them white lands

i leave this one for any interpretation [facepalm ! you megalomaniac !]


Run father run ! them landed arrive run
Your old legs wither'd, but they kill if fun !
They be the blessed children of the light
We are but the lowly lives of this night

Our women are theirs, these lands they own
We till for gold, till theirs, for pennies shown
Our voice is just a blow, scream to wear gallows !
We are but lowly, now the dreams are shallow

Run father run ! they have taken a sister
While we fled, could we have missd her ?
Put down your sickle ! I beg you to bow
Attack not them fair, mercy they shan't show

But thence rose the old man, eyes a bloody river
He wouldn't save his child, His, He'd give her
Upon seeing the old farmer, woke men, nay fled
Sickles rose, heads fell and them white lands bled

deliverance

From those chains that bind me
From the burdens that grind me
From those swords meant to kill
Save me mother ! save my will

From brothers who now are not
From neighbors I always fought
From a name that divided us all
Catch me mother ! break my fall

From thoughts that creep the earth
From ideas reared in mud and dirt
From elders who'll push me away
Lead me mother ! show me a way

From kings who'll walk not bare
From teachers who aren't aware
From trees which bears no leaf
Shade me mother ! shade my grief

the new road

tis a new day today,  this day that is now, that is this morn
tis a new world i behold, a day when none seem forlorn
this breeze that blows over, pushing a new awake soul
is a new being too, who bears with him promises whole


i take a new road now, the open highway, not of a city
not of a country, not of a race, the long path with no pity
there are no avenues here, no destinations, no crossroads
i am no hitchhiker, my chariot rages and bears all loads


i carry no chains from my past, i paint no pictures alike
i have burned the cloaks that shrouded me, stabbed a pike
for this journey can carry none that is grey, none that rust
for those horses rage only but ahead, level roads, raise dust


this road accepts me, for who i am, for what i shall be
she cares not of my triumphs, she reminds not my defeats
this road is my companion true, she does not end her stay
this road points only in a direction one, thats ahead and away

true love

i found a dream,and she became my first love
for i saw in her eyes surely a sheen, life pristine
she sang me, the best man, first among all
that i was to lead us to places big, do things tall


her eyes but pools of gold, she, lovelier than a gem spake
"tis your kingdom, yours to take, destiny yours to make"
there is no better than you, no powerful than you
those fields shan't die, azure always the great sky


alas ! she was but a thought of beauty, a wish of the blind
what you dare not heed, nightmares your reality, your need
that maiden broke down, and her eyes bled for a day
blood, that burned my flesh, my shadow lost my way


I bled in my kingdom, my subjects chose me to mock
the ones i led to battle, my friends, stab me for my end
and my crown,  thorns it'd become, my throne turned mud
the mighty king of yore washed the dirt, rinsed with blood


I found a nightmare and she became my true love
her eyes were mirrors too, they shone like diamonds true
what i beheld now in her, was me, beauty, truest and bold
a man, cut by battle, scarred by his enemies searing sword


but that man shall wince no more, nor bend knees for mercy
that man has a smile that knows all, he swims waves tall
for he wont be wounded dearly again, nor shall pray to pain
that man shines, a herald of peace, he'll be emperor again

the battle in grey

the Kalashnikov clutched at the chest, in an embrace, not of love
we march on through those forests deep, our duty we shall keep
the earth could have been perfumed another day, beautiful, the dove
but today's the day we rhyme none with beauty, nor shall we sleep


today's when enemies from across, wandered, nay innocent, into ours
they are like us, strangers to this twilight, ours for truth not from fright
what do you know soldier ? cries my leader, my voice, my powers
nothing but the mother ! my land ! roar we, the children of light


the forest passes, civilization I see, city folk who claim they known
they, of the soft eyes and grey wisdom; they who speak of liberty
they, who talk freedom but are knaves to their chains in the earth sown
they, whose faith is not in our mother, we protect as brothers free


our march they laugh at, all is well fools, where do ye rush to ?
your wars shamed us ever, proud of your oppression we be never
shelter you may have, away from our culture that we hold true
humanity be ours say them, but their leaders divide them forever !!


their liege walks humbly, wearing masks, wearing the purity of white
our captain is the man by our side whose chest is broadened with pride,
but the latter is the son who shall remain true, patriotism his blood ignites
that man who speaks bold, his greed leaves his man but only divide


night falls, we camp away from the city, as they did desire
we stand guard, haunted, we search for life that is unwanted
an eerie calm falls, but the soldiers guard the two separate fire
steady, but careful, we let the guard down, no enemy has grunted

the night now fights the break of the day, i wake from the daze
for i hear at the mile, a child screams, death dries up the great nile
we run for the screams morph and flames now erupt like a maze
the enemies strike first, blood lust drowns peace, death creeps while


a massacre we behold ! blood washes the temple of the golden age
blood everywhere we see, blood on streets, blood that of humanity be
blood and fire, blood and smoke, the stench of blood, red as the rage
and the scream of fear ! women, children and the wizened doth flee


the men are being slaughtered, like those at an altar of the barbaric
and a battle begins as our embrace no longer is, we draw our guns fore
and we fight their dance of the death, we give back in full nay trick
this be no war, for their weapon is the seed of fear, what we abhor


my captain leads us like a lion, whilst we watch him and protect his
a mask comes from the back, wielding but a shiny blade he attacks
my weapon is drawn and i point his heart, my aim never does miss
the terror has fallen, and the city is free, but something is amiss


i unmask the one i call a coward, who fights the weak and ravages them
and my heart does bleed, has our bravery been blind to thus mislead ?
the one who i slain is no warrior, but only a boy, a stone not a gem !
seventeen i say he would age now, is my bravery but a misdeed ?


into depths of guilt and misery my conscience falls, i am the killer of a son
i killed a boy, not knowing what be pleasures, driven by lies, and treasure
a treasure to feed the one he loves, who be burdened by poverty's run
i killed him ! i am now the sinner of his mother, i am a sinner sans measure


my leader, scarred for long by battles plenty takes my side and a corner
he looks steely in my eyes and tells me a tale he states them truthful lies
he says unto me, be now a soldier, a son of this soil, be not a mourner
you have done unto the land what shall take yours a heavenly rise


for today, you saved a city, a culture which maybe flawed, bereft of order
for today, you saved a child from destitution, from a flawed institution
for today you saved a wife from a widow, a mother from murder,
and a father from lifting his child's dead coffin, from which nay restitution


countries are at fault, civilizations and cultures not, nations are nay strong
much like the leader of this city which you save, he be but a twisted knave
yes our enemies are no different than we, their paths are misled, maybe wrong
but when the sun sets, do your bidding ever, to your duty become a slave

of temptations.......

Those eyes, magnificent they are, free like the skies
Captivated, I drew close, maddened and overjoyed,
The prisoner, who escapes and sights motherland....
The silver arrows, rushing to the earth from gray bows....

Those eyes, pools of love, set fire to bare ice
Keep me warm, keep me loved, slightest the gaze
I ask of it its sculpture in stone, living forever,
etched in all hearts, on a pedestal deified

Those eyes, sad they can be, tears but dries
Have i hurt them so ? Am i loved  no more ?
Deep though they are, gray they now be
Like the moon that is luminous but cold in its ease........

Those eyes, they betray, a poison, a sea of lies !
They are two rings of cold fire, a broken lyre
A mermaids song they hummed so sweet,
And left my being, my soul so incomplete.......

A monsoon wedding........

 Weddings have always been among my favorite occasions to attend. The hustle-bustle in weddings starts eons before the actual month of the ceremony. It's fair to say that these occasions are more festive than are official festivals [!!!]....


My bro Aditya is gettin married this June.....somebody who is the epitome of an older brother....calm.... composed.....knowledgeable.....extremely intelligent.....very fraandliee.......and armed with a smile that can evaporate anger like ethyl alcohol left open in a bottle......something thats kinda....unimaginable for us, the pesky younger lot.....for we shall alwys know him only as a dada.......a dude......[a duda is not acceptable].....

Here's my tribute to my dada and my bowdi......whom i greet with my zany smile......[remeber....I'm the all important pesky bratty brother in law....I'm very important]

here we go....another painful poetry that blows my head away



Come my friends,lend ears, hear my call
Grace this occasion, come one and all.
For two lives shall now be lived one...
Heavens shower n bless em both, chariots of sun


Raindrops shall pat the earth, a musical hum
We'll wring in all freshness, the joy We'll sum
The land of wisdom does call us close
Celebration of two lives does bind us close

The bride blushes red n deep as the rose bloom
For she knows her heart,bonded yet,soars o'er the moon
Bonded to a man who shall treasure her above all,
Who shall keep sacred her happiness, however small


Come my friends, loudly let us lend cheer
For theres no good time nor place than here
The elders shall bless them good health, 
a good life of happiness and everlasting health

The times, they said they are to change,
A generation shall pass values, roles , their range
But ideals have always been held aloft,
a crown and bonds have been the jewels craft

Come my friends, let us now celebrate
A relation that wast etched on stone, in fate
Them couple has a heart thats bigger than the sea
Let us celebrate together ADITYA and RIMI

khaali thoughts

well....tis my birthday today [dhan ta nan !!!!.....go on....celebrate....ur future king is happy today.....]....and when the clock struck two or sumthing like that.......[coz at twelve.......i got a thrashing at the hands of my dear dostaa....read beer-ritz-deep.....and pv called from mumbai....atop the water tank...from where he roars MUMBAI KA KING KAUN ??!!....but thats not the point......ur getting diverted].........yeah when the clock struck two....i realised that i was incapable of sleeping at all today.......

was i turning cherubic and exuberant like a child on his/her birthday ??? was it retrogressive metamorphosis then ??

[believe me i think much deeper......today was an off day....]

slowly as sleep did get seduced i realised that i was in a situation which cannot be described....a situation where the mind drowns all that is worldy and inane.......and poetry is created....

[dhan te nan !!!!!!!!!!]

todays the day i'd live all my life in,

todays the day i see no strife in...

im a new man today, a year older

none the wiser, happy birthday ZANY....

today i'm a man of ocean wisdom

today i live and rule in a just kingdom

angels and demons sing of truth alike

all fear shall be killed, mind's pike

i'm a new man today, a year older

none the wiser, happy birthday ZANY...

birth shall not decide u of a purer bod

i shall not be the child of a lesser god..

what is pure shall not be held aloft white,

the black shall not be deceitful,trifle or trite

i'm a new man today, a year older

none the wiser, happy birthday ZANY...

ideals and principles shall lofty again,

truthful shall seek truth no gain,

the tinkling of gold shall not move me fast

my honour in paper rolls shall not be cast

i'm a new man today, a year older

none the wiser, happy birthday ZANY...

where perfection shall be truth, also my dreams will

where fear shall be of fear itself, none other nil

hardwork shall be the only weapon, reason the shield

golden shall be that crop of the earthy golden field

my heart shall cry out then....

shed tears of joy......crying.......

i'm a new man today, a year older

none the wiser, happy birthday ZANY...

--so said ZaNy--

ZaNy n the crank caller....nono crank texter......

there are moments in life where you marvel at the progress the human kind has made intellectually.....in the last thirty years we have witnessed a paradigm shift from the print to the electronic....from the written to the typed....to the texted....

but for every PROgress there is a CONgress.....[he he....naughty...].....for every peak there is a valley......and technology also has its downside....specially when the wielder of the instruments lags.....in the division of grey matter.....

now i respect lovers....considering that they [most of them] move against the norms of a PRUDENT society....and follow the path where their heart drives them...but what confuses me is the lack of direction and sense.the youthful who want loving and cannot get enough of it should channel their energies positively.

only the day before i received a text message from an unknown number...it was a pretty gud line....but the direction was wrong....it wud have interested a girl......it went like

" everything's beautiful when u r here,

when ur not theres nothing but fear...

come to me oh dear one of mine....

and the life will pass on all too fine...."

[a bad version of "tum ho toh " from rock on ! dont u think ???]

my inward reaction was similar to yours dear reader......confused and irritated at the same time....

my reply was,"dats fine...but who the hell are you ???"

pat came a text,"i wanna make frndshp wid you.....my frnd gave me ths number....i heard u are v.beautiful..."

that was the final straw...and i decided ZaNy just gotta take this situation over

[texting]

ZaNy: ok buddy.u gt wrng idea.u lukn fr a gurlfrds my guess.u barkn up wrng tree.im ZaNy

THE PEST: all gals avoid like ths by telln wrng name.dnt wry my names salim.im frm hyd.i study in XXX engg coll.3rd yr.

ZaNY: oi !! gender confused.....i aint whom ur lukn for.

dat pest was insistd and sent another hindi song-poem thing.....and sent ZaNy barking with rage.....

ZaNy's reply-

"lead me to the rock that is higher than I,

show me the bird that flies higher than the sky...

in agony and pain thrashed out the robin so red ....

this is ZaNy texting,understand u numbhead ??!!

take me to the king of utopia, for i hear

even in his prosperity, lives a daming fear

my question arises from not self doubt....

this is ZaNy texting, try to get it u lout !!!!!"

next text reply from the pest :

"Im sry yaar....I apolgs......I guess d guy who promsd me a galfrnd jst gav me sm randm numbr........btw....i did not undrstnd a singl word wat u said....sry agn

tc cya"

and the poet won without a sword.......

happy birthday ritz......ZaNy style.........

29th august was ritesh's[...ritz.....] birthday......and though i could not get back on tym to give him a proper treat a la new men's hostel-2 ,kakatiya medical college, warangal
[where they kinda kick ur butt silly until u roll over n cry like a wuss on ur"happy" birthday.....tis kinda barbaric.....but rather fun for the kicker...cuz the kicker can let out his year old frustration on the kicked in a moment of legitimate madness.... ]
.......i did ZaNy him wid mah ZaNy smses......

now ritz is a guy wid a sense of humor......and dats the reason why i've unabashedly sent him those worthless pieces of literature.....

pls dont try this on ur frndz......


"When the sun shines today,it'll shine for you
Today cows n bulls shall call for you MOOOOOOO.....

Kaiku bole toh aaj din hai aisa,
Ek bottle khushboodaar ittar jaisa

Aaj din hai suhana par pehli taareeq nahi,
Aaj hai 29th august....bhool gaye kahin?

Ritz,ur birthday today is a day most special
Like eating biryanis a pleasure not a hassle

My feelings are true but the poem's a farce
The next rhyming word is the gaali ar_e

So gutargu gutargu chali teri scooter
Jiske engine me tha ek kabootar

Kabootar said ishq samandar dil ke andar
YE SHAYARI PADHNA BAND KAR B4 UR SANITY IT DOES PLUNDER !!!!!!"





this was sent at 0000 hrs.....


the next day ritz replied with a ZaNy poem of his own........and wanted some more kabootar in scooter poems.....but im no ghalib.....im zaleel......



"Iss zaleel shayar ku karo maaf
Basically dimaag hai saaf

Ab nikalegi only galeez limericks
Jise main kehta hoo 'zanyricks'

Engine me kal tha kabootar aaj hai haathi
Today no poems my dear saathi

Suraj nikale from direction EAST
Sunny D's hand weighs dhaai kilos at least !!

Kal tha ghalib aaj mat rakh any aasha.....
So jaa warna chadegi ZaNyrick se nashaa...."





sent at 0005 hrs next day........





Ritz my mahn....u raaak.....just like the raaaak of gibraltar.....i salute ur sense of humour and forbearance.......coz the readers of this post certainly have turned ape......




-thus spake ZaNy-

the battle of the lecture field.........

Gently and lightly he enters the hall
which masquerades a battle field...
Suddenly silence on the "warriors" fall
like an unholy soul suddenly healed....

He enters with his weapons of battle,
assured of victory or place in heaven
He looks at the sea of non stop tattle,
raises his hand like Zeus' power given

He drones away like a workman's saw,
sawing away at our mind
His tone observes the Constancy Law
sparing none,benches, front or hind !!

He speaks on topics varied and wide,
opines on those unheard and uncared
He romances his subject, a horse carriage ride,
like young love that is dared !!

His lectures render sharks still,
tranquilize even a rampaging bull
His demeanor's a narcotic pill
His voices' of anaesthesias full

Keeping his promise of nonstop speech
he speaks like an economist inspired
To a halt our brains screech....
to a death-like fate we resign tired !!

Woe betide us ! We look skywards,
promise the one above of visits to shrines
"Thou art tested child !" came the voice downwards
"He who conquers mountains rises above pines !!!"

There we sat in the hall-field
searching for rhyme for spring season
It pierced us like a lightning on a shield
few minutes to ATTENDANCE was the reason !!

Alas ! life plays its own jokes
when we woke from the unearthly sleep
ATTENDANCE was over, missed by many blokes
From underneath the ground did sweep......

Sleep, I declare, is a weapon potent,
Of professors and parliamentarians alike
Neither knowledge nor policies bent
Can save us from the attack so "psych" !

the song of the bad poet......

Indeed....the title is true to the content this time...what i write here is in my opinion one of the worst poems ever written....by the ZaNiEsT of them all [confirmed by a search engine better than google..........the mirror on the wall !!!]




DISCLAIMER: meant only to bug n irritate....and perhaps bring a smile.....
I'm not responsible for ur side effects.......






I'm not a person whose moods seasons like change,
I'm cheerful, zealous, unplanned and strange....

But then every now and then I do feel strangely "poetic",
Being the terrible poet always end up making up a LIMERIC

I'm a bad poet,a pariah, a person facing odium of legend...
Of dogmatic, of "liberalists" and of those hath transcend....

And so my friends, listen i do, to songs,poems and verses
Of legends who give wings to pigs and kiss frogs with curses


I use poetic liberties like communists use the red....
Quatrains don't come to me like loopholes come to a lawyer's head.....

I fail miserably when i attempt ballads that speaketh of lady love...
My style earns none for me, it collects only vegetables for the stove !!

Even plagiarizing does not seem to impact my critics who bet.....
The copied are worse than thou....success even here you've not met !!

Their screams and wails shatter glasses and shudder a strong mind....
My readers art goners I declare, for my works are not lemons only rind

Ladies and gentlemen i do confess, I'm a bad poet a terrible one...
But I'm confounded with one thought still ragging about like a pun.....

How did thou o wise reader manage to read down till here....
This poem's a sham and at your plight i grin ear to ear !!!!!!!!