Sangeetha Kamath

                        CERAUNOPHILIA  Crackling neon pink streaks through livid billowing clouds Electric webs impales the overcast metal grey shrouds Stormy clime is brewing and spiralling  Lightning dances and zips amidst thunder rolling Mighty strikes from the raging skies Tridents thrown by furious Gods are these white hot silent chimes Rummaging and weaving through a dense mantle Flashes of silver and chaos of the heavens in a wrathful tangle Howling winds and rhythmic pelting rain Rumbling clappers, the welkin is a tapestry of sizzling veins Surreal flares whizzes blazing a trail for miles On a stormy night I watch this magical show, I'm a true blue ceraunophile. ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Pic Courtesy: Pixabay 

                           REGAL PAGEANT  Wading through a sea of people, searching for your face I find A muse to write on, in my poet's mind Maps and constellations don't lead me to you Neither do flashing lights or signals new In a serene garden I wait for the butterfly Or the quiet zephyr that comes rolling by Frosted winter nights and icy blue skies Snowflakes now drip in the chilling daylight The countryside pasture and deep gorges with wildflowers Gossamer wreaths of mists on snow peaked mountain towers In gloom of a moor and gray turbid fog Fireplaces crackle amid the gales sweetest songs The moon glows on my face and stars twinkle in my eyes brightly The pearly planets swim merrily in an ocean of galaxy Nightingales and larks chirp ballads and memories are unlocked Raw emotions thread their way into a heart, long parched  Snuggling in silence, I want to hear my own voice Away from dinning city mobs and throbbing noise The stillness beckons me to see nature's beauty