Poems and Stories

  This is a poetic representation of the Battle of Pavan Khind , based on the Wikipedia accounts of a glorious war between the Marathas and the Adil Shahi forces.  The library of history Beholds many tales, Of the brave warriors And gallant generals. Who had challenged All the numeric odds, And had crushed enemies With their blazing swords. Such a war has soaked History's pages with blood, Has triggered sentiments Unstoppable as flood. But over all they had shown With sheer strike of zeal, How to rewrite facts And turn impossible deals. Often we had heard of The Spartans' last stand, Who fought against some tons With just 300 grand. But in Kolhapur There were Spartans of my land , Whom time has lost And are no talk of brand. The day was of monsoon On the 13th of July, When the Chhatrapati summoned With his roaring battle cry. "If we don't act now It will be too late, And the Adil Shahis won't Block the escape gate." Baji Prabhu, his general Suggested an escape...

  This piece of art is based on the Wikipedia accounts on the drunken brawl between Alexander the Great and his friend and General, Cleitus. Its a poetic representation on the perils of anger. Some words used in this are completely poetic and may not have a dictionary meaning, but are used to emphasize the feel. In the great wars, that I had fought I had penned down many tales, Of undaunted spirits, of strategies I used And of those gallantious males. Out of the borders of Macedonia Along the borders of Egypt, But none before had made an impact Which today in my almanack I script. In the grand battle of Granicus As I was cutting down the foes, I hadn't noticed but one uncouth Had prepared his axe for bows. My mighty sword got stuck in the armour Of one of the people I killed, To drag it out was a painful task So deep under skin it had drilled. So much engrossed was I in that I forgot to look around, Some axe man of Barbarian creed Had my back, unsecured found. That would have been...

  Programming is a beautiful art, powerful and smart But without the correct syntax, its as good as dirt. Capable to solve a hundred problems, fail with one bug A dark patch on the wealth of effort, breached by petty thug. And as per the big brains of religion and quantum Who find resemblance in all parts, The maker of the symmetry has made it asymmetric Polluted by thousands of bugs. The biggest of all is Politics for sure The problem of a hundred solutions, The device enough to break all tandem The reason behind all delusions. And this spreads fast, faster and fastest Perhaps travels even before light, The device enough to break all tandem The reason to make the peaceful, fight. Next in line, comes Religion of course Sharing its boundaries with sentiments, Made with the cause to reduce sufferings Yet damages as fire on the tents. Well, this is not the fault of the Gods Whom the humans have made their Prefect, Its just a tendency to use the prize to sting Popularly called the Cobr...

  One afternoon, as I passed through Queen's Way I could see two old pals, gossiping at bay, Standing along the Race-course grounds Chatting as if they had a friendship profound. The tram said, "Do you know our routes are all curbed Just 2 routes to go and purpose served, One starts from Shyambazar and ends in Esplanade The other plies to Gariahat, rest all dead." The taxi replied, "Oh that's so sad You are a veteran, not so bad, Although I heard that its no different for me Perhaps some day, even I would lose the need. A tap on a smartphone, fetches a flock of cars Just put the location and travel moon to mars, No need to wait for long or stop a running van Bid for a price that suits and travel as much you can." Listening to this tram said, "The same might be for me They said I was so sluggish that I was a wasted breed, Drawn by horses then and dragged by current now Perhaps it high time to break Victorian vows. Or perhaps I have grown to old, as all m...