Anecdote Overdose


Scavenging through silence,
The loud echoes of it,
Uprooting anew pillar of strength,
To find weakness under it,
Thank you Oh Holy Master,
For the impious profane grit.

– Mortal

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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 May 15, 2015, in biker diary, Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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