Sangeetha Kamath

Frayed tassels of chambray thresh in the wind Burrowing in veils of forsaken glades The mists engulf her, a curse upon the naiveté  Drumming thunder and thudding hooves Mingled with retracing screeches of the chariot wheels Heavy as water, grief cascades on her Swept away by the currents of churning disaster  Gravel and sand swirled with ferocity Ripping foolhardy hearts with bayonets Prodding the dark blue to serenade her once more Last drop from her oasis taken, her ocean to restore The clouds are dizzy humming a ditty Orion bleeds tears for the faithful beauty Flaxen verses sing her name Whilst hayfields are buried under drifting snow Splintered love is now in an icicle cage Daring everyone with a Medusa gaze…  Pic Courtesy:ArtoonsInn Poetry Parlour ©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

OPALINE ROSE  Twinkling eyes met demure ones  On a February noon shimmering in melting snow Tulips and violins serenaded me On the brink of rapture and ecstasy, You became my poetic galaxy sequinned and studded with idyllic verses  In a mantle of euphoric utopia I traversed Out of this world our love belongs,  Until death do us part we'd vowed Thanking my lucky stars I always began my day Oceans and seas I could cross to be with you anywhere Frangible hearts pulsing as you gave me a bouquet of lilies Prized our love was under eventide skies,  Everlasting the romance is meant to be Made in heaven it was said to be Orchestra was a crescendo as we waltzed and champagne flutes clinked Of diamonds and amethysts were our wedding rings In gardens of orchids and dainty violet  Nightingales sang us madrigals dulcet Under skies of the burgeoning opaline rose Fairytales were retold until dawn limbered in, in streaks of primrose Benevolent were your eyes when you looked at me Sweeping me off

When stars swim on the heather dome And spires of fir shimmer in the pale ochre light Windless nights hold my dreams on golden clouds Harps of minstrels strum these woods asleep Dappled with dew, the pearly strands on gossamer webs Sparkles in my cinereal eyes as the dawn breaks Blazing butterflies in summer, robins red and cardinals in December  Perfumes of pine tousle my windswept titian hair Filigreed ribbons of purple noons Gaze upon thirsting flowers in a tapering gloom On fertile prairies and barren moors Moth wings sizzle under a blood moon Wild wailing voices from the waning shadows Blemish the stillness of my ebony woods Spells of Eden flow through us Tyranny of mirages runs it's course Sweet was our failed garden, a paradise now in ruins Glistening in an ice storm with tarnished sirens endlessly burning… Pic Courtesy: ArtoonsInn Poetry Parlour  ©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

                                                             COLD SWEAT  In this dark storeroom, the staccato gives me anxiety. I realize it's the thudding of my heart!  In this room where there are shapes in monochrome, the daylight could once bring brilliant fuchsia or deepest scarlet, but for now it could be a still from an old movie. The door doesn't budge. With darkness all around, the silhouettes are menacing, closing in!  Four walls…ceiling…floor. How long have I been screaming? My throat hurts...Water… I noticed how time is so much like water; that it can pass in slow motion, freeze, or zoom in the blink of an eye. The past few minutes had passed like a million frames per second. In this slow time-bubble my heart  explodes in my chest, my skin is clammy as I lean against a wall.  Outside this room is rubble from the massive earthquake which hit us out of the blue. There is nothing here to even mark time. Would someone come and find me in fifteen minutes or two hours… or

You're the chorus of every song Lilting to the notes of operas  Crashing like wild waves upon the rocks Fading to a soothe of a chant in monotone Upon the brine speckled air raw and heady Courses the shrill of seagulls squawking Cryptic cries echo your name Across the ocean on alien shores As warmth comes upon my soles From rocks and pebbles sun baked at high noon Scribbled promises on sand erased by wind and time Moonwake on the rippling froth dancing at my feet Are my Cinderella glass slippers, my gown drenched argent Sailing on dreams of many nights I'm await to embark on your harbour, here I come... May the stars guide me on calm waters In stormy winds, Poseidon be my protector! Pic Courtesy: ArtoonsInn Poetry Parlour  ©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

  In the carousel of the skies and painted unicorn-shaped clouds Love is a merry-go-round and churning ferris wheel  My wayward heart's in a dizzy spin Around us the evening sun in apricot shine If you fade on me like the sinking sun Be my steady darkness of a soothing chrysalis  I would trade a thousand fuchsia sunrises For the solemn twilight indigos  From which blooms the opal rose The swelling starlight a pulsing firework If not a majestic dazzle,  I'm content with your mellow comfort Let me drown in the rain in your heart And create a rainbow on the shimmering pewter Tonight, I close my eyes locking you in my dreams  Cold embers reviving, burning warm and deep. Pic Courtesy: ArtoonsInn Poetry Parlour  ©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

REVIEWING:  THE SORCERY OF THE SENSES AUTHOR: TANIMA DAS MITRA GENRE: FANTASY/THRILLER Spanning multiple timelines, civilizations and eras, the Sorcery Of The Senses takes you on a surreal journey right from the prologue. This saga explores significant past lives of our protagonist Dhruv who embarks upon a quest to find a fabled, mysterious stone with the help of 'The Senses'. The five senses are personified and they,  as Dhristi and Sparsha give Dhruv glimpses of his incarnations where he has the possession of the stone, but loses it everytime due to situations which are not in his control. Sometimes, destiny was at play and sometimes human greed and envy. This in turn gives us the sub-plots and chapters of Ghriz and M0ng where the story unravels further. Cleverly crafted right down from the  names of the characters, towns and locales in each of the distinct episodes, the author has even devised an entire new fictional language for them which is apt for the scenarios.  Be it a

  Riding through gales and howling winds Bludgeoning blizzards tremble  At the fury blazing in her eyes Dripping valour from winy red fingertips Not all girls are sugar and spice Empires were vanquished and monsters quelled Donning black velvet gowns with dark lace tasseled   Savage as a lone wolf swishing double edged swords,  Warrior with a radiant rage wearing  Iron scales and tempests in her hair Blurring knights in armor, she's a deluge of lava Hauling a quiver full of silver tipped arrows Crests and guilds name her a wild hunter! A dragon she became of conquered thrones Oh History! Tonight sleeps in the circle of your arms Sinking into blissful dreams  Content for the triumph and the woman that she is ! Pic Courtesy:ArtoonsInn Poetry Parlour ©️ Sangeetha Kamath