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Need for Speed

Note: This is my attempt at Prosetry after being inspired by JRSD's Post. If you are expecting any regular / proper poetry, you may stay away. People exposed to "poetry" may find this boring or even mildly amusing.




Through narrow lanes, he rode his steed
Its legs had constant company in his feet


Everytime blood rushed to his head
Green ambered and then shouted red
Honkers go bonkers blazing sound
Beggars, Hawkers and Peddlers fly around
The din was no music to his ears
Their wail no longer brought any tears
And he waited and waited on his steed
Its weight firm on his planted feet


The blazing red went inviting green
All the racer boys could be seen
Vroom and vroom and vroom and vroom
The drone that broke the din of gloom
His eyes were wide, and lips had smile
Even though, he knew, it was only for a mile
And he raced his steed, and raced his steed
Its galloping legs, had no company in his feet


Zipping zapping, he rode and rode,
He was experiencing heaven on road
He reached eighty in a quarter mile
He adjusted his mirror to see his smile
With crouched torso, chin on tank, he sped away
He was Rossi on a racing day
And he raced his steed and raced it fair
Its legs on road, and his in air.


He overtook a car from right, a bus from left
He put some autos in place with a touch of deft
He heard people calling him names
Who cares when this was the moment of his fame
He heard, 'all this bravodo has some risk'
He shouted luck always favours the pluck.
He rode his steed and rode his steed
Showing the world, the celebration of speed.


He walloped the length speeding in style
And it was time for him to lose his smile
Autos were honking everywhere
The commoner was here, the commoner was there
Rushing, jumping and straying like hounds
The road was nowhere to be found
And he rode his steed and rode his steed
Its legs had constant company in his feet


Inch by inch, towards the distant green,
He hustled, bustled, full of beans
And just as the tacho reached red
Green had ambered back into red
Another break, and its a nil sojourn
For death of speed, he would mourn.
He waited and waited dreaming speed,
He sat on a trojan, and not on a steed.


As he waited for the blood go green
To unleash his steed and show its mean
He heard the vroom, and saw a speedy lad sway
To the racing and chasing bus, he had fallen prey
To his right, he saw on the opposite way
Pulp of the lad, who had seen his last day
With red on road, and green ahead, 
And greed for speed, he knew what lay ahead.


He rode his steed, and rode his steed
Blood on his mind, he slowed its speed
Beside a open road, he stopped his steed
Its legs in air, on ground his feet.

Comments

Krishna said…
@GSM Saar Doubt!
Why is it titled need for speed? Is it bcoz of the need for speed to reduce nation's population issues? or is it coz need for speed resulted in the accident?

On the saner side, I believe this 'verse' is above mere prosetry and can be very much classified as poetry ...... or more like - A rap!!?. I feel there need not be much stress on TR style edugai monai's in english though.

BTW the 'verse' was very much like ur KTs in class, giving a visual effect. Thumbs up!
G Saimukundhan said…
JRSD,

I couldn't think of anything else as a title. So named it whatever came to my mind first. I tried writing a story / experience of riding a bike in the city. The frustrations of getting caught in a signal or riding through Ranganathan Street style roads. And also about the racer boys on road.

After reading your post, decided to risk a try on prosetry model. And I am hardwired into thinking of "Edhugai Monai" style of writing as poetry. (I suppose you refer to the rhyming part of the prosetry, I don't know its meaning clearly).

Rap?!! I take that as a credit.

And btw, it isn't just about bike riding though.

Cheers

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