Empty Words

She was a bird
that I could only capture
through the cages I made
of empty words

sculpted those wings
so they could fly
to become the one
who would be said goodbye

set free into the world
took her flight of fancy
gave her the right of way
got myself wronged in every way

burning like wild fire
the bird flew away
the one holding the weightless cage
living in those yesterdays
not for the better
all for the worse
marked to be lost in
those listless herds
and buried under the weight
of his own empty words

Strike Out

Was the day
when my lips
got first diseased
was the day
should have known
the tables they
started to turn

was waiting with
my eyes closed and
arms open wide
waiting like the
nine pins wait
to be rolled
into the ground
each one praying
to be the
last one to go down

was the day
but I let
my eyes close
struck down once
allowed myself to
die for you once

days turned
days churned
from the summer
mosquito bites
to the cold
winter nights

were the days
and they were
waiting their time
but I looked away
got myself
struck down twice
was once bitten
but not twice shy

days turned
days churned
from the summer
mosquito bites
to the cold
winter nights

was the day
it finally arrived
with you laid out wide
every day of mine
turned into a dark night
finally struck down thrice
erased and out wiped

struck down once
struck down twice
struck down thrice
stopped counting
but you
didnt stop striking

have been times
many many more
in one lifetime though
how many times
can the same man
again and again die

have been times
many many more
in one lifetime though
how many times
can the same man
again and again die

Cast 2 Die

Gamblers of the street
gambling with others lives
but you took on the game
to gamble with your own life

tripped so hard
and fell behind
didnt notice you went
a point down in the game

picking up pieces now
of whats left behind
and signing a contract back
for a new lease of life

coming into the light
seeing things with
a different eye
and bid your war against time

changing the rules of your own game
stopping the lonely walk through your deeds
and like the gamblers of the street
wait always for the bigger games to come by
while sharpening your moves on the weak

and by the time all their doubts
about your self worth come true
you would have drowned the ones
who tried to saved you

for whatever was worth
became less for you
play the dirty game
starting with
rolling the dice for two

Orgy of Blind Men

Orgy of the blind men
covered with mud
in their pits
as they fall
the blind in their orgy
want one size to fit all

in the carnival
they are squeezing
each other
to be
the first in line
first in line
to save the world
but no one wants to
plug the leak
in their own home

standing first in line
to save the world
but no one wants to
plug the leak
in their own home

came the teresas who lived
for the sake of charity
came the poets who wrote
for the sake of writing poetry
came all the jokers
blowing from their
cover of darkness
of being cautious
jokers who are the deadliest
the most serious
walking everywhere
talking and trashing humanities

orgy of the blind men
covered with mud
in their pits
as they fall
the blind in their orgy
want one size to fit all

Raw September I

Crawling closer
inch by inch tonight
shedding your masks
lets touch on those nerves
as you are burning
burning to come alive

lets blame them
some other night
they didnt teach us
we got to burn down
before we come alive

taking my turns
yeah we'r going to burn you
burn you down
burn you tonight

yeah take me
and hold my head
and park me
park me between your legs

before this september ends
and the chills
of the winter set in
lets end it like this
raw together
the love made for us
and for this summer

yeah take me
and hold my head
and park me
park me between your legs

Raw September II

i got to delve deeper
so you can go higher
i got to delve deeper
so you can go higher

and while your moans linger
i'll gorge on you in anger
till the gods leave their angels
and break free from their own shackles

and they'll come knocking
come knocking on our door
crying out loud
asking for more
asking for more

yeah they'll come knocking
come knocking on our door
crying out loud
asking for more
asking for more

they'll come knocking
throwing stones at us
while inside as will lay
the keys to the world
we'll lay bare the truth
as i'll remain locked
inside of you

and we'll shed no tear
when they'll leave us
at humanities lowest berths
cursing us for making
a heaven on this earth
cursing us for making
a heaven of this earth

yeah they'll come knocking
come knocking on our door
crying out loud
asking for more
asking for more

Shooting Stars

They like to believe
they are the bravehearts
who like to walk alone
seeing themselves in
each of those someone else'es eye
where every new day begins
by standing straight and
holding their heads high
as they sell to themselves
every morning a new lie


walking on as the days go by
with their feet on the ground
but trying to shoot the star
and slip through the crack
made in the sky


choreographed moves
inch by inch crawling
to leave a trail behind
wary of the pack of dogs
that combine
to bury the diseased one alive
crossing him out
as they move forward
from the left and the right


walking on as the days go by
with their feet on the ground
but trying to shoot the star
and slip through the crack
made in the sky


walking on as the days go by
and step by step
their feet sinking
into the ground
walking on as the days go by
step by step
their feet sinking
deep down
into the ground


memory hiding-seeking memory
as the mind goes astray
to a place somewhere else
but cant find refuge in
any other better place
with tired legs that try
but cant stop walking
they end that each night
with their heads hung low
losing yet another day
to someone they dont know
remember the one that they lost
hanging on that face
on the picture on the shelf
and reach out to bury
bury this one too
in the frame
like the bravehearts
who cried for freedom
when there was hanging over them
the gullitone of shame


walking on as the days go by
step by step
their feet sinking
into the ground
walking on as the days go by
and step by step
their feet sinking
into the ground
their feet sinking
deep down
into the ground

Tick Talk

Sitting in their homes
and behind their closed walls
washed up and dry
but trying to stand tall
trying to get an erection
on their plastic covered dolls
faking their orgasms
of puffed up intelligence
to mask all the years
of frustrated impotence

through the corridors
but they come out and walk
and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk

and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk

the glory of the overflowing
books and the shelves
erected to fill empty spaces
of the living dead
burying others in their hell
covered with those long lost
ashes that ve turned to dust
yet fighting for space
fighting for a name
amongst their like of empty shells

but through the corridors
they come out and
dare to walk
and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk

and they talk and they talk
and they talk and they talk

Stolen Song

Buried under my breath
was only trying
to keep it safe
but as the humm
went along and escaped
kissing the air
you've caught my song
and its happening again
as again and again
ive been caught unaware

as you were pushing me
into the sewers
i gave in
without a fight
started digging in deep
so the words could
fit me right
and i covered
myself with the
slime and the mud
the only signs of which
that now remain
is through the spat out blood
but you are never tired
of taking it a step ahead
you've caught my tune
when i only wanted it to
be left untouched
as you steal my song
and make those lines
your own
im gasping for air
as its happening again
as its happened before
as i get caught again
caught again unaware

Fever

In the dark room
where the flash backs came to life
i was sleeping as i was
framing those memories
sleeping on that three legged bed of mine
with a crumpled sheet not big enough
to cover my own feet
i got the fever of playing dead
a fever where you play dead
all the time

I remember those days
when I had the fever
of playing dead all the time
and then the day when
you got tired of only
being on display
and decided to fly
going all the way up so high
as you went up for those grabs
and how they grabbed at you
and the way you unfolded
in front of my own eyes
while i tried to hide the shuffle
bit by bit underneath my sheet
as i was suffering from a fever
a fever of playing dead all the time
shivering as i did
with that stoned cold feet of mine

now the fever has long gone
the manager who smooth talked
and sold himself to people so fine
got kicked out of his own home
brick by brick a house
got unlayered and became
just another haunted room
out on the streets as i now roam
i think of the the doer
who committed the murder
and think about the done to
who waits for the fever
to come along right the next time
who tries to keep at bay
but waits on the day
the day he commits to the suicide

Hooked

Who was drilling holes
in his own plate
biting on the bait
getting hooked as the hook
stabbed itself in the
back of the neck
and trying to wriggle out
and the hook dug in deeper
and it was too late

they are chanting
in the colosseum
cowards must die
mantras of the mind
chants of the colosseum
cowards are best served fried

hanging by the hook
bleeding at the neck
aiming for the head
but shooting at the legs

hanging by the hook
bleeding at the neck
aiming for the head
but shooting in the legs

bleeding in the neck
bleeding in the legs
aim at the head
before its again too late

bleeding in the neck
bleeding in the legs
bleeding bleeding
bleeding slowly
to a cowards death

Requiem

The child that came
into this world with
her eyes open wide
the day she was born
the day her innocence died

singing a song for the dead
singing a song for the dead
singing a song for the dead
singing a song for the dead

waiting for the kill
as he pulled the trigger
and she jumped the gun
without a drop of blood
she lay there,murdered
flagged at the point of no return
killed that friend the only one

singing a song for the dead
singing a song for the dead
singing a song for the dead
singing a song for the dead

the child that came
into this world with
her eyes open wide
the day she was born
the day her innocence died

waiting for the kill
as he pulled the trigger
and she jumped the gun
without a drop of blood
she lay there,murdered
flagged at the point of no return
killed that friend the only one

singing a song for the dead
singing a song for the dead
singing a song for the dead
singing a song for the dead

Karmic Kicks

As the karma starts kicking in
i'm regressing back into my past life
reflecting on this love
a reflection on me
or a reflection on you
hidden meanings hidden behind the truth
as you are making me shake hands
with the ones who have done you

heard the story
that for a while
a cave man who left his cave
was then forced
to fast forward
into the modern age
where people condition themselves
to all the slime
labels that come pre packed
to save the black
as it tries to turn into white
cowering back into his cave
found his home colored
in layers upon layers of red light

and im regressing back
into my past life
the karma which kicked me in
my teeth and only seems to be just
warming itself in
as the teeth are still sinking in
the kick still settling in
reflecting on this love
a reflection on me
or a reflection on you
hidden meanings hidden behind the truth
as you are making me shake hands
with the ones who have done you
am shaking but am shaking hands
with the hands that have touched you

Beggars wearing a suit and a tie

Sick and tired of
an economy class fare
so coming down the ladder
and watch yourself as you
step by step falter
forcing yourself into the business class
by ripping apart
breaking the back of your chair
bending backwards as you are
pushing back your chair

the beggars are roaming the world
the beggars want to own the world
the beggars have sold their soul
for the world

head straight to
melt away
melt away into the deep
dark chocolate cake
but one obstacle is enough
to lose your way
waiting on the waiter
who has decided not to wait on you
hes heard the proverb
as was to him it was whispered
that people sitting alone must die
has his reasons to smile
to pretend a face that sits
facing his face
is not there
and how long are you going
to stretch that grin
from ear to ear
to convince yourself
that you just dont care

the beggars are wearing a suit and a tie
being given the choices to choose from
running wild and not ready to decide

wearing a suit and a tie
the beggars are roaming the world
the beggars want to own the world
the beggars have sold their soul
for the world
blink and the beggars would have
stolen the world

Closed Doors

With the lights switched off
you didnt know that
you were smoking more
because it was dark
but as you come out of your night
and those eyes are still
trying to adjust to the light
there are those who are
calling out your name
and with all their cards
closed faced down
they are calling you a wildcard
who has no use in their game

coming out of the dark
and the character certificate
burnt and left with black marks
with backdoor entries closed
to get back into the game
and trying to enter
from the exit door
as they are forcing upon you
a new name called shame
with answers already stringed
to their questions
they call you a wildcard
who has no use in their game
a wildcard who's smoked himself
out of the game

Uncovered

As a six year old
when you crapped in your pants
and then hid under the table
as you ran away from the stench
but the stench that has followed you
as you hide away today
and search for answers
on how to be a man

the day when you forgot to lock the door
and were caught down and out of your pants
you didnt know that it would come back to haunt you
as you hide away today
and search for answers
on how to be a man

was only playing catch in the garden
when a broken piece of glass
came and slashed your friends hand
and that day you ran
and you've run far too ahead today
to search for answers
on how to be a man

when you let go off your hand
when you were only trying to make a point
that she would hold on to it tight
but she crossed you out
when she crossed the line
the point got smashed
against the wall
canceled by the line
and now standing stripped and naked
and you know
you are never again going to pretend
to be a man
you are never again going to pretend
to be a man

American sunshine

If they are two sides
of the same coin
its not a coincidence
that their names rhyme
but they got only
one of them down
he was just another
man with a gun
the other shooting off his puns
also fucking with millions of minds
is still alive
but one had to go down
so the other could live on
taking forward the lies

o-ama is a fuck
fill in the blank
and the bs has begun

when a plane dropped its wheels in the sky
a tower standing tall dived
came crashing down on its false pride
but now they stand
closing their fists
and punching back
singing their song
as their american sun shines
while from under a black veil
under the shadow of a black sun
laboring out a baby boy is born
comes out crying
crying out with his jehadi war cry

o-ama is a fuck
fill in the blank
and the bs has begun

rednecks with with their moist red eyes
the sms joke for them has still not run dry
cursing the day when the pigs started to fly
have they changed their game
and does their american sun shine
or a black man to them is still
only as good as a swine

o-ama is a fuck
fill in the blank
and the games have begun

weigh in on with those dollars and dimes
stacked against them are lost generations
and see the balance tipping over
in favor of the lost time

fill in those blanks
and there are games all around

the game never ends
some are staring out
giving into the blank
are accused of not taking sides
while even the sun takes its turns
changing on its colors
taking sides as its shines
shining on one side at a time

She knows

she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows

she knows how to make that face
she knows how to turn with grace

she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows

she knows not what to say
she knows all that there is to say

she knows she knows
she knows she knows

she knows how to play the game
she knows how to play it straight
she knows how to bend
she knows how to spread those legs

she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows

she knows the bed
she knows the road
she knows the drive
she knows the ride
she knows the time
she knows shes in line

she knows she knows
she knows she knows

she knows what she wants to see
she knows what needs to be
she knows that she knows me

she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows
she knows she knows

Ticking away in time

Holding down the ticking time
as the ceiling comes falling down
patience patiently runs out of breath
and you start diving down into the dread
all the while lying still on the bed

straining that neck
to fix yourself up
as a twisted brace
and the head that falls on the chest
deaf ears that try to catch the beat
never mind the heart
that has been torn apart
but pulling up hard
to close the long open bracket
and flicker on for a while by
lighting up on her socket

but the ceiling starts its climb down
and you are trying to
hold down the ticking time
as you stare lying on the dread
patience patiently starts
to run out of its breath
coming down to crush you
the ceiling of debt
while you are lying down
lying down dead on the bed

Go purple

got to the store
got to choose from
the many colors
on the floor
through the haze
the color of my smoke
they seem all black n blue to me
but ive now seen the tee
shouting expletives at me
its time to choose
i've chosen my purple
and im walking out the door

walking out of the door
im black n blue
and ive picked up my purple

liked the paths that u beat on
grinding yourself down
and then you dont want to
come unstuck from the ground

im black n blue
and im wearing purple

taking the black n blue rear view
and shading it with the color purple
blocking that rear view
'cause im in my purple
'cause i'm a black n a blue
im black n blue
and im enveloped in my purple

met a few drunkards
looking for trouble
on the way
everybody likes to
have a say
but they offered me their ciggs
and i slipped back into my circles

i'm black n blue
and ive picked up my purple

walking out the door
i'm a black n a blue
and im turning purple

Breathe

Hands that are going up
to catch those babies
littered on the street
who'll be catching them
and what will the babies see

theres enough masala on the street
to live a lifetime on a feast

even the blind man staring straight
abuses his right to see
and the one legged man
trips on his power to be

theres enough masala on the street
to live a lifetime on a feast

the preacher with his preachered
the butcher and his butchered
all thrusting into legs wide open
humanity to them is an unwilling woman

theres enough masala on the street
to live a lifetime on a feast

the people of all kinds
like sprinkled on the number line
and some who like to
stand last in the line
scared that their turns will come
not ready to play
but always ready to lose
pissing for long in their pants
decide to lose their flavor
making it less with
each heavy step
as they piss out into the future

but theres enough masala on the street
to live a lifetime on a feast

cowards and thieves
only nailing others excuses to breathe
not getting those hands
down and dirty
but gassing people silently
with all their greed
playing to the tune of tragedy
slipping through the cracks
and blaming their society

but but theres enough masala on the street
to live a lifetime on a feast

excusing themselves out
and contributing to world peace
by cutting themselves into pieces
pieces of ten grams each
with so much masala
spilled on the street
but losing all their appetite
to even breathe

Foul smelling flower

Colored with slime
a flower comes calling
having bargained
an eye for an eye
the savage turns a leaf
and starts slapping itself
with the wings of a housefly

Was roaming in the garden
burnt out stubs
strewn on the ground
hanging by the earring
came a pleasant face
flashing that smile
like a 30 second commercial break
whiffing with hot air
a chunk of meat said goodbye
while they went to blossom
busy with the stabbing
ignoring calls for freedom
in search of a rhythm
the savage licked his wounds
with his own venom

There are books
demanding for their cover
and lost children
wanting to be sucked back
into the wombs of their mother
for the savages roaming in the garden
the kicks come out
by sucking on to the
foul smelling flower

For the savage in the garden
colored with slime
a flower comes calling
shooting off its mouth
like a black dove
to spray the savage
with the disinfectant
called love

Out of line

Roaming in the empty space
not ready to pay the dues
hollowed but
chuckling out echoes
looking out
staring others out of their
own rooms
grinning faces smelling blood
inhaling the smell of
rotting flesh
close themselves up
before the slow moving words
catch up

was once something to show
and something to write
was the poetry called life
to dig up a meaning
reached out to
paint a picture
or sing a damn song
accused of soliciting
locked the door
chewing back on
all the words
that were said
leaving undigested all that
was left unsaid
winding down by
being hard pressed
and cheering now to
a constipated life
by crapping out lines
one line at a time

Push and Play

Kick the ball
draw no more lines
kick up the dust
kick it up
in your own eyes

Fuck 'em
who dropped the ball
when they were twenty seven
Fuck 'em
who will drop it
in the time to come

Load the guns
point it out to the marketmen
guarding their shops
you've never pimped your woman?

Layer by layer
peel off the defenses
with the defenses gone
the savage can sing his song

Kicking the ball
drawing no more lines
kicking up the dust
kicking it up
in your own eyes

Pass the buck
takes more than one
to play the game
turn left at every right
make space for
every wrong to stand
on its head

Kick kick kicking the ball

Blame it on the heads
blame it on the tails
when no one
owns it up
the right drugs will come
to settle the case

Kicking the ball
drawing no more lines
kicking up the dust
kicking it up
in your own eyes

Kicking the ball
wiping out all the lines
kick up the dust
kick it hard
before the ball gets
buried in the ground

Wheels on the Chair

Packed private clubs
with their musical chairs
and their music playing
a smoked turkey at the door
simmering over the fire
trying to pay them off
breathes to move in the space
but breathes out laughter
drilling down a hole
touching raw nerves of the
crux of their matter

Packed private clubs
with their musical chairs
when the music stops
while they are
sitting on their chairs
getting licked by their partners
facing their directions
lighting up their conversation
to spark off their revolutions
the turkey lights up a fire
running around patterning
in and out of the circles
unable to stop playing
with wheels fiddling in the pocket
shown the closed face
of the door
waits for the chair in silence

Peace Out

When the bombs have dropped
crunching its numbers
and getting it right
where every bullet fired
meets its mark
with or without style

When all the noise reaches its end
and when they have all stopped talking
having betrayed and
getting what they want
closing their eyes
sleeping in a
compromising position with peace
standing face to face
with the hidden laughter
behind the lies
unable to betray themselves
they'll be left exploding
exploding with their violence
exploding in front of their own eyes

When the mullah with his azan
halals every stretched out word
finishes creaming out his song
and the priest
not to be outdone by this race
races backwards to pack
5000 years in 5 lines
as the savage too cries and gets
once in a while
his share of free for all

When all the noise reaches its end
and when they have all stopped talking
having betrayed and
getting what they want
closing their eyes
sleeping in a
compromising position with peace
standing face to face
with the hidden laughter
behind the lies
unable to betray themselves
they'll be left exploding
exploding with their violence
exploding in front of their own eyes

The poets and the painters
extracting their juices
from the dead
fogging,blurring
shagging the moon
casting their shadows
over the stars,the light
even eternity has been commoditized
vainer than the vilest of jokers
waiting always for some dance to begin
not wanting their own lives
to hit a dead end

When all the noise reaches its end
and when they have all stopped talking
having betrayed and
getting what they want
closing their eyes
sleeping in a
compromising position with peace
standing face to face
with the hidden laughter
behind the lies
unable to betray themselves
they'll be left exploding
exploding with their violence
exploding in front of their own eyes

Tattoo

Rinsed and dry
Breaking away to come clean
But the ringing phone
keeps pulling at the strings
The blunted knife decides to give in
Dips into the poison of
mud and slime
Plays out its options for the
background score,the genre
and the style
Starts filling in the blanks
Grinding back and forth through
the pages of the story
Sharpens as it burns
Bends and turns
to face the tip
of the end
To give a farewell to the final chapter
Clicks a picture
so the wound stays alive

Ejaculated Misery

Shaking and trembling
on uneven wheels burnt with holes

broken and disjointed
like punctured nerves
the lines try to stand

pulling up a straight face
to muscle out a say
grabbing hard at the picture
to salvage a meaning
and not to let it limp away

breathing down on the full-stop
beating out a climax
so the squeezed out last word
is not dry

ecstasy begins its deception
in seconds wipes itself clean
leaving behind the stain of impotency
to flush out
ejaculated poetry

while the orgasm ends
the protoplasm sinks
shrinking back
into misery

Slippery Fingers

Blank face of the paper
thirsting for the drop of ink
left dry and stranded by a friend
gazes out,as a
parched traveller who is
betrayed by the reflections of water

At a loss for words
seeking refuge behind the walled but
blurred boundaries of
sung and unsung crimes
the pen twitches as it lingers
picks up pace to lose itself
and starts rolling
between the fingers

A new angle dawns on the battle
grimacing paper forces out a grin
starts its retreating journey to
fold itself up as a smile
nodding in approval
betrayal turns to
complete the circle
burdened fingers that knew
revenge was a given
slowly start to let the
pen slip by

Going down,knocking
behind the closed door
the paper starts laughing
nowhere to go
the pen starts slashing

Fata Poster Nikla Andhera

Awaaz baithi
Khafa hoke
Jabaan jali
Sur mein bajte
Baat karte daat
Tehelne par mann atkate
Sukhe hoth
Bachane mein
Seel seel ke fat te
Summ mein dabkar
Sunn hoke baithe
Kone se do kaan
Ulte per khade
Har mooh se nikli baat
Gale hue takiya kalam
ke aam jaisi
Aur gutli apne gale mein
aa atakti
Phadphadati aank mandrate
Chehro mein
Ek parchayee se chupti
Chal padhti yatra par
Shaam se sabere tak ka rasta
Aur manzil ke darwaze pe khada hasta
Haath jode
Hardik swagat karta andhera

Check and Mate

A knife and a fork
And the dripping chocolate sauce
Hovering over the chess board
Drools
On the moves
Salivates
As it chews
Sauce trickles down to the board
A pawn spawns a new color into the game
Cowering beneath the lines
Grey comes out smirking
Moves in
In between the black and the white
Drip starts to flood
Slipping
One step at a time
The King gets knifed
Licking
Away in pain
The Queen gets forked

Visarjan

Dhadakte dil ko nangeen talwaar ke saamne nachaya
Muskurate hue thak jab gaya
Aayna bhi palat ke
Patli gali se kat liya
Hawa ke rukh ne mod pe aisa saath choda
Ulti ginti karte karte
Khoon ek kaali nadi
Ek marte gutter ke taraf badha
Raste mein ek keeda
Chalta phirta rengta
Dupki lagate dikha
Zakhm ka acchar jaisa bana
Chot bhi sala fat ke
Wah huzoor bol gaya
Aur doobte doobte
Ganpati Bappa
Margaya

Wasted Hiding

Wasted not enough to write
Waste some time in trying to write
Jumbled words start to tremble in the hand
A fidgeting pen wants to try and make some sense
Hit hard by the one liners
Punches from a left and a right
Bouncing off corners
As the words fall to the ground
Spilling themselves in a hurry
A coward creeps through the edges
Falling sometimes in between the lines
To bury a voice
That tries to break out of the story

Profiteering at the End of the Line

Clinging to a name thats left to remember
A shop left open without an owner
Busies itself with the market outside
Straining to lower down the volume
Of the tune
Of the good luck of the
misfortune
Betrayed only by the coughed out laughter
Sells open books of lies
Souvenirs go out at a discount
Covering the losses by deepening the cuts
And draining the blood bank account dry
To buy a catalogue of excuses in return
To counter every insult thrown
Piles of files of
Burden of lies
Debt which no insurance can cover
See some bets being placed in the market
Odds that are going in favor
Waiting
For the shop to go under

Meetha Karela

Afsos ka gaana joh mila
Na jeene ka sahara mil gaya
Gaana bangaya toh gaate hain
Sur ko dhyaan mein rakh kar bhool jaate hain
Antakshari mein bas ek hi dhun jab bajti hai
Baithe baithe apni aatmakatha ko ramayan+mahabharat jitna banate hain

Sala apne ko bade dilwala kehte the
Dil ke dagabaazi ko samajh kar samajh na sake
Kahin pyaas bujhi kahin bhook miti
Sone aur jagne ke beech ka rishta toot gaya
Kadwahat ke mithaas ko aise chakh liya
Meetha karela joh banna tha so ban gaye
Jeene aur marne ke beech mein jalna likha tha,haste gaate,jal gaye