Sangeetha Kamath

                AND WE ALL FALL DOWN! Willow Grove  November,1980 First, there were the letters. No identification, no stamp. The content inside was a single sheet of stark white paper and a single line which said, 'Own up before it's too late.' Taking it as a prank by the neighborhood kids, Drake would tear them into shreds and toss them into the trash bin. And then, the spate of harassment began. The letters wouldn't stop. As much as he ignored them, they arrived daily. The same single line, in every letter.  The houses here in Willow Grove were few and far between. Taking angry strides while fuming at the letter in hand, he faced the desolate, winding road in front of his gate, hurling abuses at no one in particular. He didn't dare go to the authorities, for fear that they would in turn, question him and dig up his past to see what he was supposed to 'own up' to. The letters were always hand delivered and that was worrying.  Returning to this country afte

                          OMEGA  And we knew this would come to an end Every day, every moment, every uphill road and every bend Set in gold, a whisper of a dream embroidered on organza, regally  Letting go of everything, feeling free and light finally  A journey in multiple frames of chronicling and leaving  There are seasons of happy endings Cozy fireplaces to reminisce summer laughter lilting Autumn in her carnival clothes breathtaking  Walking miles in the arid deserts, I had a thousand reasons to go A million to stay  In search of warmer kingdoms to escape November freeze Migrating are a convoy of starlings and geese Timeless! No beginning, no end Pieces of me are everywhere, I never went away  Watching a thousand sunsets, horizons streaked in ribbons of blazing glitter  With promises of a prussian canvas and diamond dust splatter Stars sizzle to a vapor at dawn, retreating and coy Giving way to marmalade fires, the trick is to draw inspiration from the sky! Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

                       KONNICHIWA  Poets, writers, lyricists and composers You led me into your magical world of  emotions, sentiments, thoughts and fears A month we spent on weaving words together On a single prompt everyday which brought  us as friends much closer Appreciation and emojis of hugs, love, hearts and surprises Virtual fingertips gently wiped away sorrow, anxiety and tears Witty and hilarious pieces were like a much needed manna on careworn day NaPoWriMo ends today, tomorrow's just a another boring 'Manic Monday'  It does feel like a send-off from college Good times will rock and roll again soon but April was the exquisite privilege Walking the sun-scorched days next week, meeting you all was something I looked forward to every morn,  I'll be back to my grind so bleak Reminding myself this strand of pearls is still intact  We'll have another stage to play our part and interact A meeting like we never parted A sweet reunion right from where we started L