The ferry bobs touching the horizon and retreating back to its place, a game it plays with my vision. A cathedral lurks in the background, dwarfing the boats and the boy who’s poised to jump off the ramp into the river. Yet in the moment when the diver is in midair, his body reaching like … Continue reading Riverside reflections
I find freedom on a bike. While climbing up the hill, or screaming down it, chained to gravity, I feel liberated like a raindrop being pulled down to earth, yet swaying to its own drumbeat. On a bike, I am a blank whiteboard being scribbled with blue and red and orange and green. On … Continue reading On a bike
Sometime in the recent past, I had penned lyrics for a Bangalore band Inmates. The song - Where is home is out now. Do check it out on SoundCloud here. Glad with how the song has turned out. Here are the lyrics: Where is home I have walked Chained to the ground, Searching for a moment To … Continue reading Turning lyrical
Decided late, actually just on the last day of registration to participate in the brevet along the Bangalore-Chintamani-Kolar-Chintamani route. Somehow managed to get the registration completed just a day before the event. Reached Bangalore on Friday, and was pretty confident to do well with the mileage put in on the bike over 3 weeks in … Continue reading Chintamani Brevet
Wander all you want, scatter the wind in your hair. Feel the fallen leaf between your toes. Flow with madness, with passion, with the clock buried in the sand. For no river can be tied to a hill, no wind fettered to a post. 9 days to go! Excited!
My roots have detached themselves from my toes. Trees howl at my feet, and silence fills my pockets. I know it will die soon. It’s the silence before the sound of insane movement. A caravan tastes the air outside my home. The sight of yesterday’s moon is fading in my head. Beyond the waterfall, a … Continue reading Horizontal freefall
When feet burn with a restless thirst,And eyes invigorated by sleepless nightsDance with enigmatic smiles.Boredom dusted off the shoulder,Fades into a distant speck.With logic and reasonCrumpled into paper ballsAnd tucked away into the corner of a shelf.The leash of routine snappedWith apathetic unconcern;The wandering soul has no reliefWhile insanity tugs at the sleeveAnd the world … Continue reading Freewheeling feet
I hope you never lose the child within When you walk out in the restless world I hope you never stop asking Even if your questions seem unheard May you ever have that spring in your stride And that wild glint in your eyes May you keep running Like a gazelle on the open plain … Continue reading I hope you never lose the child within