Countless Others
A Whipping Boy For Those Who Weild Power

And When This Man Eventually Dies
He Gets Reduced To Nothing But
A Corpse In The Morgue
Two Minutes Of Silence
A Picture On The Wall
A Tombstone In The Graveyard
An Urn of Bones And Ash
A Claim To Be Settled
A Record To Be Cleared
A 'Late' Entity

Such A Shame
That All The Statistic Wanted To Do All His Life
Was To Make All The Pages He Featured In
Look Healthy And Formidable
But At The End Of It All, He Is Ultimately Struck Off
And Life Goes On
Like He Never Ever Existed....