Getaway

I saw you on your bicycle,

You sped on the curve crushing gravel

The wheels made a sound

Like a machine churning thick dough.

I followed you to the sea shore.

You were on your way to your getaway.

I had heard it is a cave further out in the sea

Where you went and wrote.

I think you told me, 

You had a compass for dark nights.

It showed you North and familiar shores.

When on black waters you returned home.

I followed you to the sea shore.

It was a crowded sea.

You dragged you rusty red boat from its hideout.

You did not know I was watching.

The sea was crowded,

You clutched the rudder

Your boat remained anchored.

I thought I should come and set it free.

Life with Books...

Inspired by a stop-motion animation film, I decided to colour code my books...

While this makes it tough to find a book if I do not remember what colour spine it had.

I am also judging my books from their cover, which after all is not that bad a thing to do!

Kites

I tried to fly a kite.

I learned how to string it. 

I could lift it ten feet off the ground for 8 seconds.

I loved running with it in order to lift it in the air.

I like running - it is even better with both hands raised, holding a crackling paper kite.

Flying kites is as awesome as it looks in the movies. 

The trick is to keep breathing

I am underwater of sorts
And I have learnt to breathe.

I am startled...

At the vast landscape,

Which is now playground to me!