The hours of midnight relived,
and those walks cherished...
The decaying yellow eucalyptus,
the camouflaged layers of human waste,
and that trace, one inspired of
the earthly presence...
Slow,the spider looks from a distance,
it glides through the air,
seemingly defying the nature's laws...
Closer look on the marvel in front,
the silken twines and nature's hand...
It is the subtle presence,
that one feels,
from scrutiny one beseeches,
and in the inner realities,
me feels the apparent absence;
Me feels the apparent absence,
is where closer feel marks the presence...
The hours pass by,
I wake, and find myself in the noise, again asleep...
© Karthik Adithya Singaraju