An Ode to the Old Year

Midway into December, I get a call from an unknown no. that flashes Scotland. Who do I know in  ‘Half the world away and at least twenty degrees colder Scotland?’ The only person that comes to my mind is Mukesh. I have never met Mukesh. Atleast not the way ‘met’ is understood traditionally.  I met…

A Wishlist

I wish to Chase ponies with golden manes Run through meadows that know no end Watch the sky as stars shoot out Run up a hill to breathlessly look down Listen to waves as they crash the shore In a strange land while all alone Stumble upon a childhood song Cool wind against my face…