la'whore!

lahore, lahore

my screws have gone loose, have had it today

used to be a part of it - lahore, lahore

now my old worn-out shoes, are dying to get away

right out of this house of shit - lahore, lahore

why be in a city that doesnt let me sleep?

where it's all downhill, a stinkin' dung heap

my lil town blues, i'd take any day

i'm sick of making new starts of it - in cold lahore

i can't make it anywhere, especially not here

and its all because of you - lahore, lahore

lahore, lahore

why wake up in a city that gives me the creeps?

and find i'm a number none, bottom of the list, run of the mill

a number none

my lil town blues, please take me away

i can't make no new starts of it - in cold lahore

'cause i just can't make it here, i can't make it anywhere

it's all b'cause of you - lahore, lahore

lahore!

Sung to the tune of Frank Sinatra's 'New York, New York'

100: A Political Statement

The content of this post has been deleted by the author for purely non-political reasons. What was posted here before was a base attempt at currying favor with a vile and vulgar individual. The author retracts the previous statement in its entirety!

nine years

kab thehrey ga dard aye dil, kab raat basar ho gi
suntey thhey woh aayein ge, suntey thhey sehr ho gi

kab jaan lahu ho gi, kab ashk gohar ho ga
kis din teri shunwa'i aye deeda e tar ho gi

kab mehke gi fasl e gul, kab behke ga maikhana
kab subh e sukhan ho gi, kab shaam e nazar ho gi

wa'ez hai na zahid hai, naaseh hai na qaatil hai
ab shehr mein yaaron ki kis tarh basar ho gi?

kab tak abhi raah dekhein aye qaamat e jana'na
kab hashr mo'ayeeyan hai tujh ko toh khabar ho gi

- faiz

two-second admissions

jan zatan burdi wa darjani hunooz,
dard-ha daadi wa darmani hunooz.

aashkara seen-e am bashugaafti,
hamchunan dar seen-e pinhani hunooz.

ma za girya chun namak bagudakhtim,
tu bakhunda shukr afshani hunooz.

- Amir Khusrau

you left me lifeless, and yet, you are my life
pain you gave me aplenty, and yet, you are the only cure

shamelessly you pierced my chest and ripped out the heart
but within its darkest depths, you still somewhere hide

why should I cry if you grind salt into my wounds?
for such attention, my master, my king, I am forever grateful