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............

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.......