Sangeetha Kamath

I jog down the memory lanes of childhood days  When lamplight brightened the streets for us to zoom by On our treasured Vespa, which swirled on hometown paths For a trip to the ice-cream parlour in town Or to the lighthouse to watch the distant lit ships Nothing can replace my nostalgia which takes the crown. ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu

To sport my feminity and confidence in equal measures Hold my head up high in the face of disasters To every person who thinks I'm a dainty maiden I've proven time n' again I can rebuild my kingdom Break me, shake me, put me in a fix I'll rise again from my ashes like the glorious Phoenix!   ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu

For October, also a month of Domestic Violence Awareness 💜 Dusk rolls out on the lavender fields,  The sky ribboned with heather, mauve and colours of berries A shimmering violet cradle for diamond dust sprinkles Tear-drop petals of lupine and periwinkles  Carpet the path of Tuscan vineyards,  The quietude in the iris swathed valley paused as sangria flutes tinkle The sweeping gossamer trails of my lilac gown; a wreath of fragile orchids as my crown  Purple has many memories, the welts too in my heart buried deep down. Pic Courtesy: Pixabay ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Prabhu