Naaway chounuy rov

Asi raev sez wath wen kuss haa way, naawey chounuey row
Jahaanich haqeeqat kuss mashre way, naawey chounuey row

Naaras gindan - aes buzne ayay, naawey chouney row 
Wen kuss naar set asi khocze naaway, naawey chouney row

phiran haez tasbih khaabaes manz az,
khasaan chani daedi khaabaes manz az,
Subhas yeli asi ech mecze raway, naaway chouney row

shuer paanas manz umeed thaaway, naawey chouney row
shuer paanich kuss dashe mecze raaway? naawey chouney row

Waqtin rud phir - ni aes chhalith
Deede yeley - athhe chhi gandith
Wen kus athe asi oush wathraway, naawey chouney row

Asi rooz ne kanh chaaney graawaey, naawey chouney row
chha thappi manz az saaray balayay, naawey chouney row

Karwane Zindagi

Hasti gir girke khud seekhne ka kaam hai
Raahe ustaade kaamil kise yaad nahi

Anjaani gehrayion mai hosh gawana pasand hai
Warna tamaniate saahil kise yaad nahi

Phir aatishe gulaab mai doobne chala hoon
Darde shikasta dil kise yaad nahi

Ye koh ki bulandi aur ye duniya ka nazaara
Magar wo gamme raahe mushkil kise yaad nahi

Ishqe hasti hamein kyun na ho faisal
Wo Hatmi Farmaane-qaatil kise yaad nahi

Zindagi Hasar Kyah

Az pyow ne roud saanis darwaazas
Myanis armaanas ruuz kasar kyah?

Asi kariyow paan hawaale shaitaanas
Sawaabay aaes payi, gonhuk ti hasar kyah?

Kanh dina aalaw amis kare-saazas
Priches choun yi sitam, yi machar kyah?

Godde kadin jante, lagawin taapas
Truis dith chhu wen prichan, tachar kyah?

Neeran chus aki wati, achan bakis karvaanas
Jahaanas pyow myani paknuk asar kyah?

If I was a God

I would create a game of atoms
kick them around, smash them
into each other, with blasting sounds.



Then I would stop being a child God,
and order the world
choosing a blue orb for my next work.



I would create humans in pairs of two,
give him a long curved thing and
her juicy round boobs.



When they go for it and produce
annoying babies, I would suddenly appear
give each a spear, to please me with
the trails of blood.



I would flood the world,
kill at Will and make my people
walk on fire towards me.



I would confuse them through an
illusive web of a world, and make them
bang their heads around it.



Then I would wait and watch as they
build tall buildings to enrage me and
go about their ways without me.



But I won't strike with terror and demolish
the play putting all souls in a fiery Hell
and laugh as they cry in vain.



No I would retire and roam
wonderful streets, have drinks in a bar
and compete with them on Sony PS4.

Fish fable

Once a fisherman caught a fish in his hook but seeing that it was alive and trying to get free as he pulled it up, he let it off saying “you still have fight in you little fellow”. But soon, two hours later, the fisherman caught the same fish again. This time however, he wasn’t in a mood to let it off.

Moral: Don’t get caught in same hook twice.

Asi aekher karun kyah

Moudmaetis marun kyah, daedmetis dazun kyah
Yamis panuyi paan rauv , tamis karun kyah

shraki dith jigaras wasan chhus khoon chi koli,
yeli godde paanne czoun, teli ati labun kyah

Yami barre neerith, kyazi aaw mye garre athi
Yath koochas ne raawaw, tath koochas naczun kyah

khodah czaandne khatre sanneyos jahaanas..
mye agar khodahi roow, myon ye sanun kyah

waave czanji chus wathan, rudi phire chus pewanj
behaye khakh chus, kyazi sonche gaczun kyah

Of what I fear

Life is a game,
every moment a fair play.
Come let's accept
every blind stroke of the
faultless brush,
let's rub off the sun
and steal the moon,
let's make them cry
blood of a hundred thousand daisies
and make them hear
our laughs of despair.
Do not fear, let's twist the world.
Who cares on rules, let your self be sold.
Humble yourself,
lick all faeces that the dogs can scatter.
Enhance your self,
change into a wolf and hunt some treasure.
Join a pack,
break each other's bones and see what we can find.
There is no God but we have his secret.
We are artists let's say it aloud,
"what is it that I can't do?"

I ponder and ponder this question
and I have to come to know
that I fear one thing most of all,
to peek into my own heart and see what is inside;
it is not the world but my heart that lacks all colors.
In the dark surrounded by nothingness
I ask myself, am I only a human after all?