Tuesday, January 31, 2006

ETURNAL_____________NOCTURNAL

Sunday, January 29, 2006

A King, Crown & Sting

With a whip he lashes the depressing wind
With a thorn he pierces the fiendish wings
Of death, that drags the souls to Styx
Save this erroneous king
Whose crown never stings.

---Nocturnal

Monday, January 23, 2006

HAAN MUJHKO AADAT HAI....

I have just penned a song in Urdu, though it is very difficult to write Urdu in roman script, but somehow I managed to write it down. I hope that readers won't find any difficulty in reading that script, though I know it is really hard to understand Urdu word in roman script.

HAAN MUJHKO AADAT HAI
PANYOON PAY CHALNAY KEE
SUNG UMADTEE LAHROON KAY *(sung--along/together)
BHARNAY AUR BHIKARNAY KEE

PURAY CHAND KEE RAATOON MAIN *(puray chand--complete moon)
SUNG SHAMA KAY DHALNAY KEE

HAAN MUJHKO AADAT HAI
HAAN MUJHKO AADAT HAI

HAR SHAB KUFR KAY SHOLOON MAIN *(sholoon--flames)
SUNG BUTON KAY JALNAY KEE. *(buton--idols)

TAREEQ UFAQ KAY DAMMN MAIN *(tareeq--dark/gloomy) *(ufaq--horizon)
MISL-e-ASHK CHAMAKNAY KEE. *(misl-e-ashk--like the tear)

HAAN MUJHKO AADAT HAI
HAAN MUJHKO AADAT HAI

ZARD MURJHATAY PATTON KAY *(putton--leaves)
SUNG GULLON KO TAKNAY KEE. *(gullon--roses)


HAAN TUJHE BHEE AADAT HAI
SARD KHUNJAR KAY HONTOON PAR *(sard--cold) (khunjar--knife)
ZAKHMI UNGUSHT RAKNAY KEE *(ungusht----finger)

PHUN PHAILAYE ANDHAIROON KAY
ZHAREELAY MANZAR CHAKNAY KEE *(zhareelay--poisonous)

ASAIB ZADA TASWEERON KO *(asaib--haunting/ghostly)
SANG RANGOON KAY RANGNAY KEE. *(rangoon--colours)

YEH JO TEREE HALAT HAI
WOHEE MAREE HALAT HAI
WOHEE CHAMAN KEE HALAT HAI *(chaman--garden)
WOHEE AMAN KEE HALAT HAI *(aman--peace)

HAAN HUMKO AADAT HAI
BAY NAAM BHIKARTEE LEHRON PAR
RAAKH DUKHOON KAY RAKHNAY KEE
*(rakh--ashes) *(dukhoon--sorrows)

HAAN MUJHKO AADAT HAI
HAAN TUJHKO AADAT
HAA HUMKO AADAT HAI………………..

Sunday, January 22, 2006

UNDERNEATH (7/7 London bombings)

This song reflects the pain and sufferings of those who lost their loved ones on that tragic day ie, 7th July 2005. This song is scheduled to be published in an anthology called SOUL GATHERER in England and also won a contract to be demoed at PARAMOUNT, Nashvile, Tennessee, USA.

Underneath: On the trail
Blood soaked the iron rail
To quench the wicked thirst of blood
Devils grabbed the Holy Grail.

Who is gentle, who is rogue
It’s hard to tell in mob
Who’d throw you in despair
By grasping all your hopes.

After a long time he rang
His lost love to say
I still love you my Fay
Didn’t want this chance to waste
So she picked his call in haste
Just before a bang.

He went into the rubble
To get her out of trouble
But he found his love so blithe
And colder than the ice.

Underneath: on the trail
When Terror’s face unveiled
Laughter turned to wail
Blame it on the gale
That ripped our mighty sails.


-----NOCTURNAL

Friday, January 20, 2006

FACE ECLIPSE

Sorrows eclipsed my face
As moon eclipsed the sun,
This life is like a maze
That puzzles at every turn

Thursday, January 19, 2006

Talk Show Host

I don't really post song lyrics of other bands on my weblog but that song of RADIOHEAD is just amazing.

Radio head's TALK SHOW HOST is a soundtrack of the film R & G,

I want to
I want to be someone else or I'll explode
Floating upon this surface for the birds
The birds
The birds

You want me?
Fucking well come and find me
I'll be waiting
With a gun and a pack of sandwiches
And nothing
Nothing
Nothing
Nothing

You want me?
Well come on and break the door down
You want me?
Fucking come on and break the door down
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready
I'm ready

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

DRUGS, SEX AND ROCK N ROLL

I hate those fucking ppl who spoil rock n roll with their fucking addiction to drugs and instinct of having wild sex.

There are quite a few bands who set good examples while ruling the world of music.
But most of the so called rockers are just copycats, playing fucking borrowed music.

True rockers may be addicted to drugs , may have wildest sexual desires but music they play is just blooooooody amazing, that bleeds you and drives you wild and makes you a beast.

And the fake rockers, they just have sex and drugs but music they play is just fucking crap that makes you sick.

Tuesday, January 17, 2006

I'm a muse














I am a muse
I am accused
Of telling the truth.

I am amused
To tell the news
Of deluge.

He’s got no dues
This debtor accused
Of saving Jews.

She left her shoe
Embraced the noose
And died unabused.

Rebel changed his views
Bled Marx’s brute
What a pleasant fluke.

A wretched recluse
Burnt his flute
Left ashes for good.

I am a muse
I am accused
Of telling the truth.

I am a muse
I am a muse
I am a muse
I am accused
I am accused
I am a muse……

----by Nocturnal

Sunday, January 15, 2006

A broken heart

You lost your beau on the dust laden ways of love and then you started looking for him, and after years of search, one day you found someone lying on his chest on the mound of broken dreams, you thought you had found your love again, you rushed towards him, his face was covered with the dust and he was bleeding, you asked his name, he replied my name is broken heart, you smiled and said I know, I am a broken hearted too without you, where had you disappeared, I had been looking for you everywhere.You laid his head in your lap, and tears swelled in your eyes and started pouring down on your lover's face, who was lying in your tear soaked lap, these were the tears of happiness, as you finally found your lost love, but these tears of happiness wrecked your mirth when they washed away the dirt form the face of the man who was lying in your lap.When you looked at the cleaned glistening face of him, it was dawned on you that he is not your man, he is some else, you just shocked by this reality, you couldn't just control yourself, selfishness took control of you, you pushed his forehead off your lap, his head struck with a rock of despair and he bacame unconscious, you wiped your dusty hand with his clothes, you left him dying and walked away.

And you are still wandering on the highways of love, trying to find your love, you are tired and thirsty and your feet are trembling, and soon you will fall like that man, who you had found the other day, you will be waiting for someone's help and someday someone desperate like you will come to you considering you as his destination and will ask your name.

What would you reply then,

A Broken Heart or Stone Cold Heart................

Saturday, January 14, 2006

I love a Whore

I love a whore
Whose name is wealth,
Who opens her door

For the one who yells"More" to hoard
Her body and soul.

Friday, January 13, 2006

A Born Sinner

I had a dreadful dream last night, I saw them hanging you high because you always spoke the truth and truth is forbidden, it’s a sin in their world. But you always sinned regardless of their warnings; they said you were a miscreant, a born sinner.

They always tried to baptize you in the flames of lies, but you always escaped with all your sins. Though I knew that you were already bearing your cross of truth and just walking tiredly towards your end, I had been following your blood red foot step, I had been envying you wounds that whip of conscience had left every time it kissed your body ferociously.

But Harod of our time didn't want you to carry this heinous cross, that is why they burnt it down and instead of crucifying you they hanged you high so that every one from even the farthest distance could see the end of the one who used to speak truth, who used to sin.A man who was a heretic, a rebel, a born sinner.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

LOST TRIBES

I ain’t in search of soothing fire
I perfer the abyss than climbing high
Up on the sacred Mount Sanai
Cuz I can’t sing no praising hymn
Before the burning holy sign

I will fight till final triumph
As fighting is the finest crime
I won't flee the Pharaoh's hell
To find myself with lost tribes.

Wednesday, January 11, 2006

CORPSES' MOUNDS

(This poem of mine is scheduled to be published in two different anthologies,
1- ETERNAL PORTRAITS-USA
2- BRITISH ISLE POETS(2006) -UK


Soaring bombs on the horizon
Veiled the dazzling stars,
Sweet streams that turned to poison
Quelled the thirst of war.

What else remains to be altered?
Save our beating hearts
Every thing has come to halt.
Now: we can see the eclipsed moon
Through our broken vault
All is left, to cure these wounds,
A pit of bitter salt.

Though roar of guns has deafened us
We still can hear a song
Song that begins with the growl
Ends up in the moan
When Siren sings some magic chants
We get astounded
We sing along all night long
To amuse the flock of hounds.

What peasant mourned? A field of corn
That shone like golden crown,
Hungry fire consumed it all
Left ashes on the ground.

What tyrant found? Corpses' mounds
Lying on the ground
Wild guns devoured these folks
And strewed them all around.

Monday, January 09, 2006

POISON + WINE = IMMORTALITY

God asked Abraham to sacrifice his most beloved thing that is his son, As he was the beloved friend of God that is why he remained steadfast and acted according to his GOD's command.

Sometime I wonder If someday God ask me to sacrifice my most beloved thing then what would I sacrifice,

Some people say that life is the most precious thing and mostly people say that it is the dearest thing to every person, Who wanna die? Definitely no one.

So would I sacrifice my life in the name of Almighty, I closed my eyes and imagined that what it would feel like when I would be bleeding myself to get an immortal life.

But I couldn't feel the pain that one goes through while soul leaves the body for not to come back forever, and all my imagination remained incomplete without experiencing the taste of death.

Is that a wine that one tastes only once in a life time, what does it taste like, bitter, sour , sweet?

God knows, but one thing for sure no one gets intoxicated after drinking that wine, So is that a poison?

A poison that gives us an immortal life, so can I call it a poisonous wine that makes us IMMORTAL.

Sunday, January 08, 2006

A Nag


I’m a nag amonst the stallions
Creeping back unlike the valiants,
Just to hide my stains from the million
Eyes: I do covet the instinct of chameleon.

Saturday, January 07, 2006

The Nile of Sorrows

You can’t hide your swelling tears
Behind the tattered veil of smile
So let your eyes cleave these waves
To get yourself passed through this Nile.

Ugly Shroud

Dens are empty, loins are out
I can't let you muck about
Its time to shoot into the crowd
Before they shred our ugly shroud.

Friday, January 06, 2006

NOCTURNAL

Thursday, January 05, 2006

A strange Knock

I had never used any lock to lock my door before becuase I used to think that no one would bother to come in as I am a stranger to everyone, even I am a stranger to myself. But one night I heared a knock on my door.

I was amazed that who is this in the middle of the night, knocking on the door of one who is even stranger to himself.

I heared a feminine voice, who is it!, followed by a knock.

I was really in a perplexed state, I hadn't seen in my whole life a person, who had just knocked on someones' door, asking a question WHO IS IT?

Though I was in a very strange situation, I gathered my nerve and said,

I have never knocked on any stranger's door in my whole life, I don't know whether you have a right to know that Who the person really is whose door you are knocking on OR a person whose door is being knocked upon should ask the same question instead.

She said, If you haven't knocked any stranger's door before then why are you answering a stranger's knock for?

Why did you bother yourself to reply, You should have remained silent.
Why did you let me know that someone really lives inside this ghost house. I would have left your door after getting bored and tired, had not you said anything in response to my knocks. She said.

Though I do knock on stranger's doors but I never ever tried to break in, She said again.
So as you responded to my knock, you are supposed to tell me who you really are,
She decreed.

And I was amazed at the encroacher's shamlessness that how bravely she was justifying her position and claiming a right that in any case she should not have claimed,

A RIGHT TO KNOW WHO I AM.

That all she wanted to know and I had no answer to that question.................


(to be continued)

Me or Someone Like Me

I saw you with someone
Someone like me
Passionate and young
Exactly like me

Lost in your arms
Bewitched by your charm
Who envisaged no harm
Exactly like me.

Drowned in your eyes
Oblivious to lies
That galvanize your laughters
And magnify your sigh.

I saw you with someone
Someone like me
Passionate and young
Exactly like me.

And then,

I saw someone burning
Burning like me
Turning to ashes
Ashes like me
In the fire of betrayal
Ignited by thee.

I wondered,
Was that me,
Or someone like me.

And pondered,
How many more out there
Dying to be drawn
In your trap
Like me……………..

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

DYING TO HEAR LIES.

TELL ME ...........TELL ME.........WHY
WHY YOU MAKE ME CRY
WHY YOU JUST DON'T LIE

SAY THAT.................. YOU WON'T DIE
SAY THAT ..................I WON'T DIE
SAY THAT.................. WE WON'T DIE

TELL ME.............TELL ME............WHY
WHY YOU MAKE ME CRY

SAY THAT.........................WE'VE GOT WINGS
SAY THAT.........................WE WILL FLY
WE WILL TOUCH THE SKY

TELL ME............TELL ME............WHY
WHY YOU MAKE ME CRY
WHY YOU JUST DON'T LIE


TELL ME..............TELL ME............WHY???????????????????????????

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

CONTRAST


I laugh in front of Wailing Wall
He weeps behind the seven veils
'Cos I burnt the fragile Dead Sea scrolls
And he learnt the entire dreadful tale.

Monday, January 02, 2006

A tyrant

Once a tyrant begged me to fill her chalice, So I bled myself as I couldn't have left her dying of thirst.

Since then whenever she feels thirsty, I have to pour my blood into her chalice,

But I don't know how long will she take to die of poison, as the thing that flows in my veins is nothing but poison.