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


Thursday, 24 February 2011

Sonnet of Apocalypse...

Wuthering chasms of unending change,
incensed smoke and unseen flame,
with all those meteors burning in shame,
walks, rather flows, infinitely in strangest of chains...

I lie, cowering, hidden in the rocks,
mute from the fear and choked from the soot...
Slowly, that warmth crept near the boulder,
a slithering snake of death, flowing resolute...

Now, the rocks had grown hotter,
and the very ground melted soft...
'ere me with blisters and burns all over,
turned around ever so oft...

It was then that I looked up,
tearful towards the reddened sky,
sudden thunder broke,
and a chariot took me by...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

7 comments:

Jingle Poetry said...

your words are deep..

well penned.

come join us now.
cheers.

jessicasjapes said...

I enjoyed that! Especially the last line - that surprised me.

here from Poetry Potluck.

http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/02/28/sci-fi-hi/

Jingle said...

powerful piece.
A++

The Silhouette said...

Hey, Hi
Apocalypse it is...the description of the situation was good...the grip slightly slipped in the third stanza, but towards the end you finished to well...pretty nice...

Regards,
The Silhouette...

fiveloaf said...

the 2nd person who made me scramble for the dictionary karthik haha! but its good! awesome!here's my potluck.. http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2009/11/29/cinderella-for-a-man/

Promising Poets Parking Lot said...

love this.

insights & riots said...

nice write...