Sangeetha Kamath

                              SHADOWS I feel, oh yes I do!  Indifference is what I feel for you Oh no! The opposite of love is not hate Indifference is the apt word, you heard that right Without a second thought, without a second glance I decided right then and there you didn't deserve a second chance! Self respect is a priority,  Head held high, today I walk with dignity Some may call it pride, some may label it my arrogance I wear it like my second skin, I call it indifference My heart doesn't melt, neither does it skip a beat I don't stand at crossroads, don't wait for me to grovel at your feet Strangers we are today in a crowd of people If I knew you once, I've deleted you from my memory without a scruple In the light we're only dark shadows A mirage in the hot deserts where rivers don't flow Unwrapping you from every photograph laminated Discarding every page and sheet which had my life cluttered L...

                  STANZAS AND VERSES Imagination is poetry in verses, stanzas in the songs When we'd like to think to the stars the moon belongs A fireball of tangerine we call the sun Sprinkle of diamond dust, the stars dipping in the horizon The shadows long and deep  Look like monsters on the floor about to crawl and creep Fireflies are glittering crowns of angels from the realm celestial  Butterflies and dragonflies on gossamer wings faeries in disguise mystical The ocean depths hide a jewel studded place for mermaids and dophins The coral reefs their garden in the shimmering aquamarine  Sonnets and Haikus are laden with imagination Abstract thoughts are written in free verse with rhyme and reason Moonlight and music are like magic spells Imagination runs riot when I seek a tiny fairy hidden in buttercups or the opulent bluebells Raindrops become rhythmic and the sunshine therapeutic Colors and hues of the sunset look mesm...

  GAUZY SHIMMER  The night was restless, silent and too long Excitedly waiting for a new dawn to arrive with her chirpy song Shedding the sable cloak off her shoulders Darkness rolls from the arms of the moon alabaster  Brave is the sky when the moon disappears  Vanishing from sight, the twinkling stars too coyly obscures Wriggling like a newborn from a fleece blanket The rays washes the frills of clouds in crimson and scarlet Gauzy shimmer appears on the horizon And I see a sliver of crest of the rising sun Gliding across the sky lazily, the tangerine fireball shimmers brightly Rising over treetops and bathing the rooftops nascently The air is perfumed as buds and blooms joyously unfurl The mild gusts of breeze ruffles the waves of my tousled curls The apricot sky breaks into splashes of colors, ribbons and streaks I watch the new day waltz in to paint all my dreams. ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Pic Courtesy: Pixabay 

                       ROCK AND PILLAR  I may be falling apart in a hundred different ways But it's a promise I make to myself, to wake up with a smile on my face The mirror shows me that I'm happy And it's a staggering transformation in a jiffy My world may be in shambles, my rock and pillar in ruins Head held high, I stride briskly, with my mettle and gaiety as my steadfast jewels The promises that we make, the words that lay in our wake It's a resolution to bring discipline into my routine for my own sake To shine wherever I go, whether brightly or like a mellow glow If not the dazzling sun, I must sparkle softly like the distant star than nothing or none Recalling my ten year old self that I would rise again after scraping a knee, Bruises and falls didn't stop me then from scaling a wall or a low tree The dark clouds will on some days surely my fortitude blot I promise myself that I will try one more time, never say th...

                    JAR OF MOONBEAMS  Standing at the crossroads I look to my left and then to my right It's here where the magic happens and my wand sparkles bright It's a bend in the road in the middle of a thicket Surrounded by tall trees and rolling fog which dims the gloaming and indigo twilight  Under the twinkling velvet sky I watch and wait To collect moonbeams in a jar and stardust on a golden plate Path beyond the crossroads show me the bigger picture Patience is the key for dilemma at this juncture There ain't no road signs nor any map I have to chart my own course and work through these gaps It's a one way street, there's no rewind on the track The road to my past is a closed chapter there's no looking back Untrodden paths may hold a fortune great  My luck might turn for the better, go forth I must with a confident gait Destination is a reward for the arduous journey Crossroads are only a pit stop to shed my w...

                      UNDER THE STARS  Sweet blessing away from city lights and noisy crowds Gliding lazily above me with only cotton candy citrine clouds Far as the eye can see green fields stretching for miles The only music is the chirping and cooing of songbirds all the while Dipping my feet in a bubbling brook and Forgetting myself and living in the moment Inhaling the fragrant pine scented air Feeling the mountain breeze in my tousled hair Spending my time unseen, unknown away from attention Longing for these days to come to fruition In my own lil world where I'm at peace To set my heart free from it's winter's freeze Silence is a beauty where I come together Solitude is my companion whom I forever treasure Solitude is a place where I put my emotions to rest Content I am to sleep soundly under the stars, quite blessed! ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Pic Courtesy: Pixabay 

                     A ROAD PASSING THROUGH  The town was old and familiar A footpath---muddy, bare of asphalt leading to the woods around the corner  Hovels were at a dead end here Peddlers stretched themselves for a sweet rest after selling their wares Quiet and shady was the bumpy ground Away from all the noise and every jarring sound Lying here, face upturned, blue cloudless skies embraced the world Dreamily, unaware of what was to come The little town carried on until they heard an unusual thrum Planes whizzed by, in dozens they counted Some sat frozen and some made for the woods as panic mounted Running helter-skelter to the screeches shrill Their blood ran cold as trees were torn down and in half they split Townsfolk didn't stand a chance, homes were wiped and everything looked disheveled  The bumpy footpath was strewn with corpses and finally stood levelled. ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Pic Courtesy: Pixabay 

                      COLOUR ME RED  Maybelline, L'oreal and Revlon Watched me from behind a glass door quite forlorn It was the lockdown season To wear them I hadn't a tiny reason Cooped up at home indefinitely I too would gaze back at them dejectedly My pals and buddies who lent me their colour Will I ever get to use them again, I would wonder Sangria was called Grape Ruby Crimson, the Dragon's Fury Scarlet was my life--- Cola Cherry Burgundy was Plum Merry! Looking at the golden and silver tubes studded  In their glass cages they stood quite abandoned  Reds and Pinks regaling in every flavour of berry They'd made me look so lively and pretty. ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Pic Courtesy:Pixabay 

                            MEMENTO She was partially blind and was waiting eagerly at the railway platform quite a distance away. His family had come to see him off as he was leaving town for his dream job in the big city.  She had brought along a parting gift for him and it was going to be an unforgettable memento! He came to the door for a final wave to his family standing at quite some distance from her. As the train trudged passed her before gaining speed, his eyes widened with a fleeting recognition. Wasting no time, she took the can of Fluoroantimonic Acid from her handbag and sprayed it right into his eyes! He had used a cheap, indigenous one on her some months back, leaving her writhing in pain. She had completely lost sight in one of her eyes and one side of her face was scarred and shrivelled, resembling a raisin.  Today, she'd made sure that he definitely wouldn't get a second glance. A second c...

BROWNIES  I had always wished that my eyes were the blue of the river Or the deep violet of the pretty flower Why weren't they a sparkling green colour  With gold specks glinting in the sunshine of summer Making me look intelligent and clever? No, it's not even sable or black like onyx gems  Piercing and stunning you with a glance Instead they were a brown… Not a honey, chestnut or hazel in which you could drown It wouldn't remind you of decadent chocolates or a garnet crown Of the rain drenched mud they were a mahogany  You couldn't find moonbeams dancing in them to an autumn symphony A shimmering crystal ball sure it ain't  But in them I hold a gift and many a talent Unusual they are, that I assure They can see through your soul and read the future. ©️ Sangeetha Kamath Pic Courtesy:Pixabay