Sunday, 25 April 2010
My Lord Friend.
Disclaimer : A little adapted , a little more translated and hugely inspired by a song of Gulaal called Yaara Maula . Listen to it if you can . You wont curse me after that .
My lord, my friend,
In my dreams the world is still beautiful,
Hands full of balloons and a ballooning trend,
A beat in my heart as ever graceful .
My lord , my friend ,
Yes , Those were the world of dreams ,
Those were the world of books ,
Where every breath would create ripples ,
Where eyes would sparkle passion ,
My lord , my friend ,
You were my earth, you were my sky,
But little did I know of your equity,
So , I stood on the edge of a deep hole of immorality ,
In throngs, then they came ,
They carried swords and said , friends they were ,
Commanded to throw away those books ,
And educated me to wear swords and cuffs with all its care .
“ This hole that you see ,
Wealth enormous will there be ,
Tomorrows world is in there .
Take this sword and jump with a dare .
Kill whoever dares to stand before You .
and then the future will belong to You .”
I did what they told me to do ,
Because they wanted me to do so ,
I do not know why I did it ,
But they only told me they wished me to do so .
That hole was dark ,
But , I had gone too far to remark ,
I was trained well ,
So couldn't see if I was killing my own self .
Now , that taste of blood
That thirst for a kill ,
Has haunted me , has bounded me ,
You tell me what do I do ?
Who do I kill ?
Not a soul to guide ,
No more room to hide ,
My lord , my friend ,
In my dreams You still reside ,
That world , those books , no more lies ,
Tell me what I need to do .
My lord , my friend ,
What do I do ?
