A tribute to Pak Army

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As the black curtains of night descended
Everywhere an everlasting silence hung
Dark silhouettes crept the thorny path
Their soul body and mind targeted for one task
Crush those that posed a threat to their motherland

With the power of faith enlightening their hearts
Guns, arms and ammo did not matter
As long as with their souls they were ready to part
What lead them towards their death so courageously
Was the love of their own country

Cries of Allah o Akbar tore the stillness of night
Fire emblazoned everything in sight
The enemy ran in confusion
Brave green men breaking their rank and file
Their woes were heard even over a mile

Many fell, some with dignity, some not
With or without weapons the Pak lions fought
The jackals scurried away not able to bear the wrath
Leaving behind whatever they possessed
A victory ensured for the conquerors

Let’s join hands and salute them
Those who are awake when we sleep
Their eagle eyes unflinching, undaunted
Ready to defend the land they stood on
Let’s pray for the Pak army, those who live and those who are gone

Wake up call

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My eyes gazed upon it
A body rotting bit by bit
Being salvaged by hungry dogs
My tears blotted my eyes like fog
What I saw made my body numb
Everywhere a misty sadness hung

I heard a cry of help
I heard a little child yelp
A mother yelled as her little one fell
In an instant her life made a living hell
A war rampaged on around me
And all I could do was let it be

I inched towards the fallen one
A shower of bullets I got in return
They wont let me pick my brother
Take him to his dying mother
How could a heart be so cruel
All it cared about was the worldly duel

Wake up my brothers, shun the sleep
Your mothers, sisters lie there in the rotting heap
Wake up, the people of Gaza call you
A cry for help is all they can do
Wake up and see through the eye of reality
They have made the prosperous land into a crumbling city

This world has become an abode of fantasies
Keeping everyone away from torturous realities
Man kills man for the lust of power
Just to build huge empires with him on a tower
Why do we forget we were once dust
Thereto we will return and thats a must

My Soul

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A bird fluttered inside of me
Wanting for its prison to cease to be
Tortured by the deeds of its worldly master
It yearned for his time of death faster


As I peeked inside of me I saw it
My soul struggling to free itself out of the pit
The blackness inside me I found so consuming
Amazed at how my soul was bearing


The bodily cage had become a hell for it
All I did was kill it bit by bit
My actions made it cry
But gradually my heart had become wisp and dry


I was so indulged in the worldly wealth
Not caring about my soul’s eternal health
Day by day making it worst
Making it feel it had been cursed


Its destiny depended all on me
I was taking it to hell but I didn’t see
All my life was spent in ignorance
Now all of it was making a complete sense


I had done nothing for a life of eternal bliss
All those chances of doing good I had missed
But now it was too late to realize
My life was a living hell in disguise


O my captor, cried out my soul
So cruel, you deprived me of my goal
Why did the Creator sent me to you
Tear and torment me is all you do


I was sent as a being so pure
But you poisoned me beyond all cure
I looked back through my past
Now that the wrinkles were coming fast


Not one good I found in my life
All spent in the soul and body strife
I now realized it wanted to take me to heaven
And all I did was take it to hell