Mayhem matters...

They crucified and the world watched….
Whipping all the way to glory were they…
And all the while an eerie silence governed
Maybe it was momentary? Or it wasn’t?

The raiders have raided, marauders marauded
The living salute the dead, and everything they dread
But still there is a tinge of green
On the otherwise pale pine
We will breathe, so what if a few aeons pass
We will live on…

Egos died a whimper less death
Bones are now soil and on it people fear to tread
But they did tread along the path of blood
Cz they knew that it leads to the elixir

Cheeni zyada

Cheen ke nazar mein hai Aksai Chin
Kya Bharat ki suraksha par hai prashna chin?
Woh kehte hain Arunachal Pradesh ko Tawang
Pata nahi kaun hai right kaun wrong
Ek taraf apni economy ko dekhar badhai
Doosri oar Arunachal par kabze ki hai rutt lagayi
Par bina Arunachal Pradesh ke lagega India
Jaise dudh bina malai
Phir na keh paaoge Hindi Cheeni Bhai Bhai
Kyonki toot jaayega bharat, jise joda tha jamaakar pai pai