Motorcycles are not normally my scene. I have always thought of them as monsters, ridden by folks in a hurry (in Mumbai) who blatantly overtake from the left. (we drive on the left).
But thanks to my FB friend Vineet Rajan who is a member of a motorcycle club I was able to view this amazing photograph clicked by his fellow member Manu Goel ( who is now also my friend ; all I need now is a motorcycle :-)...)
The monsters actually looked like beauties here; like a bevy of beauty contest participants, posing just so, on a stage. And the mirrors helped ...
Just proves you never know what may inspire a poem......
dark and lovely,
chocolate smooth complexions,
slim centres
with an engine flare.
All standing together,
posing,
some leaning in support,
arms out in front,
holding mirrors,
waiting for the results.
And the judges arrive,
in black leather windcheaters
and helmets
and knee pads
and puncture kits
and goggles;
some with backpacks,
and most with a worried look.
And Miss Yamaha
nudges Miss Hayabusa
and says,
" I heard one of them mention
that Gas will now be Rs 80 a litre ?"
And the Enfield lady ,
taps the Pulsarkumari
and says ,
" I guess
that means
we cut down
on vacations
in Goa ?"
Sigh............... "
