Browsing Category Creatives

“Word-smithing”
Painting with words (poetry)  &  pictures (posters )

Greed

We consume a lot and discard a lot more, a relentless cycle that feeds on nature in myriad ways, to satisfy our greed and grow the economy, only to empty its body and soul, that it has nothing more to offer. A creative take on the phrase  “Hurt? Oh, So, why crib” as a poem titled “Greed”.

Your choice

During the stadium run, when I was walking with Rocky Vikram, he said this has been a bad experience for him, as he was suffering from injury that was making it very hard to walk let alone run. That is when I said “there is no bad or good, it is how you choose to make it, after all no one asked us to run like a zombie in the stadium”.  Here it is expressed creatively…

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stadium run

The weekend before last I did my first 36 hour stadium run. Turned out to be my second 100 miler run (161.5km), the distance curtailed by tendinitis on right knee (it is ok now!).  Stadium runs are special, for they seem to get me to a state of zen many times doing the run. Here is my experience expressed creatively as a poem titled “stadium run”.   

Just ordinary

Osho says being ordinary or average is the most difficult. It happens only when you are mindful, when you in the ‘now’.  When you see the simple ordinary things for what it is, it is indeed extraordinary. I guess Sai Nellore triggered this with his posting of a Osho video today on this. I recollected one of Osho’s lectures that I had listened many many years ago on the same. When I went on my…

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Thank you God for little things

Have you observed the little things every day that you encounter especially when you walk? Have you felt how these little things seem to go all the way to make you calm and happy? It is little things that I observe in my walking, cycling & running that lighten my heart, connect me with the cosmos, gently pauses everything to let my silent creative centre blossom. My experience today as I walked my dog tonight…

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Ardhanareeshwara

During my bicycle night rides as part of training, I see transgenders on the highway beckoning drivers. Every time I see them, despite a moment of titillation, I feel a deep pang for them. Shunned, discarded, they seem to live for others. Here is my creative take on this titled “Ardhanareeshwara”. I commenced this poem a few weeks ago, the muse took a long break, waking up yesterday night. Details on Ardhanareeshwara at http://bit.ly/2K8sUcp