sillycon wordsmith
“Word-smithing”
Painting with words (poetry) & pictures (posters )
Eight hundred kilometres of cycling non stop Feeling right on top Hamstring supple and energetic Fully (re)charged up, the pace frenetic The wheels a blur, the legs in clear unison Two while lines the highway, reflected of the swath Really a small puddle of light Bright enough not to befuddle The world all black except a little circle of light On a brilliant and silent night A sea of calm In a world of fright…
Legs pounding on the road Music thumping in the ears Gait in harmony with the beat The wintry chill just right The lazy sun extinguishing the night The fog evaporating to a golden glow The radiance seeps into me Warming me gently Filling me with love Uneven terrain makes me dance Chaotic traffic makes me prance Nothing bothers me, am in a state of trance For as long as I run Under the warm winter…
The clock Round I may be, but I really go aroundThree needles on my faceKeep me active and running At a steady pace, never a tired face One half in light, the other at nightEasy to sight, need to be always right Tick tock tick tock, periodically DING DONG DING DONG, sporadically Small enough to cause an alarmLoud enough to wake up townBut I mean no harm Though in response people frown Even when wound…
No to cell phone usageAt petrol bunk due to fire hazardIgnites when talking to your flame? (Petrol bunk(aka Gas station) in India disallow usage of cell phones)
Four steel bladesReady to cut from all directions,Clean air.
a tiny slit throughdense foliage at break of dawn,a cherubic pink glow
Business long yearsNow blunted and stagnated-Poetry sharpens.
bare tree straggly branchesbursting with purple flowers-a dendritic network
Foggy day, bike badly bentCar on road side, dead man insideIdiots pay, with life expired
Cashless, powerless the last few hoursIn darkness I sit, Vardah blowing hardWent my worries, Peace, Peace.