Sangeetha Kamath

                             SWEVEN  Castle walls and turrets in a tinsel of stained glass  House curling wisps, pale ghosts of yesteryears in a slow dance with the infinite stars A riddle born of crusted ink, she's fragments of history,   rhythm and lyrics, a floating sweven of poetry  There's a fierce winter in her heart where the glaciers don't thaw Soundless lullabies are stinging echoes, at times howling blizzards against gusts of snow Gold trimmed sarcophagus and oceans of lapis lazuli Weave silken strands of summery cobalt to cocoon her heart gauzy Roadmaps to destiny were dilapidated jigsaw pieces and ingots of serrated edges Time! Oh vile thief! Scorched on her soul, etched on her mind, coursing through her veins– a stagnant, potent ache Crocheting splintered memories more distant than the Orion Impaling obsidian, sometimes as soft as a black swan's down  Skies drenched in ivor...

                              UNTAMED  The wheels churn faster careening on a gravel path Rattling and shaking the carriage of thoughts drawn by wild horses of wrath They don't stop, the reins are out of reach, I hold on unyielding and rigid in my stance, Needles and thorns gashing my skin raw as I tear through bramble bushes haphazard and askance! It's a rollercoaster ride gaining momentum  A merry-go-round spinning at dizzying whirl and racing whizz Haywire I go flitting through the frames of past, present and future A thinker I am running through labyrinths and sinking deeper in a quagmire  Remorse and regrets gnaw away at my sunlight and forty winks The moon is at its zenith urging me to catch up with beauty sleep It's a trailblazer spurting droplets of fire, a tsunami threatening to engulf the roads, woodlands and every shire Tempo and crescendo of my overthinking consumes me Gloom descends s...