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This book is about my month long, 10,000 mile, solo motorbike trip from Buxted in East Sussex to the Sahara Desert and back. Along the way I meet interesting people, a thief, a number of policemen, a very sweet donkey, a large mountain range, a suicidal black bee and a scorpion that fell from my ceiling.
Poems from the Rocky Mountains is about situations people experience in their environment as they happen and at different times, using poetic language and imagery. This is not a run-of-the-mill-poetry book; neither will it make me famous. I was told that to be a famous poet, the poet has to be six feet under first, and at my age, I don't want to be famous at all.
The book is the result of training and experience as an immigrant, adopting the language, the way of life, and the way of thinking in my adopted country for the last sixty-eight years, never forgetting that English is my daily means of communication. In order to believe the above statement, you have to read my book.
I bring the flow of my Indian/Hispanic heritage and sensitivity to the American poetic stream, which produces out of the two factors, the oneness that makes Poems from the Rocky Mountains a unique book. This is why most of the topics in it are as American as baseball and apple pie, but spiced with tropical flavor: goal achievement, the Rocky Mountain landscape, the Old West tradition, patriotism, geographical wonders, personal, family and social problems, abstract and humorous poetry, the tropical landscape, international, romantic, lyrical, child-appropriate, rhymed and metered styles and elegies.
We are in our 50's. Married, healthy and monosyllabic. We kept wondering what the conversation would sound like when we are in our 70's. The kids have their own thing going on and we have asked them to NOT connect with us, rather, get on with their own lives. Additionally, we have retired before life retires us. Which means that we can enjoy this phase physically. We no longer live in a cubicle. So what do we do? She is a housewife and a painter. I am an ex-business man turned part time actor and budding charcoal artist. It's not that we have nothing to do. It's just that we have no time to realize that we have all the time. We are so busy. So what do we do? We plan an action decibel that is cacophonic in principle. We raise the bar. We decided to shake ourselves up, physically, mentally and spiritually, to challenge the very breath of our existence. I bought a Royal Enfield 500CC motorcycle and named her BabyBlue. We took a motorcycle ride. 2UP on a solo bike, the both of us went from Mumbai to Lahaul Spiti and back. A 5022km round trip over 25 days. Riding through history, culture, geography, religion and spirituality, we saw a good slice of India and ourselves. This book is an account of this wake-up call. Simply told-as it happens, with pretty pictures to validate the effort, this book is a call to people of all ages and streams of consciousness: Get up and get going! U2. Read it.