Sangeetha Kamath

           TO THE MOON AND NEVER BACK  Like the moon, she harboured a side to her so dark and cold  Where the even the sun couldn't burn on it and the stars failed to shine.  She waxed and waned, eclipsed at times,  Even put on a show in her brimming opaline incandescence.  Pic Courtesy: Pixabay  ©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

                      THE HOLY GRAIL  The boulevards were gilded with gold, yet all roads don't lead to Oz  The picture perfect sky above was a shimmering puddle of the brightest hue A placid lake of cornflower blue but not for long  When twilight descends with saturnine indigo and onyx songs Springtime of powder puff clouds and Sakura blooms  Make way for the coronation of the snow queen and her icy rain Pewter skies rumble and shrouds the cityscape with a glacial cloak Mustering a ounce of valor the shy wintry sun peeking at the horizon cast a glow in a diluted tint of apricot  In the throes of a wanderlust I set out to catch the elusive beam It was always just of reach even from the highest rocky tops and snow-clad peaks The terrain rose to meet my soles, the blizzards catapulting me further Towards the autumn light and across distant shores of oceans voluminous,  With a golden compass on a quest so uncanny,  To seek a greener patch of grass was a futile journ