STARDUST IN MY EYES

In a garden full of flitting butterflies and flickering fireflies

Lying down on picnic mats and dreaming of the summers gone by,

Gazing at airplanes flying in the sky so high!

My songs are all about the sun, stars and the moon shining bright

Rainy days saw me splashing in puddles

Winter, in warm quilts and snug fleece bundles

A home lit by fireplaces and cozy light of candles

Running through sweet, wet grass on a summer day

Ice cubes tinkled in tall jugs of fruit punch and lemonade

Daisies and dandelions were my wreath and crown

Tucking every wildflower in my hair and playing until sundown

Every grove, meadow and stream

Lent me tender memories and many sweet dreams

Take me home to yesterday, a childhood studded with rhinestones and daintily woven macrame

When I was happy sailing paper boats in my wonderland, spangled with dewdrops and rime.

I have stumbled into this world, my eyes sparkling with a stardust sheen

As my palms clutched at a pearly moonbeam,

I patiently look up at the sky to see

If Witches fly on brooms on Halloween

Or Santa Claus glides by with his reindeers in a sleigh of coral sheen

I had read about Tinkerbell and the shimmery wings of fairies

Thinking how thrilling it must be, to be able to fly across the starry nights and kaleidoscopic galaxies

I had read about Wendy, Casper, Peter Pan with great enthrall,

Fairies of Summer, Fairies of Spring, ones of Winter and even those of Fall.

Flower fairies, Tree Fairies and fairies of every kind…

Even about witches, the ones who, to Snow-white, Rapunzel Sleeping Beauty, were unkind.

It was a dreamy world. It was a fairy world.

Every Daisy, Bluebell or Buttercup might have a fairy hiding in them,I was told.

Not one to feel down if I don't,

I'd create a fairy tale of my own

Their gowns I'd imagine with satin, ribbons, laces and frill

Even palaces and happy kingdoms where songbirds would all day trill.

Pic Courtesy Image by GrumpyBeere from Pixabay

Comments

HOME AND HIBERNATION

And out of nowhere came this madness to wreck mayhem in my already topsy turvy world! Tickets back to Singapore were initially booked on the Chennai transit (why of all the cities?) Because of the shortest layover I could muster, given my still delicate health conditions and which was never even an intentional choice in all my 23 years of travel to and from Singapore. This had to be it even though I was on unfamiliar grounds. But Luck seemed to have a mind of it's own and turned its back on me when Fenjal decided to crash bang in the middle of orderly events, a day before my intended day of travel. When destiny's favorite child was shielded by Baba and his blessings, even Luck had to bow down and retreat in haste. **** Roused from my siesta with a sense of a peculiar dimness and chill , a far cry from the usually sunny and blinding brightness of humid Mangalore, I couldn't help but have that niggling feeling at the back of my mind. Checking on the flight updates for IXE-M...

IRONCLAD

I trudged through withered bracken and the frosted winter parade As ice-storms swept across a barren, icicle'd glade A hushed midnight and the gloomy woods were bathed in a dull pallor of the gibbous moon Melodies lamented and moaned an endless, melancholic tune ‘Twas a lone walk through pastures of wilted blooms Solitude was a friend in the summers of honey breath in the deep green woods Swept away by the currents or blown away by the torrents As twilight lazily rested on hillocks and in the amaranthine dells Like a laden cloud I cascaded down when the load was a dead weight I had gathered pieces of myself and strung them together with a parched wreath Pensive was the boon of listening to rumbling whispers Like a dimpling stream I flowed and carved my own trails Like the ocean arose and crashed to write my own fate, Letting the sun guide my way and the moon shine on my rugged path Now I ask all the pulsing stars to sing of my struggles, The forests to hum...

SECOND LIFE SECOND BIRTHDAY

I finally muster the energy, the grit and the emotional embrace to write about it. When life socked the daylights out of me in ways that I never imagined, I looked on the upside of it as a divine intervention and a another miracle to add to my list in this year 2024 which went down the memory highway full throttle ahead. July 7, Dear Diary is a day which left a distinct mark. A day when my father had a coronary follow up and I not only went along, but also had a check up done for myself. This was a couple of days after my visit to Sai Mandir where Sai Baba guided me to go for a cardiogram. A strong inner voice, authoritative yet kind, a heightened intuition, call it what I may, rang in a manner that couldn't be ignored. That said and done, I had a consultation with my father's doc who did my ECG and ECHO. Minutes flew by in deafening silence when he finally finished the tests and to my horror bluntly revealed that I have an ASD. A 38mm hole in my heart. I was advised to go f...

SAPPHIRE POOLS (DAY 3, POST 1)

Glinting sunlight off jeweled pools of sapphire Shimmering in the vast aridness of coppery fire Fringed with a viridescent canopy of trees fig and fronds of palm A sanctuary for birds and animals to splash about, it's a soothing balm Scorched and parched, my soles trudge on the sun baked grains Seeking respite from the bleeding crimson fireball, stranded I remain Mounting sand dunes, slipping, tumbling, sinking Scraped and raw, peeling sunburnt skin Veils of illusion lifts from fleeting dreams and hollow shine Fading hues of paradise around reduced to shriveled creepers and withering vines Imperial silver puddles on blazing bronze sand Deceived again by the phantom of the parched land Visions and charms swirl like a mist under a chrome moon Conjuring sprites of the desert weave mirages of oasis and lagoons Sailing across a barren horizon are walls of crystal waves No water lilies and wild roses unfurl under these mystic skies. ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

TULIP-O'-PURPLE

TULIP-O'-PURPLE The flower you sent me stands tall in a vase of porcelain The bud clammed close concealing drops of rain It holds a promise of a lavender refrain The silken petals of webbed lilac veins The stalk a mossy green reminds me of meadows The long walks in the Alps and valleys below I conjure up woodlands and dappled sunset glow Purple is my favourite colour you always know The delicate bloom of sweet fragrance Reminds me of an amethyst of lustrous brilliance Swaying in the summer breeze it yearns for a dance A single Tulip in a vase takes a ballerina stance Blooming in full two days later Invites butterflies all aflutter As precious as a fairytale dream It is tinged at the tips in hues of clotted cream Purple is soon brown---a colour of wither... A hardbound diary is used to press and preserve Along with the card and cheri...

Sangeetha Kamath

Search This Blog