The Elements

When two imperfect beings, like us get thrown in the cocktail jar its bound to set up a hurricane coz we like it shaken not stirred In the mix is some trepidation some desire and some thirst some need, hunger, anticipation some madness, fear and lust there will be some symphony created and some discordant notes some music and some cacophony coz we like it shaken not stirred we won’t get there looking pretty in crisp tuxedos and pinstripe shirts breathless, sweaty disheveled we’ll be when we really hit pay-dirt a lot gets unpacked in moments such  our anxieties and past hurts mix of love and loss is thrown in too coz we like it shaken not stirred  wildest primal instincts we see taking turns with affection and love oh dear, I can’t wait to see how it comes out yet again, shaken - not stirred

  Ode to an athlete Atul -  2012 I am an athlete. I haven’t won any medals in Olympics, nor even participated in one. But on an early morning run, when my body has started talking back to me, sometimes, many a times I have carried my aching legs over the finish line on the wings of my desire alone. I have cut through water, pain and sometimes even boredom on my hundredth lap in the pool because I must. I have pushed my burning legs and throbbing lungs over the hill one more time on my bike, because I must. My friends and family come to cheer me on race days. They see the grimace of pain and elation of finish on my face. They hi-five, they celebrate and they leave.. But on a thousand on cold winter mornings  I am hi-fiving to myself. On endless hot summer afternoons I suffer defeat and celebrate success alone. I have seen many a sunrise in the meditative stillness of early morning. But even when Lord’s creation is still,  I find myself moving.  I am an athle...