Sangeetha Kamath

                                   WINGS OF FLAME  In slivers and fragments as my sleep tiptoes, did I do right or wrong my heart needles… Some skies are born of black holes and tempest wreck,  There glitters not a ray of light, nor a speck When curtains turbid hold all light hostage,  Sandstorms, hailstorms, dust storms, snowstorms, windstorms assail and ravage Spanning my wings as a raging fire  Or as a mellow glow of a fairy light in the distant darkness, quite debonaire I'll ignite my spark from within like a star born into itself spurting lava Or explode leaving trails of cosmic dust like a Supernova I will be the Sun creating galaxies and many a constellation.  Or burn like a single flame of the candle to keep my hopes and dreams alive with determination! I will be in my own pace I will be whoever and whatever I want to be—in my own race Collapse, crash and crumble! B...

                                 TUMPLEWUMPLE Mr.Tumplewumple had a fabulous Sunday coat Which got chewed on by a very hungry goat His murmur and mutter His stammer and stutter Got cured when he saw his tattered coat. But all of a sudden his heart missed a beat His eyes widened and he got two cold feet "Who are you!" he shrieked "It's only you.." the mirror squeaked Fortunately Tumplewumple recovered in a drumbeat. All of a sudden, Tumplewumple's running around in a circle His stew of crabs, mussels and cockle With a smattering of chili flakes and shredded cheese Alongside a platter of roast turkey and geese Was too spicy, so he looked about for his pot of honey and treacle. Tumplewumple spots a grotesque lizard Who's nonchalantly sitting on the table mat of jacquard  Squealing wildly Tumplewumple hesitantly did approach  Eat the fat lizard, he beseeched a passing cockroach Roguish the creepy ...

He was adorable with a mop of chestnut brown silken hair  In his pools of eyes I could drown,   They would light up when I called him my cuddly teddy bear Long walks in the park  Counting stars plenty on nights cool and dark Menacing he became when he spotted a pesky stranger My knight in shining armor he was, shielding me from every danger I spoke a different language and so did he Time went by idyllic and carefree His funny tricks and antics made me laugh and guffaw A friend forever I had, when I said I Love You Cuddly Bear replied bow-wow-wow-wooow Pic Courtesy:ArtoonsInn Poetry Parlour ©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

                                              SHE LIGHTS ME UP  The hallways and chambers of the ancestral mansion are bathed in an orange sheen cast by the setting sun. Soon, it will be awash with the palest of hues as twilight streaks the sky. A faint fragrance of Parijat flowers floats in from the backyard. Through the wide windows overlooking the garden, I see her sitting under the blossoming tree. Although lost in thoughts, her fingers are deftly weaving the flowers to adorn her hair.  I hear the tinkle of her anklets approaching me from where I'm sprawled out, suspended from the high ceiling in all my splendor, crystal pendants chiming softly in the light breeze and casting prismatic splashes on the marble floor. She lowers me down to light my candles. I'm facing her now. Romila, the lady of this mansion. An ethnic beauty with an oval face and pools of ...