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


Tuesday, 10 May 2011

Wet Feet - An Ode to A New Journey...

Leaving, the shores that pleasantly waved goodbye...

Sickness, grief and a tumult of fear,

wilderness, the undergrowth, which was left unchecked...



I did perceive competence,

and now remark, review the damage of misconception...



Waves have hit the shore,

sands wettened, but stay put,

though all thats engraved,is erased...



A little photograph,

a little memory,

a sand castle,

and a few wet feet...



Now castle is gone, sand remains,

empty and bereft of the shape,

which moulding hands had so patiently made...



Now the feet are dry,

and the beach clean,

with no little blister, on its surface to be seen...



Beach was clean, neat,

waves washing it everyday,

a pleasant sight indeed,

but I have left,

no longer in love with the scene...



No longer are my feet wet,

though I am at the sea...



© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

5 comments:

Reflections said...

Stunning images of the soft sands cleansed by the tides. Just beautiful!

mindlovemisery said...

I loved the rhythm and the images were lovely. Reminds me of summers at the beach when I was young =)

Jingle said...

this one is super cute.
aptly done.

A++

lunawitch15 said...

this is a very compelling story. It drew me in quite aptly. <3 it!

berrry said...

great piece - i'd love to see it expanded. your choices of words are wonderful - i want more of them to round out your story!
beautiful work.