My Love, My Cycle

Between me and my cycling…
Langour of the mornings,
Facebook, Whatsapp encaging–
Between me and my cycling…
Morning tea,
Children’s drink;
Fights enormous
‘Me’ the referee
Keeping my temper at the brink.
Between me and my cycling…
Listening to all day’s chat
Lending my ears
To be sandwiched
Between kids and better-half.
Between me and my cycling…
Maas’ frantic calls
To be ritualistic,
Juggling with roles of a ‘Doc and Daughter’
Letting out—my verdict.
Between me and my cycling…
Research abstracts brewing,
Rummaging last minutes through slides
Flinging aside the ‘Saree’ for donning a ‘Kurti’
Oh! The hands of clock refuse ticking!
Between me and my cycling…
The soft drizzle,
Morning smog,
Or ‘Fani’, ‘Bulbul’ approaching.
Between me and my cycling…
Maid bombing with her ailment fake,
Cook makes dishes unknown
Creating last-minute freak!
Between me and my cycling…
Oh! So much struggle!
Daily Tussle!
Precious minutes fifteen,
Can’t I avail!!

I am the ‘Race’
Defied my fate—
Upbeat my inner-self,
Let my ‘wheels’ roll
Inhaling deep into the bustling air
Let my mane fly loose,
Ah! I am a soul born to be free
Sheltering my dreams close.