As I go to office doing the peak traffic hours of morning, I am stuck in the traffic on Old Airport Road. Lovely it is to be under the canopy of trees that is a brilliant green arch all the way ahead. A lovely cool weather with a mild sun streaming through the leaves makes it a bliss. Oh some idiots honk so that the sound waves may move the car ahead. But I am…
The soft breeze of a cool morning rustles the leaves of a majestic old tree letting the sun rays through, to warm the dog lazing on the road. Oh, a charming lazy quietness, just peace. The Bangalore of yesteryears magically pops during my early morning walk in neighbourhood only to become sillycon as I turn into the main road. #sillyconCity (#146)
As I take my dog for early morning walk, the morning sky is tickled pink. The beautiful feminine hue of the sky quietly changes as I continue my morning routine becoming a handsome hot male! Isn’t it wonderful to see the yin and yang in a daily sunrise? Here it is as a poem titled “Tickled Pink”.
Another lovely day begins with the dog walk! Still it is, at the break of dawn I am awake with a big yawn My dog greets me with a bark As it is time for his walk Hot cuppa of tea unleashes me In his mouth, his favourite leash Off we go into another lovely day.
A street seller is busy setting up cloth store on the pavement An old man sleeps peacefully on the bench under Gulmohar tree Young blood rev their bike to race when light turns green Sleeping dog opens eyes lazily when honks blare and fumes spew Young lovers hugging on the park bench unmindful of traffic School kids wait for school bus shoulder bent with heavy backpack Typical sights on the Indian road as I cycle…
Early in the morning, the distant feeble sun casts a big shadow of the bare tree that is front of my house on my neighbour’s wall. As the sun becomes effulgent, it vanishes, and this is what inspired me to write this poem.