"Beauty is truth,
truth beauty,
that is all Ye know on Earth,
that is all Ye need to know..." - John Keats

Saturday, 4 December 2010

City ways...

Voices restrained, whispers often muffled
to hide the desperation in the silent screams…
The cities and those lonely pathways and dark alleys,
The stray dogs of this night’s calling,
the flowing drainage that stinks,
Funnily enough the images conjured
have become unbecoming to our soul,
Yet are our very own creations…

Welcome, welcome, this night,
Welcome to reality the unrealistic yet true,
Welcome here to this abbey of bliss
The softness of truth and the culture’s silent hue…

Embrace the truth, difficult yet that which creaks,
Break through, break through the mystifying veils
and be the one who speaks…
It’s difficult, much more difficult to listen,
Than to be herded, it has so been the case,
As you very well know, no one here lives their lives,
But leaves their life to flow along with others,
Polluting their ways through the city, as stinking sewage…

Now its laid out in front of you my friends,
Be the city’s tomfoolery and stink with each one of that who
Flows away their life in the rat race, or be that one, who stays,
Stays alone, never racing to reach the river and pollute it again,
Be the one, who stays and allows roses to grow in their place…

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju


The Silhouette said...

Hey Buddy,
a beautiful message that you have brought out here. The appeal at the end has a voice which is pleading..beautiful.
I do wish some day, the society would be ready, or rather mature enough to let itself break the so called ethics it has created. It binds the heart from wandering. Like the lines go,
"dil to bachcha hai ji,
thoda kachcha hai ji...
hmm hmm hmm hmm..."

The Silhouette...

Sounds of Subtlety..:) said...

Hmm, Thank you T.S.. And a great yet suitable reference to he song...:)

Paul Andrew Russell said...

A very nice piece of writing. I especially like the two opening lines. :-)