Sangeetha Kamath

[Flowers, Jewellery, Sunshine,Tea,Candles,Stone,Water,Shoes, Song, Birds] use all or any of these words to write a poetry.                               HYGGE Dead flowers and withered petals tell a story long forgotten They had once bloomed majestically in the toasting sunshine in all their revelry Moulding us, the lessons learnt were necessary Cherishing each experience and preserving them as potpourri I light aromatherapy candles of rosemary and lavender Indulging in supreme hygge while I sip tea steeped in chamomile and ginger Leaving no stone unturned for self-love and self-care Walking away from drama in my blue suede shoes and high heeled boots,  The only sounds you'll hear are staccato clickety-clacks, I give two hoots! Flitting like a songbird from bud to flower A magpie I am collecting shimmer and shine for my sanctuary and bower It's water under the bridge as I let people and places fade away wil...

                                SNUG Dewdrops on bluebells and butterflies on roses Soaking in the first rays of sunlight in healthy doses Mornings with a mug of freshly brewed coffee  And late afternoons with a book in hand and cups of chamomile tea With chocolate chip cookies and slices of cheesecake The little joys of life which in my kitchen I bake Stretching and dancing to feel alive Sometimes a Zumba, a jig, a salsa or jive Read and writing is my foremost go to Mysteries and intrigue to discover a hidden clue Moon drenched skies and starry nights Dinner and soothing music with a candlelight  Long walks and deep talks with pals and gals Wandering through the malls, nature trails or open air stalls Picnics and camping in the heart of nature Cozy moments are like these which I always treasure. Pic Courtesy:Pixabay ©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

                         MONARCHY OF REVERIE In a garden of bowers, fountains and wisteria arbors  A hopeless dreamer I was under an onyx sky of a million tiny twinkling stars Like a nymph under a melon moon glow, wearing an orchid wreath in my hair  Pirouetting in tulle gowns sequinned with hydrangea  My love songs were the rock and the jazz Twirling with you under jasper skies in a fluid waltz Amid rustling leaves and songs of nightingales and wrens Petals of Sakura danced in the fragrant glens Like the birds that sing and gently flowing streams  I cruised the wide world and the choppy seven seas Traveling by the starlight, you shone on my path On journeys through mazes and vexing labyrinth vast You're my map, my compass leading to home and hearth... A safehouse and my oasis in deserts scorched  A monarch and majesty of your love was the endless yearning, a distant reunion… As that of the sea and...

                             GAIA The festival of harvest from the fields and farms Bounty of green-gold swaying in swarms  Gratitude and Thanksgiving for the crops and food Also for the farmers who under a baking sun relentlessly stood Wisps of aroma and strains of songs It's a feast to be savoured of the fruits all year long Earthy flavours and fetes under starry black nights It's a celebration of seasons in a hearty blaze  Jubilations abound whilst rooted in our soil We hail our farmers who come rain or shine selflessly toil.  Pic Courtesy: Pixabay ©️ Sangeetha Kamath

              STAR -SPANGLED TIARAS Of Septembers and April summers When the world around me was a jamboree of meteor showers With sparkling eyes and dazzling smiles We're the jigsaw pieces of the same star clusters  There was something so delicate about that time When the woods were bathed in ivory moonshine Brooks babbled in the meadows And birds warbled in the trees Lavenders bloomed fragrant in the purple heath Bluebells cast a spell upon the distant hills Wisteria in the valleys were sweetly perfumed In the glens and dwelling places of elves and pixies  Downstream, the banks of rivers were lustrous with orange rays Snowdrops and daffodils danced under the cypress Dark clouds rolled drenching the deep greens and all the flowers With the drunken dance of the moon and the arias of the intoxicated colours Pearly heavens were scribbled with vibrant tiaras In the wilderness of the moors I followed the end of the rainbow My heart danced an...

                    INSOMNIAC MOON Insomnia burgeoning against a crescendo of moon washed sky Winter melts, drips on jagged mountains Scintilla of a wandering star I am As it fades into the empyreal chasm Constellations eternally mocking the love  Wishing star Oh! Dying star,  You don't build dreams on tombs of the hallowed Pieces of me are shards strewn like verses of songs Incomplete and out of tune Screeching and blaring, the echoes are haunting  Crocheted into my skin is a searing reminder  Of the berserk flashes of an exquisite montage A lone satellite in a nomadic orbit It's a tight rope amidst deafening delirium With smouldering strands and bleeding ink I mourn this void and masquerade Kryptonic ! Pic Courtesy:Pixabay  ©️ Sangeetha Kamath 

                         PAGEANTRY OF CUES  She fashions wreaths from strands of moonbeams  Mirages embroidered on tapestries and exotic reams Dragonflies to her are sprites with diaphanous wings Pebbles and seashells to you, they're charms to her and magical things  !  Stars to you, diamonds to her;  She calls them wands viridescent that which you call a tree The shivery willow trees are ballerinas poised in the moonlight argentine Fireflies are fairies sprinkling pixie dust on damask roses and jessamine The moon to her is a burgeoning opal rose against the canvas of violet The sun, a golden orb tempering at dusk to a crimson and scarlet The summer breeze puffs the sails on her ships of veracity cruising away to glory Her allegory is swathed with gossamer veils, quite extraordinary ! Drenching her dreams in the eventide hues of an elusive wonderland  Her lyrics are a panacea to storm-battered...