How do I feel with the rapidly changing times? Distressed and tired, I think. A creative take on ‘earlier and now’ as a poem titled “Beyond the cloud, into heaven”.
280 army
Everything is #digital today. Today’s war is digital too, fought in an open platform, in the cloud, with an army of 280 characters. A creative on the Twitterati wars as “280 army”.
Truth hurts
“farmers huddle on streets
to protect themselves from cold centre
celebrities huddle over tweets
to protect the cold centre
a singer twittered
and many embittered
well, truth hurts
how long will we skirt?
#sillyconfeelings (103)
#FarmersProtest”
Didaskaleinophobia.
“Parents now have didaskaleinophobia, children may have it once Covid 19 eases and school reopens.
(Didaskaleinophobia = Fear of going to school)
#sillyconfeelings (102)”
Observations
“Why do you run round and round?
Why do you pound just to get browned?
Let me tell you, it is more than a run,
it is the sheer pleasure of observation.”
Bangalore Stadium Run 2021 captured in this creative “Observations ”. I bet you can spot some of the runners in this poem.
Delivery
“She delivered, India delivered. Passion, labour and grit. I meant India lifting the trophy at Gabba, well it applies to the little one too.
#sillyconfeelings (101)”
The new achievement
“Now the in thing to boast on social media is about jab on the hand, not a bottle in the hand. “I-took-the-vaccine-smile-with-hands-pumped-up” . Watta achievement, no 🙂 . A shot of #covid19 #vaccine, just half ml.
#sillyconfeelings (100)”
Gold
To a special cyclist who became SR in life (He crossed 200, 300, 400 and now 600 months). Enjoy the ride of life Mohan Subramanyam.
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For my non-cycling friends:
Super Randonneur is a title given by Club Audax Parisien when a person has complete four brevets of distances 200km, 300km, 400km and 600km in a cycling year.
The last sunrise
“As I ran past the truck at the break of dawn on Sunday, I heard the sound of chickens clucking. In a truck were cages stuffed with these birds, parked out a chicken shop. Did they knew that this would be last time they see the glorious sunrise? Were they saying bye to me? I ran faster pumping adrenalin, were they doing the same to stay alive?
#sillyconfeelings (99)”
my dear Gaia
Today morning was a blessing, greeted by a brilliance of pink and golden in the sky, an ephemeral moment that lasted just a few minutes. The right brain swathed by the glory tickled the left to string words into a poetic garland as an offering to celebrate a beautiful day. Here it is as “my dear Gaia”.
Sanghamitra Guha Also saw your post pictures of the ‘beautfiul today’. Hope this poem captures a bit of that. Enjoy!