My dear friend Perry Menzies tickled my muse with a post in his Movie Magic at Urban Solace page:
“Freedom while being a universal concept, has myriad interpretations and meanings to people. We at Urban Solace – Cafe for the Soul invite you express what Freedom means to you by completing statement “Freedom to me is ….
So here it is titled “Freedom to be is (Part 1)”
As I slowly ironed the clothes, creases vanished, thoughts ceased and words trickled forming the poem “Immersion”.
Ruminating on some of the reactions of people on their highs, lows and FOMOs triggered my muse resulting in “Life is just an unending flow”.
When I saw a beautiful post poem by from Amar Chauhan ji today morning, my muse work up and assembled words that became this poem “Take it easy”.
“We seem to be caught up in the web of speed, always racing to a exciting future, missing out the absolutely normal present.” Take it easy, have a lovely weekend.
What happens when the harsh outside pushes one so deep enough to disorient and pulverise? Well it is only under extreme pressure and heat, diamond forms. My creative of this situation as a poem in “I am a poet”.
Reading various posts on a recent matter of suicide irked me when these self proclaimed specialists talked about the need of a strong mind, how it is so illogical to do this act, how one can be so uncaring for near and dear. Passing judgements, hypothesising solutions is great for a coffee table conversation. These acts sadly impulsive are in my opinion never logical. Sadly the tipping point is so sensitive that some people fail to see this coming. Wish it was not so. My raw feelings penned as as “self destruct”.
The sudden unfortunate death of a businessman and subsequent unnecessary discussion on TV and some stupid posts precipitated words that became this poem titled ’To the other side’.
None will know what went through his head and how it precipitated suddenly, I feel it necessary to respect the silence of the vacuum, and not have casual discussions on this. A poetic tribute.
Last Sunday I ran the 24hour stadium run at Kanteerva Bangalore. With only minimalist training consisting of a few HM runs/walks, I relied on mindfulness and preventive stretches. And it worked! A new personal best at 139.6 kms and fit as a fiddle at the end.
Enjoy the experience as a poem “runner dervish”.
As he took a deep drag on his third cigarette for the day, he tapped his fitness watch and figured that he was done with 6000 steps. “Just two smoke breaks and I will meet my fitness goal of 10000 steps” he said. Jeez, fitness is smokin’ in the sillycon city. #sillyconCity (#147)
In my locality, after a long time, we had roads. A public sector company decided to change their high voltage overhead line to underground. BWSSB (water company) decided to split the roads in the centre of many roads to lay new pipes. Now it is craters everywhere and we are back to living in the place we came from. The moon. High living in sillycon city. #sillyconCity (#153)