Four steel bladesReady to cut from all directions,Clean air.
The ceiling fan
God paints pink
a tiny slit throughdense foliage at break of dawn,a cherubic pink glow
Innovation
Business long yearsNow blunted and stagnated-Poetry sharpens.
Autumn
bare tree straggly branchesbursting with purple flowers-a dendritic network
The price
Foggy day, bike badly bentCar on road side, dead man insideIdiots pay, with life expired
Vardah [Cyclone in Chennai]
Cashless, powerless the last few hoursIn darkness I sit, Vardah blowing hardWent my worries, Peace, Peace.
[lunch time]
Desks empty, screen savers dancingLift my head, stomach rumbles, lunchtimeReverie broken by hooting alarm
Morning commute in Bangalore
Morning commute in Bangalorestarted a bit late for an early morning meetinga commute by bike that would prove to be daunting overnight rainnot a big pain puddles all over the road around which I skilfully rode the unending trafficalways horrific through the gaps, bikes nudgehappy on the cycle, hold no grudge a lone car parked on the busy main roadunmindful of the way traffic is slowed on the pavement is a young woman in high…
Bliss in 12 km
When the weather is cool and brilliant, mind is calm and body feeling great, running churns out poetry!
The world is not enough
Over the last four and half years I have cycled nearly one circle around the earth, incident free. No accidents, no niggles. Last Thursday on the eve of Ugadi, I landed on my butt hard on the pavement while dismounting! Hmmm, circling the world is not enough to know how to get off the bike properly! Black and blue butt with a very painful wooden leg for the next few days. A slow 5km run…