Sangeetha Kamath

  Catherine Rose Manoshi Bose I can hear you tiptoeing, yes.  Gently pirouetting through lyrical lanes You sing the songs going through my head  Giving them the right expressions of what I want to say.  Your dulcet renditions of songs of eras gold In a hypnotic trance has me in binding hold A package of talent multitude, poetry is your ace game Makes me want to come back and reread the same With a heart of gold and generous with compliments You've always appreciated my amateurish and novice writings of sentiments This next prompt which is an ode to a poet I admire, 👍👍🌈 Sayonara it's not, 'cause my footprints will always follow you, seeking you, your poetry, to emulate your style and elan I'm the answer to the question you ask— "What is the colour of poetry?" It's a wonderful hue called Manoshi ethereally extraordinary I'm the watered down pastel version of the same, I look up to you with my eyes starry Your mellifluous odes and poesy enraptured and ...

#Day 30 #ArtoonsinnPoetryParlour #Napowrimo2022                               BRAVA! 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 as friends much closer Days and nights were spent appreciating and giving emojis of hugs and hearts Sorrows and tears were cathartic wiped away by virtual fingertips gentle… Witty and hilarious pieces were like a much needed manna on a careworn day NaPoWriMo ends today, tomorrow's just a another boring Sunday😢 Why does it feel like a send-off from college? Will good times rock and roll again soon or April was the exquisite privilege? I will walk the sun-scorched days next week Meeting you all was something I looked forward to every morn, now I'm back to my grind so bleak Sayonara I don't say, only Konnichiwa Ladies you all...

# Day 29 #ArtoonsinnPoetryParlour #NaPoWriMo2022 Prompt # Write a poem which ends in a question                    Work from home! That being said, I only need an alarm at dawn to prepare breakfast before Home Based Lessons start. After which, I don’t need any clocks in my house nor do I have to keep time… until noon, my thudding heart! For, exactly at 8.a.m. every day, a shrill jarring female voice spilling over with annoyance rends through the silence... Unfortunately from the apartment facing right across my bedrooms, the darned disturbance! For the next 4 hours, I can be rest assured of an unrelenting, whopping migraine and the non-stop varied sopranos of this angry,  operatic yelling Amid her pauses and also along with her as a chorus, there ensues another miniature version of her voice full of tantrums and stubborn bawling. Keeping her front door wide open, the shrieking female voice reaches a crescendo Like the final beat of...