O Sindh ja pyara

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Sirf bundle paisa na kam inde

Duniya suran mein na saath dinde

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Ach ta kamayun karma sajha

Ach ta golyun jiyan ji wajha

Ach ta gadji Mela lagayun

Ach ta gadji Sindhi sadayun

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Dihan katun asan AC mein

Rasta bhajun asan gaadin mein

Maani khaun wade hotelan mein

Ghumun abroad moklan mein

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Ach ta kamayun karma sajha

Ach ta golyun jiyan ji wajha

Ach ta mili Sindhyat wadhayun

Ach ta Chander ja Geet gaayun

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Subu uthun - na kadee Yog kayun

Nasto khayi kamate bhaji vanyun

Ghar phone karan jo na koi time huje

Mitt-Maaitan jo na koi khayal suje

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Ach ta kamayun karma sajha

Ach ta golyun jiyan ji wajha

Ach ta Sindhi Boli bachayun

Ach ta Behraane akho chadayun

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Dihan na visarjein Viranghe jaa

Kaatil haiwaanan kehke na chhadayun

Daadi Amma Behnaroon Bacha

Izzat warso - samaho Sindh kare raddyun

O Sindh ja pyara

Akhin ja taara

Ach ta pehenjo warso bachayun

Ach ta pahinji izzat paayun

Ach ta mili SindhuDesh thayun

Ach ta haiwaniyat khe mitayun

Tuhinjo Desh Muhinjo Desh

SindhuDesh - SindhuDesh 🚩

SindhuDesh asaanji Shaan

Akhand Bharat Hindustan 🚩

Are we #Connected?

On a Day we Accomplish – a much awaited Dream,
On a Day we Party hard – not hearing our own Scream;
On a Day we Need someone – to just hold our Hand,
On a Day we wait on the Shore – washing away gets the Sand…

Do we crave for Love or for the Abundant Likes,
Do we Adore people only with Tattoos & Spikes;
Do we know to Speak – if not how to Tweet,
Do we know to be Kind – if not to look Sweet…

On a Day she Accepts to Marry,
On a Day Together we see a movie Scary;
On a Day we miserably Fail,
On a Day we see a cute small Snail…

Do we capture the Moment – even without a Cam,
Do we look Around – or are busy clearing tablet’s RAM;
Do we crave for a Hug – or prefer going Offline under the Rug,
Do we taste the Coffee – or stare at the Selfie stuck on the Mug…

It’s Time we get off our Eyes – Out our Phone,
It’s Time we Laugh Now – than to later Moan;
It’s Time we Respect the Human – behind the Username,
It’s Time We Start Living – before running Out of Lives in this very #DigitalGame…

Let’s Be Positive !

Being Positive – Is a dream for Many,
Quite more than a Penny;
Can never be attained by – drowning in a glass of Feni,
Neither can be borrowed from a close friend Any…

It is a Way of Life,
With or without having a Gf or Wife;
Which makes us see through the glasses Tainted,
Enables us to see even a cracked wall – as delicately Painted…

It is like an elevated Line of Metro,
Railing above the traffic & gazing Retro;
Untouched by the rushing – hawking Street,
Making you reach on time – for that very special Treat…

It is like a glimpse of Light,
When nothing is seen On-site;
Which makes you avoid the wrong from Right,
Which brushes off the dark – smudging each patch as White…

It is like that grain of Wheat,
Which you crush & Beat;
After it reaches you surviving the scorching Heat,
Still nourishes you within each bite you Eat…

Let’s recognize the value of thoughts so Wise,
Let’s refine it off the scatter & Flies;
Let’s think about the sun – hiding behind the blanket of Cloud,
Let’s hear our conscience – while we stand among the people so Loud…

The Way we Think,
Determines whether we Float or Sink;
The Way we See,
Determines What will we Be !

We Should !
We Need To !
We Will !
We Want To – Change ! – Let’s Be Positive !

Bleeding Truth

13th March was my birthday,
Had to choose a different way;
Decided to keep all priorities at bay,
& reach uphill Jeevdani Temple before yawns the morning ray…

Jumped off the bed at three,
Leaving alone my lazy routines free;
Let my sleepy eyes step out the door,
Reached the destination sharp at four…

Seeing the huge gates shut,
Was quite astonished but;
Looking at people waiting – sleeping at the door,
Again gazing at the majestic closed door;
Stepped to a man in blue,
Asking if he had any clue;
As to when will the gates unlock?
It was already four O’clock…

“Now” he replied,
My eyes glorified;
The screeching sound of the opening gate,
Ready to climb up ending up the wait…

Stepping up my foot ahead,
Not alone was I, sought of a group I led;
Dogs barking with joy,
Started playing without a toy…

Carrying a pumping heart,
Holding myself from falling apart;
Reaching up the divine,
Waiting at the shrine;
Wrapping up the curtain,
Relieving the uncertain;
Goddess Jeevdani lends us a sight,
Before flows down the gushing sunlight…

Instruments started to play,
As if the clouds were to dance;
Chants around the world,
Dipped in honey was every stance…

Praising loud the almighty,
A group of boys dragged along a goat;
Deafening cheer surrounded the hall room,
A sight difficult for me to note…

They came tearing away the crowd through,
Were given a passage even though the audience grew;
Masked murderers they seemed to be,
Greetings & Respect they got was surprising to see…

The goat with the group went to take blessings ahead,
My eyes were expecting a stain splash off bleeding red;
But the sight was not sought at the very site,
When I asked about it to a man in white;
The sacrifice was to be made down the hill,
Blank was I to hear it and stood still…

Are we so not a Man,
To believe in what we Can;
By killing others to Gain,
Being untouched by the Pain…

It’s time we Realize,
To learn to Sacrifice;
Not someone else’s blood will colour our Life,
We need to put ourselves under the so called “Knife”…

Are we ready to Bleed?