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

Friday, 20 May 2011

"Yes, I understand and I know..."

Things are clearer,
I can see them like radium,
glowing,sinister in the darkness...

All the hard matter has withered,
ashes, ashes, ashes,
blackened brush of Almighty art...

The bristles, dark reminders of
the prickling pain, inconceivable...
The paint,
soot burnt away in the fires,
in the passions untold, and the emotions
Wettened by the untold feeling of loss...

And all that He could whip up
in his aesthetic hand for me,
was just a little blotch,
and I just had to make peace with Him,
the one who can't be mistaken,
I just had to say,
"Yes, I understand and I know..."


And the moment when that was said,
something inside died, something tender,
something timid enough to last out till the last,
waiting, hoping I would look at it once again,
but for Him I agreed to slay,
kill the 'me' - bereft of hope,
inside me...

Always forgotten, and now dead...

And no matter how hard I try,
something tells me,
it will never come back,
and turning back one last time,
He says, "Yes, I understand and I know..."

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju


Eileen T O'Neill ..... said...


It seems like one of those things in life. The hard facts, or a difficult truth. We can know and understand why, but we can still hurt and we can still ask, why.
That is being human!

I liked this deeply thought poem.
Best wishes, Eileen :)

Anonymous said...

I loved the comparisons of paint to soot. Wonderful soul-searching poem =)

Andy said...

Very nicely done.

Thanks for sharing.

Nonnymonster said...

Honest and beautiful. Thanks for the radium.

Andy McDonald said...

Beautiful true words