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


Tuesday, 17 May 2011

The Kid who never grew...

The weight of what I do...


I walk a path of shards,
of pointed bleeding pieces,
piercing through the pale
flesh, bloodless and haunted
of thought, of that fearful memory...

The weight of what I do...

Its a sharp arrow, I seek,
the glistening metal pointing-
threatening to tear apart what
little clothe covers, dusky and
rendered porous by the target practice...

The weight of what I do....

It stays there, laughing,
and I standing there, weak,
knobbly at the knees, smile,
a little weak flutter of fear,
and of hope, and what else is
there...

The weight of what I do, and
the left-overs of the kid who never grew...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

6 comments:

Jingle said...

stunning words.
Glad to see you in, very beautiful message.

Reflections said...

A wonderful write... deep, profound words speak the truth in weights and measures.

Andy said...

A very thought-provoking piece.

Andy Mcdonald said...

A powerful message magnificently conveyed

sugarmouse said...

really liked this.

blackswanpoetry said...

great ending.. nicely done

my post was here
http://blackswanpoetry.wordpress.com/2011/05/15/poem-walking-on-hollow-ground/