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Showing posts with label Poetic lines. Show all posts

Nature's Artwork

Saturday, August 20, 2016


Nature's Artwork .. an impressionistic style pastel painting


a blank canvas of faded blue
smeared with a vivid colored brew

a daub of blue grey brown cloudy strew
those purple pink magenta in the horizon subdue

a splash of red, a little splash of orange hue
a bit of yellow peeping through

how thrilling dramatic breathtaking is the view
Nature's Artwork is perfect all through


-mudit


White Crown

Sunday, June 21, 2015


Reaching far, above the clouds
Standing tall, strong and staunch
A folded rock, purple grey brown
Painted with ice, all around
Peeping through a veil of, frozen misty gown
Awe! how beautiful, is the White Crown

-mudit

"White Crown", charcoal & pencil, 06/21/15, Mudit Sethi



The violin n guitar song (experimental)

Sunday, October 5, 2014


the instruments behind
        let this bow swing
        let these strings ring
        a steady rhythm
        let these notes sing
        a song of love
        a song of sorrow
        a song of past
        a song for tomorrow
        just loosen up and let go
        let the music in your soul flow
               
        -mudit


       

A short rough and raw self-composition after a long long time. Goofing around with my violin and guitar, here's the outcome. Apologies for imperfections :P

Thanks and Peace !!!


300+ km night-out bicycle ride

Wednesday, June 27, 2012


A short poem and a sketch capturing the spirit of sleepless, full night-out, bicycle ride experienced on a self supported, 310 km Bangalore - Hiriyur - Bangalore brevet ride, covered in almost 17 hours, with about 14 hours of riding. Adding the commute distances from the start/end point to home registered a total of 346 km on the day, my longest ever.

endless highway, complete pitch black
a dreaded deep stillness, so pervasive so expansive
this darkness a void, an indefinite pause in time
like everything else had stopped, only the pedals kept spinning

-mudit




The experience in short:

23rd June' 2012. Excitement filled my heart to fullest, when I left home around 9:00 PM, to witness the longest ride of my life. 10:00 PM, MG road, the moment began. An initial chocking traffic at MG road, then the long confusing flyovers of  Yeshwantpur Railway Station, finally into the butter smooth NH4, a roadies delight. An irresistible rush of adrenaline, low aero posture, hands on the drops and eyes fixed straight ahead, speeds scaled up like a bullet just fired from a gun. 55 km, a stop at half closed Kamat, near Dabaspet, water bottles refilled, moved on to Tumkur. Thereafter, except some lorries and a few cars, no street lights, no road side shops, no civilization to be seen. Dark endless, lifeless road lay ahead. Deadly, scary, exciting, interesting. Power lights installed on handlebars of the bike and the white strip on the edge of road to follow, being the saviour of the night. Soon, 107 km, a stretch break near Karajeevanhalli toll gate. Weather surprisingly pleasant, a gentle flowing breeze, pitch black darkness,  clear skies and a full array of stars, the little embedded diamonds, shining with radiant brilliance, it all seemed to be a different world, a world cut off from our world, a world of solitude, of true heavenly freedom.


4:30 AM, some stiffness in lower back, shoulders and neck, an urge to sleep, almost dozed off a couple of times while riding, still kept the momentum. Another water break. 5:30 AM, 162 km, Hiriyur, the turn about point, went looking for the control ATM. 6:15 AM, stopped at Idli point, to find no Idlis available, settled for a coffee, some biscuts, a good leg and back stretch, then started off, back to Bangalore at a lower pace. Little after Sira, a stop at Kamat, a good breakfast. The fatigue and soreness magically vanished, moved on. Sun showed up quite well, soon became hot, pace reduced, fatigue increased. Midday, a big lunch near Dobaspet. The heat of the day being quiet intense by now, ridding became difficult. Bums burning on the saddle, hands numb on the handlebars, back stiff, leg muscles tired. Last 30 km left, gathered some nerve, continued, slow and steady. Several streams of sweat pouring from face, last 10 km a struggle, reached CCD, Hesaraghatta, the end point, bicycle parked. Dumping myself on sofa, a big mug of grande cappuccino coffee in hand, some chit chat with other riders, the story got an happy end, and i felt awesome in return of the effort.

A couple of hours later, cycled back to home, and slept within minutes :)

Some Pics:

the route: point A to B to A
one hour before the ride

installing water bottles, air pump, tools, new tires, lights, food etc

The bike is all ready for the trip
midnight the reflector jacket is working

submitting the time stamps at the finish point CCD
the finishers
a sun burnt happy ending :)



The leaving note:

Thanks to IISC Randonneurs and all co riders. It was one of the best rides, the night ride part being the favorite :)




the APE in man

Monday, April 23, 2012

uncultured ugly wild free
the beast within wants to flee
to unwind, to unman, to reveal
the APE in man!




The Evil Coin

Monday, January 16, 2012

you humans, you ravening species
you created me, you coined me
and then
your blood em poisoned
your eyes blinded
your minds hypnotized
you fell under my spell

my humans! my slaves!
you will now forever bow to my Power

-mudit





Onset of a Storm

Sunday, December 25, 2011


heavens conspiring, a plot set 
dark clouds rolling, heavy n wet
a moment of stillness, a weird twilight 
a storm is coming!

-mudit


a walking meditation

Sunday, December 4, 2011

a step that you take
under the sky
into the freedom
where breeze does the healing
the stones below touch your soul
a connection back to the earth
a walking meditation

-mudit


Mr. lonely

Sunday, November 27, 2011

poor Mr. lonely .. 
roses are of no use to u ..
there is nobody waiting for u :(



Guitar n Hat

Monday, June 13, 2011


under his face he hides 
away form world and people
he plays his Guitar!

A Constant Numbness

Saturday, June 4, 2011


frozen winds
 over the white earth
a cold sinking sun
 a Constant Numbness

Graphite Rose @)};->-

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Graphite Rose @)};->- 

O beautiful, red red Rose
fading are your red hues
 but now you bloom
 in my drawing book
you are my sweet
Graphite Rose @)};->-



 

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