Monday, November 27, 2017

On the Trail of Trials...

“The very first rays of hope shone and the crops turned GOLD!”

Running through that muddy trail, Birds flying high and Kaveri flowing free with my thoughts…
And suddenly with these realizations, time stood still, the prologue and the epilogue dint really matter…



But for the sake of this story, lets rewind…
Three of us, Bopanna (An avid runner), Srikara (Runner, Trekker and Advanced Yoga practitioner) and me (runner, dreamer, and crazy metaphor writer) set out for the Half Marathon organized in its 11th year by “Runners for life”.

Starting next to the Ranganathittu bird sanctuary, this beautiful trail inspires one to actually spread the wings wide enough to take the challenge, go the distance and come out a winner. I believe that’s why when I heard about this, I could convince myself to get ready for the half marathon on this trail different from every other running experience I had so far.

The paddy and the sugarcane fields running parallel to the clatter of the Kaveri tributary canal gives you such a wide spectrum view of the nature’s bounty that you leave mesmerized, sometimes run through more inspired and sometimes just stand still, awestruck, lost and not to be found till you get reminded of the running time by the passing runners.

We crossed the finish line at different times. Bopanna with his 1:54:03 timing giving us life goals for running and our tired feet dipped in cold Kaveri waters, flowing through times gave us just another moment out of our stressed city lives…



To sum it all up, here are the closing lines from my social media status updates:

 “The smiles are not just for the glory we achieved by crossing the finish line, they are for how strong we grew on the way”…











Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Pouring Over...


Times when it pours over…

flooding emotions sometimes…

drizzling just a flicker of a thought…

Slanted thick annoying drops,
forcefully enter your home,
from inside an open window,
right into your life,
without consent…

Condensed cubes,
beating you up savagely,
for unknowingly loving
transparent waters at the 1st place,
trusting innocently
all the different skins
it can slip under…

or just those arrow straight
pinching piercing realizations…


P.S. Some ages are counted not by springs, but by raindrops-being-drenched-under…
P.P.S. I am probably more than a hundred years old…

Thursday, April 27, 2017

A thousand little lamps of hope…

Its like being ENERGY...

Technically,
She longs…
to reach the most stable state…
Stabilized, content, anchored...
But then, she’s ENERGY,
defining enormous potential
for pure Chaos…

When she’s kinetic, she wants to move...
Travel...
Cross oceans of her own apprehensions…
Scream out loud at 180mi/h,
“Its my way or Highway!!”
She hates friction,
Who cares how much of a necessary evil that bastard might be…

When she’s potential,
She wants to jump,
Down right from that mighty sky…
Takes pride in being referred to as “limits”…
And then right into that ever so mightier ocean…
Deep down till it goes “black n blue”
The pressures deafening her ears
And the darkness blinding her eyes…
And then thrust back up
With that sweet realization of being “still alive”

When she’s electrical
Oh No! you always get her all wrong…
She doesn’t want to give shocks per se…
she wants to have that spark in her eyes…
that vibrancy of intelligence…
that sparkling brightness of passion…
that exuberance of happiness
that glee of being awesome…

When she’s solar
She wants to enlighten
Those who believe...
And walk, run, sweat and get bruised…
Out in the sun…
And share all these insights…
Just for free…
Coz she found just a few…
Very very very few… 
who believed…
And trusted her with distances and lives…

To savour the taste of blood
When she cuts her own tongue
Abusing her own karma
And rejoice in pleasure,
Every time she fulfilled her destiny
Of being what she is seen as…
For good, or for worse…
ENERGY…
Illuminating,
In every form…
A thousand little lamps…
Of Hope…




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Monday, March 20, 2017

Inland...

Blue as eyes hiding a zillion emotions,
innumerable secrets,
Since time immemorial,
or it may seem…

Figured it all out…
its niche,
height of waves,
depth of words…
friends on the shore,
foes in stars,
changing seasons,
color of leaves fallen,
reflections of beauty,
dissolutions of blood,
sails of love,
rods of malice,
blazing suns
and frozen surfaces…

Judged them all alike
Enlightened monk of waters…





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...
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Hues of abstraction...
blackened depths...
shallow beaches...
highs and lows...
mood swings of tides...
Followed helplessly...
capricious moon...
Anchored whims, 
tied down directions,
adrift waves,
ignorant abode...
dead Ships, 
forgotten mysteries,
cruel salts submissive...

Filling drop by drop with tears...
Stormy Impatient Oceans...







P.S : Still flowing like impatient oceans...condensing clouds...wannabe lakes...