Here I see a cliff,
A cliff,a doorway…
Red sand,and soapstone,
Breaking against the waves,
barricading the ocean…
You see,the waters are those
exquisite thoughts,Flowing in your mind
and you cease to exist…
No longer,your body embodies your soul,
You are like those rays,that sunshine
Which is from the sun,but no longer a part of it…
You break through the doors,and the viels
of those leaves and the tall trees,
you stream these lands,yes,you
as once broken you are the strong and steady soul…
You break through the shackles set by mundane,
The bamboozle of stupidity,that embodies this head,
Has for long been discarded,
And now remains,the endless eternity,
Where we humans,are nothing but the wafting
flavours of God’s creation,endearing elements,
and the remains of the epiphany of Nature’s creation..
I see these verses,rather lengthening
with the weight of thought…
Capturing are these, images
Picturesque thoughts and the beauty of the journey,
And conjuring the creative effort,
I rest this ink,for journey takes me,
With music and art,into its keep,
And I shall retreat before that Satanic sheep,
Come forth talking of those boastful unnecessary heap…
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
2 comments:
Karthik,
I think by reading through this a few times, that I conclude that the skill and pressures of being a poet and writer, is not to be taken lightly. In fact the weight of ideas, can bear heavily, at all kinds of the day, or night.
I think your words in 'Flow', contain a lot of your personal emotion at the moment.
A very powerful piece, mulling over your inner thoughts.
Eileen :)
you bring me there with you..
wow,
what an adventurous ride.
authentic and talented poetry.
keep sharing.
xx
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