Here is a poem “heaven sublime”, from my experience in the “Bliss in the Hills brevet” near Kalpetta. The poem happened today, inspired by my nephew Nishanth Iyengar who reached the highest point “Hoosier Pass” at 11539 ft in the TransAm race today (Leh is at 11562 ft, thank you Opendro for the facts). Well, he has been cycling hard over many mountains battling strong winds, whilst I sat down peacefully imagined and penned it…
Switch from alcohol to sparkling water! Enjoy the poem ‘sparkling’.
Everyday when I walk my dog, I am irritated at the sight of many alcohol bottles strewn in my neighbourhood streets. Shapely and shiny, they seem to say Hi to me. Moving from soda to alcohol today, here is my take on ‘The bottle’ to inspire us to carry on undeterred despite being broken every day. Cheers!
Hmmm, am in mood for fun poems inspired by comment thread. Here is one for you Senthil Kali, your request for a poem on ‘Goli Soda’, (your comment on my last post). Cute but naughty one, methinks. If you want the female version of this read my prior poem post “Orange Soda”
“Two wheels can bring back the glimmer of hope”
I love personification and here is one on the relationship between torch(AA battery) and me. Jeez, it is intense, don’t you think?
The daily news of people who took their lives purported to be depressed is distressing.A young data scientist jumped off a building close to my office, a middle aged man shot himself today leaving a note that his family be taken of a wife killed her young son and committed suicide, a TV personality hung himself… In today’s apparently well connected world, there is more loneliness, in an supposedly era of economic growth and prosperity, there is…
What can one do when life becomes dark, heavy, sombre? Write. Yes, writing is cathartic.[Catharsis (κάθαρσις)= “purification” or “cleansing”]Run. Yes, running is cathartic.Cycle. Yes, cycling is cathartic.Do something. Yes, doing anything intently releases you.
Post the mid way mark of Anchetty 200km brevet, from Denkanikottai to Attibele it was strong cross winds, threatening to push me into the centre of the road. Strong enough, but really not that dangerous. Like a happy kid having some fun with troubling someone. Enjoy the third poem on this brevet, my first hat-trick in an event.
Yes, brevets have time limits. But when you let go of the two hands(of the clock) and feel the nature becoming one with it, it is no more just a ride. It is a gentle tide where mind floats gently, wrapped in a cocoon becoming a beautiful butterfly, flitting joyfully on the colourful flowers feeding on sweet nectar. Enjoy it until the alarm goes off when you hit the city! My experience of the gentle caress…