My journey in sonnets

I have a recording task at Bheemavaram. Miss.Srivalli the Padutha teyagaa fame  singer agreed to sing Bharatavarsha keerthanas at Vihnu Bheemavaram.  Since she lives in Bheemavaram I fixed the recodring deal  at Vishnu Radio. They offered me very generously without taking money. I started to Bheemavaram by Honda Splender before dawn. I was cutting  through the veils of fog.  The sonnets reveal my experience. 

   Winter Morning Ride

   I set out to Bheemavaram on  a foggy morning

   It was still dark in the wee hours, I haven't seen crows

   The potholes on the bumpy  road  are a warning 

  Through-out, the rugged landscape a big challenge throws

   Sometimes too thick is the fearsome cloud of mist

   A one eyed truck  sights , comes on to my motorcycle

   Like a  boulder the mist rolls on the road and  hits my chest

   Many a danger in the semi-darkness is likely to kill

     The truck vanish't, schools, temples, churches cheer up mind

     Here and there I saw the  wonderful  quaint villas   

     All run fast, backwards  my childhood remind  

     My heart glows warm with quiet bougainvillas 

    The mist slowly melts,  the temple bell  rings 

    The day grows bright,  the church choir sings

Way side beauties

The weather is bleak and wind blows strong 

The birds shiver on the branches around

The herds on the choppy road I get along

The way side reeds wave heads on marshy ground

The fog was hanging like a white curtain

All along the road stretches  the canal

It looks like black and white movie for certain

But the villas and bougainvillas are never banal    

How hurriedly passes  the willy jeep

At Hundi it raises the dust like a broom

How merrily walks the sheep 

Oh the golden sun rays  my feelings groom

I remember that I am nearing my dream 

Yahoo I what a lovely journey I scream