a time gone by.....a friendship that stayed

my take on the simon and garfunkel's song...."old friends"



i remember the time we first met,
twas wen we were little,greeted hi !
we hit it off presto n pronto,
became friends,nay hassles nor fret

we'd be different as a mountain and field,
faiths were too,so were the gods
but walls weren't made by us,nor judged
we'd be happy as friends,the others shield

i remember the time we skipped our work,
at once, again, those sheepish smiles,
the punishment even was shared so even,
those times we'd bear them all,grin n smirk

you'd challenge the boundaries of system
i'd examine them system of boundaries
opinions ours were different rather,
we valued each others' and ours by them

i remember them battles,squabbles and fights
against one another,and or other
the beatings we gave and got back in full
them black eyes,sore faces,living daylights

there were times of joy, times of strife
taken in our stride were gorges of doom
we cheered the other and pushed them too
thus was freshness , thus was that life

but time was the nomad and mind became free
we chose our paths different they were,
but the rock that was ours was unweathered
though time grew around us,green was mindtree

then one day i realised so ever late,
that we really had grown apart and into
different moulds and different shoes
paths were no longer the same,nor the fate

you had to fly away, find your fate
an eagles soar, a path of your own
the world was not big enough us to lose
them stars had to be ours,happiness great

years passed we grew in our years
we grew in wisdom, and prosperity
little to complain, little to complete
stuff of legends we art that one hears

suddenly we spotted the other,stared dismay
we saw not prosperity nor wealth
we saw not balding gray nor greying health
we saw childhood friends, world did sway

a wave of joy erupted, ecstasy of old years
years gone by in innocence,in peace
and we became them children again
we shed all inhibition and shed our fears

it was not terribly strange to be old,wizened
for we were not our age, were of the past
once again we laughed like children
once again above this race,life had risen

hobbies are something which we cultivate during years of our complan breakfasts.....[growing up :-|....i know i havent lost that jhakaas sense of humor].parents ,at one point of our lives, did worry about the extra curricular activities which we showed inclination towards.it was noteworthy because they refleced our strengths [communication....leadership kills....] or weaknesses [inability to play as a team member....]....be it sports...public speaking or collecting stamps....hobbies alwyas have been an integral part of growing up....

interestingly i had the most unique of hobbies....

WRITING TRASH..........[and thus disappointing people expectin sonatas and awwsum literary pieces from my pieces].....



i wud like to demonstrate-

theres a website i stumbled upon....it provides lyrics for songs....also translations of popular hindi numbers

my devilish mind cudn't help but check out the translations of the true legend himess bhai's latest jingle which made us jangle...it was unavailable....sheesh wat a disappointment !!!

and thus i decided to act using my true talent....

mind's radio let it play a bit
forgetting sorrow live youa bit
tune some new station
Fultoo attitude you give a bit

broken heart !!! wat happened ????
wat has happened has happened !!


forget by singin some forgotten songs [!!!!!!!!]
as the rhythm changes....hang on it .....

Fultoo attitud.......



broken heart !!! wat happened ????
wat has happened has happened !!


Bhoole bisre geet ga ke bhool ja
Badala jo rhythm uspe jhool ja


forget by singin some forgotten songs [!!!!!!!!]
as the rhythm changes....hang on it .....

wat shall happen or not happen.....
leave it on the one above
today in that now live your life a bit....
you have the support of the voice of the sky [yessss.....its real !!]

stop crying on wat u got or did not get.....
did not get.....

ur band as it played openly together sing.......
pain becomes medicine is lifes fundamental....










i have bloggers block.....

the agony so sweet

well....i haven't written for some time now.....i have been suffering my friends....an affliction that sweeps the ground beneath our feet....the agony is sweet.....yet the pain is indescribable.....i could only pen my feelings.....[or type it if u please....]

She calls out my name, sweetly does smile

I'm floored, amazed, a child without a guile !!

She holds her hand out for me to hold

teases me, puts it back,knows I'm not bold....

Giggles, laughs in peals, can mirth be sweeter ?

I laugh along, my match I have met in her

She'll be mine someday, myself I console

Sitting bull cannot move that totem pole !!

She is brighter than brightest of all sunshine....

Her warmth soothes more than that moonshine....

She maybe delicate than the softest of flowers

but shes stronger than them divine powers

I see that word that I'd cling my dear life onto

Slips away from my hands !! water not clenching onto

I see two eyes, two pools of love, they shine

Close them....and flies away life, sanity of mine

That delicate gaze pierces like arrow my armor

Leaving me none, neither victory nor fervor

I dare th not lie, for her heart is all that I want

She knows mine beats for her, rejection forever haunt

You wonder in amazement, secret in your glee

In love with a wonder is dear old ZANY !!!!!

The answer my friend lies in these eyes......

ZaNy shall once again give a surprise !!!!

A maiden is not of whom I speak of so....

I laugh watery eyes, roll over and bo.....[bow !!! if u may]

I now break the mundane, unravel the mystery

Whom I romance is herself....LADY POETRY !!!!

Love my friend is a disease ever so sweet

Disease I suffer has crumbled my feet....

WHAT I RELATE NEXT SHALL SURELY SHOCK

ZaNy is actually suffering from BLOGGER'S BLOCK !!!!!!!!

sitting bull can't move a totem pole !!!! seriously.........

......thus spake zany......thus maddened zany......thus guffawed zany............