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

Sunday, 19 June 2011

Another Beginning...

And this is yet another start,

another beginning.

Everyone say wait,

everyone warn and advice patience.

And I start eyes wide open, and catch the bait.

But this is YET another start,

just a beginning.

Nothing to lose, nothing to regret,

just a shoved set of memories,

and a new tread ahead.

Since this is yet ANOTHER start,

again a beginning,

excited, though nervous and with doubt,

nevertheless knowing that, all never goes waste,

everything reaches some place, just the same.

Great anticipation, and yet not,

without a little facet dark,

I venture to begin the beginning of the Start.

CopyRight - Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Thursday, 2 June 2011

I wish, I wish...

If the smiles meant all,
and the little shiver,
a nervous trepidation,
a little shudder, and the
yanking of shoulders, all
reminiscent of a silent appeal...

Then Yes, I wish the same, but
wait, pause, listen to the
silent song...

Too late? Too late?
I wonder if I do not mistake...
Too late? Is that what everyone says?

Where does it take you from here,
where does it take me from nowhere?

What happens to those years spent,
where nurtured was the trust, and
now wrongly spent?

Where do you place,
which is the closet?

What is the hideout,
where you place your self?

Nay, the tears tore through the flesh of my ego,
and the sorrow tore through this stone...
I did wait, I did wish,
I did pray to make things better,
and leave scorn and disdain...

But then is it in our hands?

Have the things left our grasp?
Have they gone so into the grasps of
the few, for whom, this is naught save
some gossip and a little news or some sort of game?

I thought it was different,
I thought it wasn't just the same,
I thought it mattered,
what happened, and what led that
fragile bond to lie in such shame...

I wish, I wish,
I wish I didn't see your tears,
and I wish again,
all said and all passed,
we remain all the same...

That after that dreadful season past,
we get back to where we rightfully remain...

I wish, I wish,
there were more rains of laughter,
and not of such pain...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Wednesday, 1 June 2011

What really matters...

Forever running, panting, gasping,
struggling to keep on the feet,
wobbling limbs, tired of the race,
with all but a mirage called goal,
where the eyes set, even though
it seems to flow in the vision, like the smoke
clouding the reason of its non-existence...

Long long run, a marathon, an endurance trip,
around the long winding paths, taking so many
hours out of life chasing that mirage or the dream...

While running, once I paused,
rather someone stopped me,
asked me to stop panting,
catch a breath, have a drink,
and look around, and there,
in that instant, I saw, what eluded me,
due to my chase...

Around me, before me, behind me,
beside me, above me, below me,
I saw, there was such abundance,
abundance of love and abundance of
friendship, abundance of beauty, and
of harmony.. Tranquil, reposing onlooking
audience,which suddenly felt more dear,
more important than the petty goal...
Goal diminished, it became more of a mirage now,
than it had ever been...

I had their sympathies,
and I had their love,
but then again came a doubt,
would it have existed, if I were
not in this chase, and then I realised,
there is a long long way to go...

So I got up, smiled,
and started running again,
but this time around, taking note of what
I have and what is around me,
lest goal never attained,
the race seem worthless,
I realised,
there is the journey,
and journey is what matters...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju