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

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