allah walo-ram walo

Preparing for my examination, when felt turn off I just plugged in my earphones and started listening some music as I do often (I hate study and specially when concerned with cramming).This song swayed me to listen it 3-4 times repeatedly.

Distracted mentally by current horrible and shocking mass activities happened around my city and in some parts of north India, this song shows what a common man who even cant have time for himself want to say all forces who work for destruction of our secular country.

Song is in the voice of well known Punjabi singer Gurdas Mann from his very popular album Punjeeri.

Allah Walo, Ram Walo
aapne Mazhab ko
siyasat se bacha lo
Mandir Masjid kabhi
fursat main bana laina
jo nafrat se toote hain
woh ghar to bana lo
Allah Walo, Ram Walo
aapne Mazhab ko
siyasat se bacha lo...
Beej nafrat ke khaito main ugane walo
kaatne khudh hi parain ge eh zamane walo
Allah Walo, Ram Walo
aapne Mazhab ko
siyasat se bacha lo

Bachke rehna oh lakri ka aashiyane walo
khudh bi jall sakte ho auro ko jalane walo
Allah Walo, Ram Walo
aapne Mazhab ko
siyasat se bacha lo

aapne ghar ke chatt ko
tum bacha ke rakhna
jo parosi ki deewar ko girane walo
Allah Walo, Ram Walo
aapne Mazhab ko
siyasat se bacha lo

Ek rehne do shaheedo ka tiranga jhanda
rooz naye jhande main dande ko
phasane walo
Allah Walo, Ram Walo
aapne Mazhab ko siyasat se bacha lo
aapne Mazhab ko siyasat se bacha lo
aapne Mazhab ko siyasat se bacha lo

storm repriced

Wearing out my old clothes

Here I am trying the new
Wading into my on spirit
I am turning up new paths


My shadow is no more here
I can feel dark in the sky
Till sky is waiting new son
Let me work up to shine

Everyone is unbelievable
Truth is still under grave
Lies lies every where
World is abounded with masks

Yielding to my own heart
I am now following myself
Winking at my fellows
I am turning against odds

Still putting out my self
Still going on pebbles
Looking out new sins
Going over my ancient times

Animal spirit inside me now
At daggers drawn with my days
Here I am once again
Turning aside my old ways

With veins filled with arctic blood
With arms holding reloaded guns
Here I am the freely falling god
Standing against merciless gazes

Aghast on my strong strength
Lines of fate are under shock
Living to get death on fresh day
I am deceitful more than them

Storms are whiling away time
By standing against my power
They still want to see means
More destructive than them

So called winners are near line
not knowing who is holding power
Kissing their girls more bitterly
Here I am again gaining control