Running
Because it keeps me sane
Because it keeps me sane
On the frame- Anshul Khatkar- BITS Pilani athletics team coach (ex). The boy who ran to the stars.
LET'S SUCK
It sucks to suck.
But it's important.
To slip, to fall,
And harden your callous.
Take those baby steps,
To walk, then to run.
To make mistakes. To cry .
To try, try, and try.
When you're tired, when you're busy,
When you don't want to,
In the summers, in the winters,
Try. Try. Try .
Even if you suck,
And make a mess,
Do it every day.
Consistency.
Like waves that break cliffs.
That's how you walk. Run. Fly.
I like to run.
Barefoot.
On the grass.
With pebbles
Scraping my toe.
I like to run.
In loops.
In loops.
To nowhere.
Nowhere at all.
I like to run.
Till my legs give up.
And then some more.
Some more.
Lots more.
Don't stop.
Don’t stop.
I repeat.
And I don't.
So I fly.
I've lost count.
Of laps.
Ran 10, felt 20.
Now I've run 20,
Feels 10.
Then my mind dies.
A million times.
And there is peace.
Like clouds. Hanging.
On a windless day.
I like to run.
Until I fly.
Then I like to lie,
On the grass.
Arms stretched.
Legs stretched.
Under the sky.
Looking at the clouds.
Staring at the stars.
*Everything was beautiful
And nothing hurt*
*From Slaughterhouse five, Kurt Vonnegut
Gykmhana
I run in the laps of the city light,
I run under the starry night,
Away from the horns and the mad rush,
I run into my world of hush.
Stepping on pebbles, tripping on stones,
I run by myself but don't feel alone.
I say hello to the trees waving to me,
Lap after lap rooting for me.
And another to those playing frisbee,
Shouting in excitement, lost in their world,
While I'm running and running, lost in mine
My legs are stinging,
And my body won't move.
I'm too tired to think.
No thoughts, no noise.
This is the peace I need.
A break from my head.
A break from my thoughts.
A break from the world.
Outside, there's live music.
They are singing.
They are dancing.
But I'm only lying down,
And I feel more content.