That horse of mahabaleshwer the horses tale


I neigh in terror, pawing at the filthy floor trying to escape from the whip that The Man Is wielding. But my constraints are merciless unmoved of my terror and agony. 

I wonder where have i erred for the beating is particularly vicious today  My eyes rolled back I quiver at the look of black rage on The Mans face. I try to recollect but my mind is fogged up both with pain and the way God has made me. I can’t think much you see, sometimes it’s a blessing and sometimes a curse. And I am supposed to remember so many things and commands I keep messing up. 

Suddenly it dawns on me, the whistle, I was supposed to stop at the whistle and turn back but I kept moving. What a fool I was. But The Boy was so gentle, such a change from most riders who pull and tug at my reins so harsh that it hurts bad in my mouth, kicking my stomach trying to make me run fast, unmindful of my lame leg and my hunger thirst and exhaustion. 

The Boy was different, vibrant and kind, he never wanted a gallop nor was he pulling my reins hard. He just let me adjust the steel thing that bangs on my teeth and tugs at my tongue as comfortable as I could make it. Caressing my neck gently, he talked with me whispering softly. The entire ride was blissful with my leg not as throbbing as usual. 

I was a racehorse in another life, could run hard and run fast winning quite a few derby’s. Pampered well fed and accoladed I was content with my life. But as time progressed I found I was not able to run as fast, I had gone lame in a leg and my life collapsed around me. I was given less food and was lonely unkempt and despondent all the time. Unwanted and ignored. One day The Man took me away. I remember shuddering at the bad emanating from him. Led away to a life where I was to give joyrides till I could in exchange for a little food and a lot of beatings. 

We were nearing the end of ride and I snapped out of my reverie The Man and The Boy were talking something. I was lost in my thoughts wishing that only if The Man and all riders were as compassionate as The Boy. Don’t know why I felt that The Boy will take me with him  away from my abysmal existence. Away to a life of compassion of care. 

This is where I am supposed to stop and stop I did, but The Boy urges me on. His voice is sweet in my ears as he tells me to move and I start running. Running in hope Running in fear,and then The Man whistles. The sound does penetrate the fog and my desperation but I keep running and then to my dismay The Boy reins me in and turns me back. My heart pounding wildly I see The Man. Angry like never before! My reins are snatched and pulled brutally the steel biting down hard as I am led away. 

That Horse of Mahabaleshwar by. 


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By Veeru


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When I write I lay bare my soul. Amateurish attempts even if. That was my biggest dilemma when I thought of starting a blog. For when you open up deep hidden recesses of your inside, you are judged.

Sure you are applauded a little for what you did right but then the criticism comes in tons for your follies.

For the world is a cruel place indeed!

I have finally decided to go ahead with and post what has encompassed my life recently. Poetry. The words of exhilaration of anguish of tears of laughter of sometimes deep dark expressions waiting for a medium, for an outpour. Paths made of alphabets meandering through melancholy pain betrayal interspersed with brief bursts of bright and beautiful.

Poetry is what but a symphony of the pages with the writer wielding the baton making the words dance to a music that only he hears.

I am a man of contradictions, does that mean I say one thing and do the other? No! I do one thing and also do the other.

Middle age is when you look in the mirror and fret about what you see. At the threshold of old age with triumphs and regrets tucked in your holster You wait gingerly to cross over to the other fight.
When you look back with pleasure and pain and ahead with trepidation and hope.

So Dear Readers, let’s explore this beautiful world of words together. In my blog you will find poetry, short stories, travel reviews and tips and last but not the least Food. Restaurant reviews recipes and much more for I live to eat. For there is nothing more satisfying to soul than a good meal.

Get ready for a kaleidoscope of content but have patience for I have just started and will be posting as the write ups are ready. Please do express your thoughts on what is here anything from The Good The Bad and The Ugly for it will inspire me onwards and upwards. Jai Hind.