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


Saturday, 5 March 2011

Sonnet to the Remnant Soot...

And in the wisps of the remnant soot,
the vapourised dew of hopeful wings,
silence and a calm cool breeze,
thoughtless levitating mind, lingering on,
in the dark cloudy velvet above...

Darkness and a calm cool breeze,
and you walk on deserted streets,
shivering slightly out of the lonely cold...

And all that remain are questions,
doubts and quite desperation born
of such fateful concoction brewed in life
and its meandering streets of confusion...

Sounds like, the midnight's dream has taken over,
and all that thoughts possess are phantoms of remnant soot...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

6 comments:

athursdayschild said...

This is just so incredibly written and thought provoking. I guess our soots are our lessons in life. That's just one of many takes I get from your words.

honeyhaiku said...

Incredible...this is very haunting. This is a poem that will linger.

fiveloaf said...

great..

Jingle said...

amazing..

Glad to have you in.
A++

shikha devaraju said...

yeh wel beauty dies nahi its killed in real life ever other burden n question n constan naging kills it DEATH...bt we fly high...

Eon Heath said...

Hey, Hi
well, i donno why, after reading the poem, i read the first line and the last line alone, and i find them contradictory...
why? its the not so sure mind at work..
decide, or rather come to agree upon a notion...the one that is troubling you for quite some time...
The Balance is disturbed...

Regards,
The Silhouette...