Hey human, just hold on, Hey human, just stop yourself, Or this nature will laugh on you... (2)
Hey, your sleeps are wounded, Hey, your dreams are hungry, or the changes will be torn apart... (2)
Hey human, just hold on, Hey human, just stop yourself, Or this nature will laugh on you... (2)
Hey, these temples are silent, Hey, these mosques are aghast, the prayers will get tired... This red storm of time, through the paths of graveyards, hey, will walk soaked in blood...
To whom you'll say 'Unbeliever' To whom you'll say 'Coward', Till how long will you continue your will...
Hey human, just hold on, Hey human, just stop yourself, Or this nature will laugh on you...
This blind wound of yours, Would have healed a long ago, But now it'll be ruptured even more...
I felt this after meeting you, I was searching for you, (2)
You had this different morning in you, Because of which I was awake, Come and decorate my dreams, Come my Love (2)
My heart is crying, oh God, please come my love (3) My love my love, you come my love...
My love is in heart-beats, my love is in breaths Without you everything was lonely, life was a burden, My sorrows vanished after having you, Every scene was flourished, You were living in me every moment, You were embroidered in every tiny bit, Come and get mixed inside my soul...
Without you everyday was lonely, Without you every evening was deserted, Without you my breaths were dying, Without you everything was infertile, Living without you was a punishment, Taking breaths were like a crime, Come take over my heart and memory...
Oh world (3) the world of bowls of soot eyes (2), the world of colors of rainbows and vermilion (2), the world of flowers of the sleepy wedding beds, the world of awaken pigeons stretching, the world of turned sleeping truth, the world of out of control health, the world of needs wrapped in wishes, the world of intentions of human dreams, oh world, oh world, What's there, even if you win this world? (3)
the world of cluttered stories of endearment, the world of sobbing youthfulness of sisters, the world of relationship of Adam and Eve, the world of uninspiring words of poets, woh....... the world of dreams of Galib and Momin, the world of revolutionary poems of Majaz, the world of Faiz, Firaq, Sahir, Makhdoom, Mir, Zauq and Daagh What's there, even if you win this world? (3)
within moments the talks goes out, within moments the night goes out, the one who is left searches for the morning (sunshine), in this burning house searches for a shelter, save this world, with the health it is left with, lift this falling world on your shoulder, thinking of it as your own. save this world or it will start burning even with unimportant things, or it will be beaten and bruised, and will be nurtured in the dark nights, oh world....
they say the world is not this much only, there are worlds even beyond the stars, we are not the only ones, there are many more, our all the decisions are taken there, we do not have objection anywhere, they must be correct because they are learned and wise, but this philosophy goes bad when they say, the learned says that he is Ishwar, the wise says that he is Allah, the perfect says that he is Jesus, then the destination then tell to human that, this is your world, so handle it the way you like, these are some dying old lamps, the world of your dark intentions!!
The furious has started, tells the herd of heads, Today's the time of war, roar out loud, Your honour, wealth, majesty or even your life, donate today on the arrow of your bow...
Who gives his life when wished, who takes the life when wished, Is the one ultimate almighty, This is the cry of world, this is the summary of Bhagvat Gita, that war is the certification of warriors, If it's a mob of the Kauravas or the wants of Pandvas, The great is the one who can fight. If you don't have lust to win, if you don't have possession on anybody, kick this wasteful life Death is not the end, so, why should we be afraid of death, Roar it loud in the skies.
If had that expression of pity, or the choice of valor, or that wound of defeat, you decide Or if burning on your full javelin that victory torch, the red colour of vermilion powder, you decide The colour is saffron, or if the mridang is saffron, or if saffron is the beat, you decide The poet in whose imagination life is just a love-rhyme, You reject that poet today, In these wet veins, In this bubbling nerves, give the explanation of fire-storm.
The farms of your breath are destroying Just like the sand slips from a hand This small life don't understands this And man walks with chest full of pride, but If God favours, the heart can flourish like heaven...
Mix nicotine in your weakness The God will help if you're hard-working As the actions are, as will be the consequences If your work is dirty, your name will also be dirty Wealth (3) is the luggage from hell, And walks the man saving his honesty, but If God favours, the heart can flourish like heaven...
These shining moons with only 2 days moonlight are fake Stains from your dirty work cannot be washed off After burying all the cleverness in the graves, One day every camel came under the mountain (Hindi Proverb) It came whether you believe it or not, Then how are you powerful, you're just a human, but If God favours, the heart can flourish like heaven...
There is uneasiness, the breaths are halted, This emptiness lacks you, The tears won't stop from my eyes, What are these moments that won't pass...
In this pain of emptiness...
The branches of these flowers are decorated with thrones, This helplessness of heart cannot be erased, You should also suffer from things that we suffered from, Then you will also remember all the old things...
It's difficult for happiness to meet this grief here, The world of my heart is wrapped in sparks,
In this pain of emptiness...
We never thought that we have to live like this, The dreams that shatters won't align again, The shadows of your thought bite us like snake, This loafer heart don't even have a destination,
Why does tides gets separated from shores, These tears from eyes always gives you...
If you are alive, then fill the tumbler full, When marble breaks, powder it's glass, Take this clay pot of life, drink in one breath, What's the fun in dying on hiccups, die full... Coal is black, nurtured by rocks, Inside black, outside black, but it's bloody genuine...
Why the dreams are tangled to your feet, Pull the silk from your feet, The past doesn't estimate the future, Water this moment's garden...
Put your eyes on tongue, then even the lips of wounds will sing, Wounds will hum, the pain will become the song...
Come on come on, let's squeeze our hearts, Break the night's clay pot, Someone take out the good luck, Today at least break our piggy bank.
My beloved heart is oil-merchant's oil, Penny penny money money, it's game of money, Come, come on the roads, there will be 'Than Than'
Dhan Te Nan, Te Na Nan Ne...
Come, because this life is a one-way street, there is only one chance, Afterwards it's full on air, if you have breath then it's romance, This is what they say, this is what we hear, The one who goes, is gone, he won't come back ever...
Play some move this time so that even the sea will walk on the bridge, Then you walk on it or I, the city will be under over feet, There are so many news, there are so many graves, Don't wake the one who is sleeping in these graves...
Hare Hare Rama Hare Hare Krishna (4) Hare Hare Hare Hare....
Kill them, the one who collides with you... Cut them, the one who comes in your way... Why do you think of good and bad, you'll get framed, break on your enemy... Just remember this truth, if you want to live don't leave them alive.
[Mantra]
Enemy is your death, you become the death of your death... Crush the head of those who rise their heads... War is your eyes, the game is of Kurukshetra, you got arms of a lion, roar loud. You become the hiss of the snake, live in style and be the government... Strike without any fear, increase your strength and do human massacre...
You yourself become the god, you do the justice to yourself, move forward and fight, it's your rule... It's the trick of Kauravas, they are the skin of wolfs, you are bhima alone is equal to 100... The gone day won't come back, the upcoming day also won't come... Burn in the fire of revenge, sharpen your sword's blade... Kill them
If you rise your head it will be chopped, where will you hide, where will you save yourself, Every place is ambushed, chequer of death is spread everywhere, if you getup, you'll fall, if you fall, you'll be chopped, if you hide, you'll be caught, if you'll got caught you'll die, wake up wake up, run run, if you can save yourself today save yourself... this is storm, this is earthquake, it's running on full force... who has the guts to fight, who can keep himself standing...
the most adamant, the most powerful, designed by the weapons, this is my blood-character... blood-character (5)
I dream of night, I dream of day, I dream of watching you flee away, fear once, fear me twice, fear me more I'll shoot you aside... You gotta keep running if you want to survive, coz everynight I dream of watching you die... dum da da dum, this is the dance of death...
dance dance whole night, you may not know if you'll be there tommorow... beat the drum, beat it with your hands and feet... dance dance on my fingers, dance dance whole night, I am the serpant of the death, my dagger sounds like drums...
We are filled with poison, nurtured between scorpios,
You will be punished for biting us. Promise on honour, we will tear you, You'll flutter like tail-chopped snake.
You offspring of honour, promise on Dropadi, If you come in the house of Kaurava, I am Dushasan, we will snatch you in, You'll lose whatever honour you have.
Today listen to the words of your honour, Where you'll go in Choli-Lehenga. When bullets will be shot in your every hole, Then every hole will play the flute.
Holes, Holes, Holes(6-8)...
Oooo, you god of holes, just listen to me, When you'll come in the middle of the market, [Alright, I came in the middle of market, now what?] Now, you'll dance like a bull openely, You'll spread like <bhaad> on streets...
We are sons of Duryodhan along with the disciple of Ravan, We played in the laps of Pootna and Surpnakha, We are such devils, we tear and eat the dogs, We are such a archer, that people wear glasses, We are Shakuni, we are Kans-Raaj, We are dishonoured woman, we are cheap, We are cannibals, we snatch and eat cattle's fodder, We slapped on ass and started, we sold the ass, Leave the cricket bat aside, we sold the whole game... haji-maula(6-8)