The Orange Skier
The orange headed one
Goes skiing,
A whizz of color,
He starts off lazily downhill,
Gathering speed as he goes,
Lithe and graceful,
Zooming down the slope,
A blur of orange and purple,
Warms my heart on a cold snowy day.
Do I know you? I seem to know how your thoughts flow, how your eyes look for mine among a bunch of others. Making that connection with you seems so natural. It seems impossible that you feel the same way too… and yet equally impossible that you don’t. I am lost in your smile, in…
A relaxed lunch in an old Spanish restaurant with lovely ambience. A glass of red wine. Then a Spanish siesta on the couch brings on the best of dreams. Yet again to my beloved blue green water space… this time Ak and to a smaller extent Ad, feature in it. We are in a sea-creatures…
a cat in controlled fury:cold green eyes, unblinkingtail in precise motion,she bides her timewaiting, watching –swish swash.
I dream of the waves again. I had almost forgotten that place in my dream, it had stopped for a long time. But yesterday I went to the same place in my dream. It is a beautiful beach, wild and green water, and light brown sand. There are various sections of this coast that I…
This is part 6 of 9 in BITS '89 Reunion24th Nov 2018 – Day 4 The day starts early – around 25 of us set out for a “guided tour”(!!) of campus with Sundy at 7 am. As if 7 am is not bad enough, Sundy, Arvind, and a couple of others have already returned…
The dragon breathes…his breath comes out in a white mistthat spreads low across Kasterleepark…and makes a criss-cross patternof icy rime on the glass outside.