आज खुद को किया खुदा से आज़ाद
ना माँगेंगे भीक ना करेंगे फ़रियाद
आज़ादी के जश्‍न में भी दिल में ये दुविधा
खुदा ने बनाया इंसान या इंसान ने खुदा?

Lone wolf,
In the storm.

Howling a broken melody,
Uncertain where to trek.
Uncertain of herself.

She plays strong,
She plays cool.
She plays wise.

Inside,
She knows.
She's broken.
Scarred.

Trying to reach,
That hand outstretched.
Trying to pull her into his arms.

He's trying to understand.
She's trying to explain.
Why it happens...
Why she's broken..

She can't explain,
Life just pushed her down.

Into the darkest hole,
It could find.

He's trying to save her,
She's trying to save him.
Not herself.

She doesn't think about herself,
Maybe that's the issue.
The burden she has.

The anxiety,
The mistrust.

It's all because,
Those she thought.
Could be trusted.

...couldn't...

Sunday is church day
said childhood, Mum and Mr. Jesus

I agree
said university days, a late night and a hangover
Sunday is a day of rest,
and there are many ways to keep the faith,  

like staying in bed.

there's a man
throwing pennies
up up in the air
heads or tail, yes or no

copper distraught
met silver uncertainty
wondering when will
gold find their way

metal in our blood
trouble magnet they say
isn't that what we're built for?

crystal clear, we'll never be
too muddled with impurities
but that's okay,
good samaritans are dead anyway

A black ball of grime,
two legs sticking out
of the top.
Gooey and all covered
in slime, it's silently bleeding
and cannot stop will not stop.
Farrell the adventures,?
Farwell the friends that made
his arial travels shorter,?
his stare is not with us
anymore?he has forgot 
whatever friends?there ever was ?

Dead Pigeon. ?

Tossed like a pile of ****.t?
ran over a couple dozen of times ?
by tires and people's kicks.?
But he is dead he just won't ?react,
someone please do ?something! ?

Dead Pigeon. ?

The bird deserves a burial ?
he is calling at me
with ?his glossy eyes:
?asking me to help
?but I can't?
Dead Pigeon?
But he still lives!
?His eyes, veiled,
bloodshot and?black,
point at the gutter?as if to say: ?
Oh the Horror! ?**The Horror!

You can only question,
The methods above,
When they take the soul,
Of someone you love,

When criminal's live,
To repeat each breath,
Spreading all fear,
Avoiding death,

We mourn the past,
Robbed of our time,
A happy future,
Tortured by crime,

We pray in vain,
To bring them back,
Your silent response,
The comfort you lack,

Grief eats me alive,
As anger resides,
Vengeance is real,
Life for a life,

No remorse,
For my actions taken,
A son of no cross,
Forever forsaken.