The Hills From Which I Look Down
hills forming in the horizon leaving cityscapes hidden behind unkept grass and cows sheltering from the burning sun these hills are not for weary legs the hills are forming in your...
poetry
My Friend
Two wheels of my cycle Are like my best friend, which help me to take a step to achieve my goals. Two pedals are the encouragement of a true friend, to put in...
All Around
Muzzle on my head when I'm waking up, Still, my friends ask, “Hey, what's up?" Drowning down my soul in a bottle of ice Days went in by the time ...
Transporting a Little Rocket
Year 1963, little place called Thumba Roads not so straight with potholes in between. Still, a cycle marching on the street The same route taken daily But instead of two, only one riding...
Woke Up to the Dread of the World
Wishing all breezes could sing me comforting rhymes Still furled up in the bed thread Wishing to be swirled up by some kind of dancing chimes Only silence lurked No birds chirped No...
I Choose You to Move Me
i’m not here to tell a big story or epiphany i’m not even here (i’m in the wind, in the hinterlands, on the road, i’m in a time where no words come i’m in a time where life itself...
Summer Nights
With the lights of the pier Poking the smooth sunset In the eye I ride Past the hens Clucking as I tick melodically A euphoric metronome Keeping in time with my favourite home I love this city And...
On Two Wheels
Today, the blue skies beckon me still, even when they're grey across the city on two wheels is how I start my day. When traffic trundles to a...