Sunday, January 20, 2013
Biker’s song: Nameless Pleasure 1
the wind’s roar in my ears,
the sting of its lash on my face,
as I hurtle down the highway.
From the tiny bits of rubber,
that grab and scrabble
with the tarmac and win,
the flickering needle on the tachometer,
the inanimate hunk of throbbing metal,
I am one.
The exhausts beat a transient tattoo
on the walls of silence.
A whiff of scorched rubber,
a thinning trail of smoke,
Proclaim, even though for a moment,
I was here.
Biker's Song: Nameless Pleasure 2
My inherent liking for unstable equilibrium,
Where you cannot take status quo for granted,
The titillation of flirting
With the immutable laws of physics,
Specially on mountain roads
Where bleed the speed, brake, downshift, take the turn
Build up speed, up-shift become a litany for the limbs,
Where the mind is a coordinator, focused and
Concentrating its powers on a point
Twenty odd metres ahead.
Eyes remain focused/unfocussed;
Ears revel in the comfortable chawanni-athhanni in my pocket
cadence of the valve-train,
Overlaying a sewing machine buzz,
offset by the bass burble of the exhaust on engine braking
and banshee scream on acceleration
a divine orchestra!
You exist in a flow, moment by moment,
Conscious of nothing but that moment.
Surely beats meditation!
Caveat: Biker’s Song
Flirting with the immutable laws of physics
Is fine till it lasts.
Daring Newton often, Bernoulli sometimes is OK, but
Law of averages has the tendency of catching up!