OCTOBER ECHOES

Happy moments are frozen

Imperially golden

And unforgotten they remain

As fragile as a daisy chain

Guitar strumming under autumn skies

Bonfire evenings with warm pumpkin pies

The October wind whispers her bronzed song

It's your sweet nothings I yearn for and long

I miss your warm embrace; you made things better

I wish I could hug you longer and tighter...

I've set a table for two…

You're gone, but I still miss you!

Slivers of preserved sentiments

Become towering monuments

Can these moments materialize

When we meet again in paradise?

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IRONCLAD

I trudged through withered bracken and the frosted winter parade As ice-storms swept across a barren, icicle'd glade A hushed midnight and the gloomy woods were bathed in a dull pallor of the gibbous moon Melodies lamented and moaned an endless, melancholic tune ‘Twas a lone walk through pastures of wilted blooms Solitude was a friend in the summers of honey breath in the deep green woods Swept away by the currents or blown away by the torrents As twilight lazily rested on hillocks and in the amaranthine dells Like a laden cloud I cascaded down when the load was a dead weight I had gathered pieces of myself and strung them together with a parched wreath Pensive was the boon of listening to rumbling whispers Like a dimpling stream I flowed and carved my own trails Like the ocean arose and crashed to write my own fate, Letting the sun guide my way and the moon shine on my rugged path Now I ask all the pulsing stars to sing of my struggles, The forests to hum...

SAPPHIRE POOLS (DAY 3, POST 1)

Glinting sunlight off jeweled pools of sapphire Shimmering in the vast aridness of coppery fire Fringed with a viridescent canopy of trees fig and fronds of palm A sanctuary for birds and animals to splash about, it's a soothing balm Scorched and parched, my soles trudge on the sun baked grains Seeking respite from the bleeding crimson fireball, stranded I remain Mounting sand dunes, slipping, tumbling, sinking Scraped and raw, peeling sunburnt skin Veils of illusion lifts from fleeting dreams and hollow shine Fading hues of paradise around reduced to shriveled creepers and withering vines Imperial silver puddles on blazing bronze sand Deceived again by the phantom of the parched land Visions and charms swirl like a mist under a chrome moon Conjuring sprites of the desert weave mirages of oasis and lagoons Sailing across a barren horizon are walls of crystal waves No water lilies and wild roses unfurl under these mystic skies. ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

HOME AND HIBERNATION

And out of nowhere came this madness to wreck mayhem in my already topsy turvy world! Tickets back to Singapore were initially booked on the Chennai transit (why of all the cities?) Because of the shortest layover I could muster, given my still delicate health conditions and which was never even an intentional choice in all my 23 years of travel to and from Singapore. This had to be it even though I was on unfamiliar grounds. But Luck seemed to have a mind of it's own and turned its back on me when Fenjal decided to crash bang in the middle of orderly events, a day before my intended day of travel. When destiny's favorite child was shielded by Baba and his blessings, even Luck had to bow down and retreat in haste. **** Roused from my siesta with a sense of a peculiar dimness and chill , a far cry from the usually sunny and blinding brightness of humid Mangalore, I couldn't help but have that niggling feeling at the back of my mind. Checking on the flight updates for IXE-M...

REGALIA OF THE SNOW QUEEN

The jewel studded tapestry puts on a show of icy spangles on the winter sky grand The chiffon bathed dunes of porcelain snow, shimmer under the rime spires of willow wands Wild winter rasp strips down the trees to their gnarly bones With eyes of steel she glares at you from her icy throne From pale cornsilk dusking skies float powdery snowdrops Crisp, quivering wind glides over a silver laminated pond Through the hawthorn and the aspen, on the frost tipped swards In the gentle ivory light, the firs and cypress are sheathed in blankets of ice On a primrose sky, December sings her soothing lullabies The moon is a burgeoning opal rose rising with a sizzling sigh The shadows are long and the silence is deep Not a footfall of a nuthatch or a chirp of a wren through the eaves does seep Bending pines and crackling birches, Hickory logs burn in fireplaces Fragrance of cinnamon and wood-smoke… and cocoa…and cedar! Midnight suppers of Hazelnut coffee, apple strudels and coconut ...

WINTER'S TALE

Winter’s aria glides like a gauzy gossamer veil Over the pastures, brooks, valleys and dales Gold and silver flecks pirouette in a frosty serenade Snow adorns the eaves, picket fences and the glade With holly twigs for arms outstretched, gazing with my lifeless blueberry eyes I long to be at the table laden with warm food and delicious toffee pies Across the brumal vanilla whisper, gleams a wonderland of diamante sequin The birch and oak laden showering me with clumps of snow, a roly-poly mannequin The door bursts open and the children are back Squealing excitedly, they plonk around me making snow angels and a round track Tamping down toy rails and setting on them trains, locomotives and engines They dress me up in a tweed jacket and a woolly hat, on my scarf is brooch of a silver bell that chimes Voila! Now I'm a station master holding red and green flags A smile has been carved on my face and stuffed with slices of red velvet cakes Joy abounds as I soak in the jambo...

Sangeetha Kamath

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