sillycon wordsmith
My tryst with wordsmithing
Yesterday my good friend shared his wonderful experience of spending ten days in absolute silence and quiet as part of Vipassana meditation course. The result – Calm and loving, Observing not reacting, Alert & expansive, his life has reached a new high. While cycling back home from work today evening, the cacophony of honking triggered my muse. It mixed yesterday’s conversation along with today’s poem ‘The bottle’ to come up with ‘Cask’, personifying Whisky.
Sai Nellore in his comment on my previous poem “Luva” suggested <Next you can think of some orange Fanta-like drink from “Lavazza”. But how can you make it “hot”?> and provoked the muse. Here is the response as another one “Orange Soda”. Thank you Sai. If you want to read “male version” of this read the next poem post “Goli Soda”.
Sai Nellore posted a lovely video of the flowing river of lave(Pahoehoe) and asked “Anyone wants to go for a swim”. My muse perked up and I commented on his with a poem. Here is the same as a poem poster titled “Luva”.
My good friend Rajiv who has a lovely Cocker Spaniel befriended a stray and it came to live in his open portico. He named her Honey and whenever we met during our dog walks, she was always prancing away to glory, full of life and zest. One fine day she suddenly left, to heaven. Here is my creative on her as “Honey”.
In the world of superficiality, a genuine smile touches the heart and lightens the soul. Many years ago my long flight from US to Dubai on Emirates turned out be wonderful as the young male attendant in my section had a lovely genuine smile and served us joyfully. We continued to smile at each other many times, I vividly remember this after nearly a decade.
Have you felt that with time, you feel stifled and things slow down? Here it is penned as “Since…” that dissolves this by going inward.
Having come to Bangalore in 1973, when people were gentle and peaceful, I was keen on the centurion #sillyconCity micro-story to be a one on hope, rather than sharp sarcasm. Of course there is gentle sarcasm here, but I guess the overarching philosophy is greater!
Enjoy the double – a gentle uplifting #sillyconCity micro-story and a poem!
Words are wonderful- they can heal, they can hurt, they can pep you up, they can put you down. Yes, and sometimes the quiet silence communicates a lot! Here is a creative on this as “Words”
The weekend before last is when I did my 100KM run at Hennur Bamboo Ultra. Keen on experimenting with the idea that I should be able to get up and run this distance, I did low mileage training with just one run of 43KM a week before the ultra. And it did work. As usual the magic of Hennur trail happened in the cool night. With Armin van Buuren’s “A State of Trance 2019” music belting in my ears, I was in a flow doing a fast paced non-stop walk (~8:30 pace) of 22KMs.
Long trail runs are magical and here it is as “The magic of trail ultra”.
An interesting melange of thoughts, certainly that of a teenager !