Surroundings-38
Cycling Tea
Season at peak
Cycling with tea
Sleepy street
Longing stimulated
Wakened morning
Posing with cups
Tasting hearts
Steaming brisk
Invoked minds
Ready for work
poem by Indira Renganathan
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Surroundings-33
Cycling Maids-quatrain-six worded each line
So are the changed maids too.
No more unkempt and clothed creased
But fast cycling in national costume
Chudidhar-maids like A-one professionals
poem by Indira Renganathan
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I'm more optimistic about cycling right now than I've ever been.
quote by Greg LeMond
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I have the impression that cycling is no longer a game but rather an employment... a job.
quote by Bernard Hinault
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I have contacts with the Tour de France which keep me close to cycling.
quote by Bernard Hinault
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There are so many people who have died of cycling, and that didn't happen when I was racing.
quote by Greg LeMond
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Everything is cycling
In a circle where people run,
The first one runs behind the last one
And the last one before the first one
Everything is cycling in the world.
09.10.2007
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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I think racing and riding are two different elements of cycling. You either want to or not depending on what you want to get out of it.
quote by Mark-Paul Gosselaar
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It is cycling as a professional sport that represents the problem. It can transform someone into a liar.
quote by Greg LeMond
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Cycling
My bum is
Aching…
Because of
So much
Cycling…
Don't know
If I should
Give in to
The pain -
Or look forward
To what I love
Doing :)
(Theme: Exercise)
poem by Aparna Chatterjee
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Black Bruises IV
I can gorge the vile blackness,
the eviscerated acquiescence
like a dog-eats-dog carnival
I can endure the struggle
tasting blotted inks,
tasting cheap champagnes,
tasting one's molting skin,
tasting a chance to begin,
tasting cold greasy dishes,
tasting stark carnal sin,
tasting tar and nicotine,
tasting saline misery,
but am I the only one tasting
these black bruised savors?
poem by Norman Santos
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Sooner or later a rider will emerge who will win more Tours. In every sport we have seen how the records eventually get broken and cycling is no exception.
quote by Miguel Indurain
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Daybreak
Housed street
Breaking the day through a window-rift
Garden aroma hushing in waking up the mind
Lazy-hazy mood deterged to rise from grey dip
Pinky blossoms streaking in breezy comfort
Fluttering crowing upping to starry scattering
Bidding bye, bye stars and electric fluorescence
Paper-man, milk-man on pell-mell cycling
Out comes my soul to the porch
Not to the farther sun orangy
But to the Sarakondrai(Cassia fistula) nigher
Her chromatic golden foliage blooming
My aesthete to her aesthete wishing
Good morning
poem by Indira Renganathan
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I've had so many experiences in cycling, but in some ways I have nothing left to prove. I have achieved more than I could have dreamed of, I've raced a lot longer than I thought I would. I know I can still be better, but I just don't know if I love it enough any more.
quote by Clara Hughes
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Sleepy Time Time
By jack bruce and janet godfrey
Im a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy.
Work only maybe, life is a joy.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time, sleepy time all the time.
Asleep in the daytime, asleep at night.
Life is all playtime; working aint right.
Chorus
I have my sunday, that aint no lie.
But on monday morning comes my favorite cry.
Chorus
song performed by by Cream
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Sleepy Time Time
By jack bruce and janet godfrey
Im a sleepy time baby, a sleepy time boy.
Work only maybe, life is a joy.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Well have a sleepy time time.
Sleepy time time, sleepy time all the time.
Asleep in the daytime, asleep at night.
Life is all playtime; working aint right.
Chorus
I have my sunday, that aint no lie.
But oh monday morning aint my favorite cry.
Chorus
song performed by by Eric Clapton
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Illegal drug use runs contrary to the image of health depicted by cycling. Distributors of these drugs must be prosecuted more harshly as they are ciminals.
quote by Bernard Hinault
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I have always struggled to achieve excellence. One thing that cycling has taught me is that if you can achieve something without a struggle it's not going to be satisfying.
quote by Greg LeMond
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Winter Season
Winter season has arrived
All that has survived
Is once again at risk
Everyone is in brisk
Attempt to keep hot
At every spot
All creatures are still
Birds is keeping closed its bill
Weather is chill
Ready to kill
With icy hands
In many lands
Always be careful
The weather is cool
Media have already told
Be ready to beat the cold
It is winter season
Protect from cold for a reason
Keep yourself warm
To avoid any harm
poem by Shashikant Nishant Sharma
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I have been on the same dose of anti-depressants for 15 years, and my nerves still go up and down in cycles; but my nerves are cycling at a lower level than they were before.
quote by Temple Grandin
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A moment in time! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
Summer at peak;
a young man
in a white singlet.
Summer at peak;
a young girl
in short sleeves.
Summer at peak;
A child licks
Ice cream.
Summer at peak;
an infant
On inhaler.
Summer at peak;
A young couple
Cosy in cinema hall seats.
Summer at peak;
A vendor
Sells lime water.
Summer at peak;
Gulmohar petals
lie limp on grass.
Summer at peak;
Dust haze,
Road rage.
Summer at peak;
beads of sweat
slide on lips.
Summer at peak,
Street wars,
Blame it on heat.
poem by Mamta Agarwal
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