Aik Tha Daddu. (Inspired by Amy Lowry Poole author of The Ant and the Grasshopper)

Aik tha Daddu...                                 (once there was a frog..)

Uchalta koodta rehta tha..                 (who use to jump all around..)

Hansta kheylta rehta tha..                 (who use to smile and play along..)

Jab jab germi usko lagti..                   (whenever he feels the heat..)

Paani mein teyrta rehta tha..             (he swims to catch up the beat..)

Ganay ka usko shauq bhi tha..           (he was found of singing songs..)

Galay mein uskay soz bhi tha..          (there was a magic in his sound..)

Ik Tiddi se uski yaari bhi thi..            (he was friend with a grasshopper..)

jisko sangeet beemari bhi thi..         (who was happen to be a music lover..)

Dono'n beythe ik roz thay..               (both sat down one day..)

Kerte shikway ik roz thay..                (thinking on what should do they..)

Daddu bola main sure hoon..             (frog said i am sure of it..)

Makhiyan maarnay se bore hoon..     (wasting time, enough of it..)

Tiddi bola kia baat hai..                     (grasshopper said i am with you..)

Koi pass na mere kaam hai..              (as i have nothing else to do..)

dono bolay chal bhaag chal..              (both suggested to run away..)

iss duniya ko Aa tiyaag chal..             (lets find out what the world say..)

Tu cheyr dhunn main raag doon..      (we play along we sing a song..)

Tu himmat de mein aag doon..           (we muscle up with a King-Kong..)

Iss baat cheet mein howi raat..         (day passed and comes the moon light..)

Aur howa faisla, kal se Ja'naab..        (they decided to call it the night..)

Ho ga na pal bhar bhi araam..            (but tomorrow, when it comes..)

Kere'n ge jee bus yeh ik kaam..         (we will go out and we will jump..)

Per aaj zera hum thakk gae..             (but now tonight we are so tired..)

aur raat ke 12 bajj gae..                    (and we have decided to call it the night..)

Tau kal miltay hein phir yaha'n..        (lets meet next, same place..)

Shuru kere'n ge silsalah yaha'n..        (lets start over, same pace..)

Ik chewnti bhi thi sunn rahi..           (an ant was witnessing it too..)

Kai raato'n se sunn rahi..                  (listening to it all the way through..)

Peeth per ladaa tha ik zerrah..          (holding a piece on her back..)

Jo aadat tha roz ki ban raha..           (making it a daily track..)

Soch rahi thi bill mein jatay..            (on home door she whispered..)

Kab dono'n ye hoon ge siyanay..       (when will they kill mockingbirds..)

Jo kal per daalay jay'n ge..               (putting your plans on tomorrow..)

Woh aaj ka dinn ganway'n ge..         (only fills present with sorrow..)

Jo aaj na kuch ker pay'n ge..            (if you want something today..)

Kal bhi woh ye dohray'n ge..            (your action starts now today..)

Aik Tha Daddu by Usama Naeem

My Fall

I drank another..
and then the other..
and then i slipped and fell..
as i slipped before when i wasn't so drunk..
earlier when i was all full of fun..
when i wasn't so cautious..
when i wasn't so malicious..
when it was all about blue berries and cherries..
and the life was one little white fairy..
and then it changed all of the sudden..

you flew away with all promises broken..

you broke my wings quest amid..
and filled my heart with the agony at your best..
you succeed ye.. and the rage is dwelling inside me..
i feel it deep ye.. the rage which is dwelling inside me.. 
its cruel but if you can feel the pain of love..
tell you what isn't so hard.. "putting the blame on me my love"..

but its hard to cope with it.. once you feel it..
i drank to dilute it within me..

and then i slip and fell..
as i slipped before when i wasn't so drunk..
earlier when i was all full of fun.. and without the gun..
this fall is all the same.. but a bullet maybe extra.. cause me no pain..
cz I'm too drunk to notice.. My Fall..
the one last of mine maybe, or maybe not..
so i drank another..

and the other..

and another..
and another..


- by Usama Naeem

Memento (as i see it)

NOW THAT IS WHAT SPECTATORS KNOW..

AS THEY GRAB POPCORN AND WATCH THE SHOW..

THEY CLAP, THEY SHOUT, THEY MAKE SOME NOISE..

SOME IN APPROVAL AND A FEW WITH REJOICE..

AND AS THE SHOW ENDS THEY RETIRE TO THEIR SUITS..

WITH ALL THEIR HONEYS AND ALL THEIR SWEETS..

INTERESTING STUFF CAME RIGHT AFTER THAT DUMB..

THERE WAS A SPECIAL DAY YET TO COME..

THEY GAVE ME BLESSINGS, THEY GAVE ME PRESENTS..

AND THAT IS HOW THE ODDS MEET, AS THE DAY ENDS..

A MAN CAN BE MEAN ON HIS SMUT AND DESIRE..

NEVER THINKS HOW MANY ALTARS ARE ON FIRE..

WHAT EVER THAT WAS IT ENDED THAT DAY..

MY CLICHÉ TAUGHT ME HOW RELATIONS ARE TODAY..

WE STAY BUSY FIGHTING EACH OTHER, BEING SCOUNDRELS EVERYDAY..

AND HOW MUCH WE MEAN TO US LEFT UNSAID EVERY TIME EVERYDAY..


- by Usama Naeem