"Running Philosophy" - a poem by Slava D.

Here is a striking little poem just published on the Sri Chinmoy Inspiration Group by Slava, one of the nicest I read in months.

Beautiful imagery, well balanced structure, and a delightful rhythm. Also, the rhyming is not forced, but it nicely adds to the whole. I know how difficult that is -- I have been striving to add rhyming to my poems for ages.

I am very inspired by it, not only as a amateur poet, but as a wannabe runner.

RUNNING PHILOSOPHY

A runner's feel for the pace
Is delicate and unique:
It matters not if slow or fast,
But for how long it is there to last.

Intensity of breath is the key,
If kept steady and free.
Perceived effort is the guide,
If driven by good measure – not pride.

Above all is the sense of purpose
When struggling with pain – what a circus!
The body, an instrument of sorts.
High above, a satisfied lover of sports.

Slava D.

Priyadarshan the Runner?

I am occasionally asked why I don't write much poetry. "You are a writer," people kindly say. "Why are you not a poet?"

I have written quite a few poems in my life, most of which have been kept mercifully hidden away. But the main reason I haven't written many in the past, ooh, 15 years, is that I have read many poems that express the inexpressible far better than I ever could. The poems of Sri Chinmoy, in particular.

I also enjoy the sincerity and emotion of Slava's verse. "When struggling with pain – what a circus!" A line of a poem is worth a thousand words of prose. Occasionally it's worth more than any picture.

But Priyadarshan... you say you are "a wannabe runner"? I am intrigued! Your athletic side has not yet been revealed to me!

Priyadarshan and sport

Thank you for asking! This subject hits almost a neuralgic spot in my life...

Once -- I will forever remember and cherish that moment -- Sri Chinmoy was kindly asking if I had participated in a short running event that morning. Ashamed, I replied in the negative. He smiled and said softly, almost to himself, "He does not even talk about sports".

That line most perfectly sums up the "Priyadarshan and sport" topic. I did run a marathon, NY 1994, and almost died for the billions of blisters I got.

But there is hope. Didn't I just recently started talking about rugby, my favourite team sport?

Somehow I have the feeling I will relish again the feeling of long runs. Perhaps that is why I enjoyed so much that poem.

Priyadarshan