Fits...

Fits they sway, took me away

got me grip, took me astray

Wattery bushes, the pinch of chill
An-other path, for hill and thrill

Deep ravines oh slippery cliffs
make a stride, total a'bliss

Oh gosh oh my, I had to fly
the amber sheet, held me a'fleet

Distance cloud the horizon sight
Another dream, got me a'flight

Brooks and hill loot me at will
Pastures they, carpet my stay

Flight away, walk away
Summer-white-sun sweat away

Legs are two, now wheels are two
Rusty thumps, made freinds a'new

Blistering breeze, flying trees
Goals the same, but roads a'new

Dream again, say 'o change
Cycle a day keeps the doctor away

let a-lone, desires oh moan
Bushy greens, reds of day
oh no oh wait, the fits 'a gone, 'a gone astray

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Some asked me what in the world this poem meant? Well I wanted to speak a lot in a few words and hence such choice of words.
Here we go...

"Fits they sway, took me away
got me grip, took me astray"

Fits here is a metamorpic to intrests/desires/passion etc. So when ever I get such fits, I am overwehlmed by them and get onto newer and untouched terrotories...

"Wattery bushes, the pinch of chill
An-other path, for hill and thrill
Deep ravines oh slippery cliffs
make a stride, total a'bliss"

I sortof started my recent adventures with treks and those were in the monsoons, so the consistant cold and chill brezze was a constant companion as we walked through various terrains. Never did the chill or the rain or any of the slips ever hinder our stride. So basically we simply enjoyed the trek.

"Oh gosh oh my, I had to fly
the amber sheet, held me a'fleet
Distance cloud the horizon sight
Another dream, got me a'flight"

Then came paragliding, where in I ejoyed the wonderrous views of the deep valley under my feet and the awsome surroundings. The "amber sheet" is basically the paraglider.

"Brooks and hill loot me at will
Pastures they, carpet my stay
Flight away, walk away
Summer-white-sun sweat away"

After the paragliding stint I was back to trekking, and was back walking in the mountains and green fields and eventually to summer treks.

"Legs are two, now wheels are two
Rusty thumps, made freinds a'new
Blistering breeze, flying trees
Goals the same, but roads a'new"

Then came the motorbiking stint, where in I made a long journey down till Karnataka and back and made many good friends in the process. This was again with the same motto of adventure and having fun in the great outdoors so nothing really as different to trekking/paragliding, hence I say "Goals the same, but roads a'new"

"Dream again, say 'o change
Cycle a day keeps the doctor away
let a-lone, desires oh moan
Bushy greens, reds of day
oh no oh wait, the fits 'a gone, 'a gone astray"

Finally came my desire to get on a bicycle, and so much research and dreams were fueled into this that I was bitten too bad by the bycycling bug. But none-the-les I was not able to get one, so was let down and got off mood and hence the last para says the fits are fading away.

-Vindy