Sangeetha Kamath

                  A KITTY CALLED UTTAM-2 Mewlooo my most ardent fan girl,  Heard from my Momma Yani that you were missing my letters terribly. Well, life happened! Relocation to Jamshedpur was purely taxing on a tiny kitty soul like mine. Nine lives, yes, but what do I tell you? I write to you with trembling paws.  I flew! Of course not literally, but on a plane! Momma Yani tried her utmost best to keep my carrier with her, but dang it all! The airlines have rules they said. A harmless mewling like me who likes to be in the company of hoomans was cast aside into the cargo! Can you imagine that, Sangeetha? I heard from Momma Yani that you were quite indignant too when you came to know of this atrocity.  Rats! Yes, that's right! I've appealed to Holy Bastet to make them rats in all their lives and I will hunt each one of them down and...Crunch! Munch! Gulp! Slurp!  Turn away from the gore, Sangeetha. Ain't I meowly funny? Ma...

 

In the inky velvet darkness, your love was born of stardust sparkle A ray on the path which guided me to you, in a pulsing twinkle The glorious pink sunbeams of dappled pools on the cobblestoned diadem  Warmed my heart which was a shackled cold-cut gem Your love was a unicorn of magical colours A fairytale of kingdoms with fairies and pixie dust downpours! A radiant rainbow shining through the rain-kissed breeze A holy grail which restored my life that was a tapestry of tangled filigrees  I saw the cherry glow sunset skies with whole new different eyes The moonshine was silver spangled wonderland with you by my side The starlight spoke of songs long forgotten Old melodies were restored and new medleys were written The long summer days saw the flicker of candlelight dinners And wintry nights snuggled in quilts, the  fireplace casting warm glows--stunners! The sun rose each day with an elegance of utmost brilliance The moon rejoiced with us in a mellow incandescence The dia...

             KIT 'N KAT KRAZY KAMATH  #ArtoonsInnSmuse #RandomAnimalPOV #KITKITTY Yowl…! You scared the bejeebers outta me, man! Why would you sneak up on a poor alley kitty like that! Made my puny heart go at a thundering speed towards the end of my nine lives.  Good grief! Anyway, Meowlllo! Name's Kamath…Kit Kamath. (Kit, short for kitty. And Kamath 'cause I spend my idle time in the Kamath household) I don't sport James Bond's Walthers though, only his signature dialogue. My razor sharp claws rip brocades into shreds before bullets can whizz ! Sit back and I'll regale you with my shenanigans. *** On a bright, sunny morning, after chasing away squirrels and crows from 'my' territory, I had curiously entered the house next door to meet the new neighbours.  "Eeeeeeks! Fox!... Mongoose!" A squeal made my eight lives jump right outta me. What the heck, woman! I'm a cat!  Woman? No ! Think I'll call you a 'goose' here after. How wo...

                       Woven with thread and twine of vivid hue A friendship bracelet is tied on the wrist of a pal true The world turns topsy-turvy, the path is a maze You can't make it out of the mist and your vision is a haze Lost at sea and tossed by the tempestuous wind You grapple at air, in the darkness nothing you find Like the warmth of the first ray of sunshine In walks a friend, like an angel sent by the divine Hauling you out from the dense quicksand They lead you up a path steady and grand Worry no more, I'm here they say Words of wisdom and comfort they generously give away A Tete a Tete with them is all you need To feel fine again and positive indeed Filling you with a joy like never before You feel sprightly and chirpy even more Like benevolent moonlight replete with shine and shimmer They appear like a rainbow in the sky, a tiara of vibrant glimmer. Pic Courtesy: Pixabay  ©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

                      NO MERCY! #ArtoonsInnWritersRoom #Smuse #Vampire GENRE: GOTHIC  Screaming and struggling, she was  dragged to the pyre. The manic crowd hauled her over a stake and shackled her to it. As the men piled more bracken around her, the women hollered, "Burn! Heathen!" There was a roar of victory as the lit torch was flung into the kindling. The flames danced with a celebration of its own along with the barbaric mob.  Her eyes were terror stricken and her mouth was frozen in a wordless gasp as the flames started lacing the tips of her boots and kept rising to her feet.  She strained against the metal, even as her wails and shrieks were drowned in a flood of clangor and ruckus.  The uproar and sacrificial drumbeats reached a blood-curdling crescendo to match the intensity of the raging fire. Her lips formed unheard words—" I'm not a vampire. You're all mistaken. I don't deserve to die like this...

  Theme: Meandering thru the Meadows                      SILKEN CONFETTI July sun brings with it a masterpiece of green and honeyed stalks Wildflowers in the meadows and satiny clover carpets our walks Summer is a ballroom which invites all the belles Like a true love's kiss, primroses bloom blushing tangerine at the tips Poppies stand in contrast against the green A brilliant hue which rivals the summer sun like a diva in velvety sheen Upon the knolls the daisies sway and waltz to the choir of the zephyr Rabbits scamper about my feet in all frolic and fervour Every bloom of aster is a riot of purples and magenta Petals of silk brush against me like exotic fabrics taffeta From the rain-drenched mud sprout golden clusters  Buttery blooms of radiant yellows a muse for poets and songwriters Meadows are a happy song of spring orchestra  Green waves splattered with polka dots of varicoloured plethora  Meandering thro...