My tryst with wordsmithing
During a fast paced night ride as prep for LEL on Old Madras Road, the moon and cloud were in a sensuous embrace, a lovely spectacle to watch on the wee hours of Saturday. After a few minutes, they became conscious of us and hid quickly in the expansive dark sky.
My experience doing my 400km overnight ride from Bangalore to Chitradurga and back. Note that Chitradurga is on a hill, and has a bunch of windmills.
What are the emotions running through my my head during a morning run. Here is a creative take on this. when i run no pre-planned route like earthworms slithering route forms inside head legs follows and run love when beats in ears cosmic energy inside head legs bounces and run wow eyes narrow channeling emptiness inside head legs springs and run laugh dog tries chasing rush inside head legs dance and run angry driver near…
Recently a judge in Indian high court comments to media reporters: “The peacock is a lifelong celibate. It does not have sex with peahen. The peahen gives birth after it gets impregnated with the tears of the peacock. A peacock or a peahen is then born.” And I thought I knew biology! Inspired by the new age biology, here is my twist on this! The esteemed judge said: Peacock uses it only to pee. Curious…
Recently in an esteemed educational institution in India, a beef party (eating beef) was held that turned into a fisticuff between students due to violation of religious sentiments, this was politicised and sensationalised by the media. This created a furore requiring the director of institution to step up and contain the situation. Here is is a limerick on this, as a statement from the director of the esteemed institution, purely is figment of my imagination,…
Months ago, the govt of India embarked on a bold program of demonetisation of Rs 500/100 notes overnight. It was expected to be a program to stem corruption and leapfrog growth. Feelings were mixed and still challenged now. I am no economist nor a serious analyst, have been inspired by this event to explore creatively the ‘mono rhyme’ style of poetic expression. “Achhe din” in Hindi language means “Good days”] Months ago there was lot…
My musings over the beautiful wet ride (cycling) yesterday evening from work. God after a busy day of playing dice sat on his couch with snacks on the tray and heavenly vice, shoulders lazily slouched. Fingers on lamp switch continuously twitch on off, on off. The light flickers, lightening streaks visible on earth. Snack stuck in throat a cough so guttural, gushing liquid visceral a big thunder clap a sudden cloudburst. God closes his eyes…
During my morning run I notice her Fresh jasmine garland on plaited hair gentle fragrance wafts Colourful glass bangles on both hands soft tinkling ripples Peace and contentment on her face quiet calm radiates she goes about her work mindfully collecting garbage from each house ’tis another day of collecting garbage from each house emptying each into her push cart mindfully she does In the world of rotting waste broken items dirty stuff She is…
For Poetry contest on the word “Hospital” , poem to be exactly 50 words https://allpoetry.com/contest/2684570-Hospital In the basement lifeless bodies in honeycomb shelves calmly waiting to be buried. On the top floor tiny ones in warm sacs eagerly pushing for their first breath. In between young and old in clean beds biding their time to go home. Circle of life in Rectangular building “The Hospital”.
A friend of mine passed away in a cycling accident in the mountains with the family in the car behind witnessing this. A beautiful dawn unfolds in the hills Weather so cool soothing the head Sun very gentle warming the heart Air mildly misty caressing the body Just right for a morning ride Off I went clad in Lycra Up the inclines across the bends Rhythmic rotations Wispy exhales Gentle breeze Swaying tree Mind free…