Difference.


I used to be different,
And then I turned indifferent,
And then there was this difference,
That differently differed from my indifference,
And instantly I turned different
Different from my determined indifference
Indifferent from the deterred difference
Yet a difference, quite different

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About satyenpoojary

Who am I? A question that has endless answers, endless! I am not a brand, not a product, nor a service. For some days, I am a deprived rider - deprived of good bikes (like most of us) and deprived of opportunities to "ride enough", again like some of us.‬ But then on some days, I am a bloody opportunist, always hunting excuses to ride. Which is probably why I am called the 'Super CommuTOURer!' On somedays, I just commute... on road, or within. For someone as fat and growing as me, that's a lot of travel, both effort wise, and distance wise!

Posted on March 30, 2015, in Biker Diaries, Poetry, Random writing. Bookmark the permalink. 2 Comments.

  1. I FEEL DIFFERENT FOR THE WORD DIFFERENT, BECAUSE THE DETERMINED INDIFFERENT USED THE WORD DIFFERENT SO DIFFERENTLY…….

    GREAT WORK SIR….;)

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