Fall back on ..

I am no prince
I am no saint ..
I am not anyone’s wildest dreams
but I will stand
behind and be
some-one to fall back on

some comedy
but still, honestly
you don’t believe me
but the things I had
are the things you need

you look at me
like I don’t make sense
like a waste of time ..
like it serves no purpose
a meaningless gesture

___________________
cz I am no prince
and I am no saint
and if that’s what
you believe what you need,
than you’re wrong
You don’t need much
you just need some-
one to fall back on ..

you’ve been alone
I’d rather be ….
the half of us, the least of you
(is) the best of me
and I will be ….
I’ll be your prince
I’ll be your saint
if you just believe
I will go crashing through
fences and tents
all in your name, I will, I swear
I’ll be some-
one to fall back on

some one, one to fall back on!!

Ramooz-e Ishq

Ho, jee maula, maula, maula, maula, maula
Mera maula, maula
O my creator… my lord

Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein
I am famous for my affair with Him

Khaasa dard-o-gham majaazi mein
(For that love) infinite sorrows and pain have been repressed

Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein (repeat)
I am famous for my affair with Him

Khaasa dard-o-gham majaazi mein
(For that love) infinite sorrows and pain have been repressed

Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein
I am famous for my affair with Him

Maula, maula…

Woh meh dey dey, jo pehlay Shibli aur Mansoor ko di thee
Give me the potion that you gave to Shibli and Mansoor

Toh baydam bhi, nisar-e-murshid-e-meh khana ho jaye
So that I (Baidam) am also intoxicated by this wine

Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein (repeat)
I am famous for my affair with Him

Mattab-e-ishq ka dastoor nirala dekha (repeat)
The tradition of loving God is unique indeed

Uss ko chutti na milli jis nay sabaq yaad kiya
He who loved God the most, could never be idle again

Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein
I am famous for my affair with Him

Khaasa dard-o-gham majaazi mein
(For that love) infinite sorrows and pain have been repressed

Maqani hoon, Maqani hoon, kay azad-e-makaan hoon
I am free, I am shelter-less

Jahan hoon khud saara jahan hoon
Wherever I am, I am the whole universe

Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein (repeat)
I am famous for my affair with Him

Maula, Maula, meri murshid maula
Murshid maula, maula, maula

Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein (repeat)
I am famous for my affair with Him

Woh apni laa-maqani mein rahain mast
And though God has no abode but his creation’s heart

Mujhay itna bata dey mein kahan hoon
All I want to know is that where do I reside?

Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein
I am famous for my affair with Him

Arz-o-sama kahan teri wussat ko paa sakay
The sky and earth, and everything in between, cannot contain your being

Arz-o-sama , Arz-o-sama
The sky and earth, the sky and earth…

Maula, maula, maula, meray maula, maula

Arz-o-sama kahan teri wussat ko paa sakay
The sky and earth, and everything in between, cannot contain your being

Mera hee dil hai jahan tu sama sakay
It is only my heart where you can reside

Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein
Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein
Khaasa dard-o-gham majaazi mein
Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein
Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein

Yahan hona naa hona hai,
Yahan hona naa hona hai,
Naa hona hai,
Yahan hona naa hona hai,
Yahan hona naa hona hai,
But where God lives, I am just a speckle there

Jissay hona ho kuch khaati darri jaana ho jae
For him who wants to have a presence, it’s only dust (ash) at his threshold, which can have alms

Mein hoon mashhoor ishq baazi mein
Khaasa dard-o-gham
Khaasa dard-o-gham majaazi mein
Mein hoon mashhoor

Maula Ali Ali Ali, maula Ali, Aali, Aali,
Ya Ali ya Ali ya Ali, Ya Ali ya Ali ya Ali
Ya Ali ya Ali ya Ali ya..

Time and time again!

This country has borne

Dictators and Autocrats

Among whom

Just ONE was good

And many were bad

 

Time and time again

They come and go

Either by resigning

OR they get Blow

 

Achievements and Astonishments

Are part and parcel

But people who dont let it go

Are ass-hole and rascal

 

I dont condemn any body

I dont give a damn Fuck

But our present Leaders

Are just our Bad Luck

 

 

written for our dear X – President Pervaiz Musharraf

Peace and low rate of inflation for all.

 

 

Poem

When I die burry me deep,

Four feet down, fast a sleep,

Place Urdu book on my bed,

Tell my teacher that I am dead.

Place my English book on my chest,

Let my teacher know how much I am at rest,

Place my Physics book on my right hand,

Tell my teacher nothing I could understand,

Place my Chemistry book on my left,

Inform my teacher I did my best,

And also tell my teachers not to cry,

Because THEY are, the one who made me DIE.

 

PS: for the Professors of Govt. Dehli Collage .. because of whom I m what I m.

Sawal? (THE QUESTION)

AAYA ZABAN PAY EK SAWAL

AYE JANAY WALAY AAJNABI

ITNA MUJHAY TO DAY BATA

YADOON KO MERI UMAR BHAR

KIA APNAY DIL KI BAZAM MAIN

RAKHAY GA TU YOUHIN SAJA?

KHUSHBOO RAHAY GI KIA MERI

SASOON MAIN TERI MUSTAKIL

TAA ZINDAGI YOUHIN BASI?

KAR-E-JAHAN APNI JAGA

SOOD-O-ZIAN APNI JAGA

LAKIN KAHIN BHI TU RAHAY

KIA YAAD RAKHAY GA MUJHAY?

DIL KAY KISSI GOSSHAY MAIN KIA

AABAD RAKHAY GAA MUJHAY?

MERAY LABOON TAK BAR HA

YE SAB SAWAL AAYE TOO THAY

IS KHOF SAY POCHAY NAHIN

TU BAY RUKHI SAY KEH NA DAY

HUM SIRF AACHAY DOST THAY

AUR DOST SARI ZINDAGI

IK SAATH TO RAHTAY NAHIN?

 

PS: and on a personal note .. this is a very personal poem .. written for a very very dear fellow … may u live happy, wise and full of joy … .. … .. . where ever u live~!!