Breaking the fuzzwire,,,

Thoughts cloud mind's fuzz wire,

lost in the quest of who we are,

finding solace in the dark,

and we sing 'nothing else matters'...



Chide, smirk - what is new...

Empty face wants tears few;

but clouded thoughts ring a buzzing tune,

everything is left in tatters...



Hark! caution beasts are there,

noises in darkness, bats in fray,

endless forest and night shall stay,

filling blood on your platters...



Ashes ashes, I withstand,

all the thunder on the cursed land...

rising smoke opens burning eyes,

and the mind is broken in quarters...



A gentle stream, now flows across,

I will walk till I reach that far,

in the end I'll break the fuzzwire,

and sing 'nothing else matters'...


- Anyo Shiyen a.k.a Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Redemption of Loss...

Always in silence,

suffering in darkness,

huddled with a song

and your memories in the heart...



Growing - this darkness,

lonely this laughter,

empty with you in the past

lost - my heart...



Time and again you've tried,

but I was naive enough to

choose hurt over heart...



Time and again I've tried,

but can't erase your tears

off the walls of the past...



Lets go back to the start...



I promise that I won't be,

hurtful or crazy...



Please try to forgive,

let us get back to the start...



- Karthik Adithya Singaraju
18/10/2011

Song for the Cynic...

I am a bleeding cynic, says she.

So is the frigging critic, says me.

If you wanna know, who you are,

Just marry the freaking person, that you are.



She says,I have the ashes covered on me,

So does the burning phoenix, says me…

If you wanna touch, all you dreams,

Just learn to fight, and break free.



So when people shout,

And you drown in doubt.

You gotta shut your ears, and your mouth!

You better Open your heart, and burn your doubt!!!



Listen, oh baby! Just listen…

Hear what you want you to tell yourselves…

Listen, oh baby! Just listen…

Just listen this once, then rise up and shout!!!



As no matter what they say,

we gotta live it our own way...

And when the time does come,

say goodbye to all those strings

that hung upon your dreams,

and move on...



I am a bleeding cynic, says she.

So is the frigging critic, says me.

If you wanna know, who you are,

Just marry the freaking person, that you are.



She says,I have the ashes covered on me,

So does the burning phoenix, says me…

If you wanna touch all you dreams,

Just learn to fight, and break free.



Cos, in the end, when all is said and done,

You ain’t never gonna be happy.......



Cos, in the end, when all is said and done,

You ain’t never gonna be happy-

If you never listened… to yourself…



As no matter what they say,

we gotta live it our own way...

And when the time does come,

say goodbye to all those strings

that hung upon your dreams,

and move on...



(Cos, in the end, when all is said and done,

You ain’t never gonna be happy-

If you never listened… to yourself…)



(Cross fade out)



© Karthik Adithya Singaraju
04/10/2011

Iced Light House...

Here I come,

locking down the wired fence,

stepping outside the burning sun,

seeking shelter in your arms...



How could you,

believe that I would leave you be,

thought that I could please you still,

while you ate through what was mine to scream....



Time after time

from between my fingers you slip by...

But in my thoughts you stay,

biting sane me away...



Washed in the chime,

of a distant tower drowned,

by the wails of my lullaby

silenced, you scream...



Locked up in iced

light house which never glowed,

loathesome that you were never on the road...



You just seem,

like a jellyfish in a lantern beam,

glowing night away,

with your poisonous sway...



Washed in the chime,

of a distant tower drowned,

by the wails of my lullaby

silenced, you scream...



And so there we belong,

wails on walls that were never done,

painted scars of our scorn...



Here we bellow,

skipping heartbeat for a song,

climbing mountains for a moan...



Time after time,

from between my fingers you slip by...

But in my thoughts you stay,

biting sane me away...



Biting sane me away,

long, too long to stay.... alive....



Here we bellow...........

- Karthik Adithya Singaraju
06/10/2011

Random Barrage...

Failing, those grass green lights

failing grin...

the rattling oxen of pigeon storm fields,

vexed by sensual monkey,

the moronic stars glitter....

ensenada, another word from jimmy,

'dances in nature's swinging arms,

as the Pope naked, devoid of empty dresses sings birthday song,

Jesus Christ,

let us sing a metal song and forget Holy Chalice in dancing arms...



Russians said it right,

I dance in the nights...

The Chinese dragons from mage's guild,

sing this song mind enthrilled...

But then wait, there is no such word,

the vodka spirits haven't yet heard...



Beer buddies listen out this is warped time,

my spirits rest now,

and before hangover sues,

let the peace rule,

and lameness be fooled...



All idiots drinking UB spirits,

there is nothing better than Russian Venice

and Metacafe snippets...

One who gets this, is genius of our time,

psychedelic spirit

and crazily awesome in the mind...



Well then, hey ya fools,

I give it a rest...

When I go and sleep trip full,

Know that people like Jimmy and Floyd rule....

A Tale of Ebbies...

Trickle stream, trickle stream,
A rain drop bullet,
And a finger light beam…

Trickle stream, trickle stream,
Death lullaby of cricket,
And a monster’s sweet dream…

Trickle stream, trickle stream,
Everyone sang you a wishful song,
But lonely moth drank Devil’s cream…

Trickle stream, trickle stream,
Born on this window sill,
Tell me your name and
where you bound this spring?

Trickle stream, trickle stream,
Also let me know my dear,
Who do you read?
The tear on the pallor
Or the laughter evergreen…

Trickle stream, trickle stream,
Let me rest on your flowing seam,
Stranger to sorrow,
drenched in it, I gleam…

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Tale of Guilt....

How do you do the impossible?

How do you atone and let your sin be undone?

How do you speak your feelings loud,

how do you confess your love?

How do you ever explain

all else's colour that you stowed?



How do you apologize?

How do you beg your pardon?

How do you eulogize

when nothing remains

but a dark carton?



How do you tell the person,

what you did was wrong?

How do you make it up

to someone who is gone?



Nurture, nurture,

a field of pain,

nurture, oh my dear heart!

a guilt restrained...



Let it grow, eat you up...

And let your heart hope

that you are forgiven

when with death you elope...



© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Drowning Phoenix's Cry - An Elegy.

All the criss-crossing pathways

rocking me unto slumber betwixt loss...

All the humming skeletons,

ghosts of the past and present premonitions,

lighting the fire of incessant slumber last...



Hath I observed a sane moment sooner,

the malady of fate, twisted and wry, Dear Lord!

But Alas! so fated was I,

that now I lose myself

in a drowning phoenix's cry...



And wet, infected it falls asleep forever...

Dies, withers, wet lump,

ashes unburnt, resurrection undone, lost...

And here I lie, lamenting the phoenix's loss...



© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Ode to Dragon Flies...

Dragon flies,

yes, swarming the cold asphalt,

as though pot-holes were not enough,

to be the traveller's plight,

'Yours truly' sing the

Dragon flies...


Blinded by the hits,

the cold slaps of Dragon flies sting,

while the wheels burn and

smoke bellows,

I pass them by...


Dragon flies,

garden full of dragon flies...

While those ants bite,

and the grasses itch - allergic,

Dragon flies swarm,

flapping their wings

hitting my blind side...


Dragon flies,

the walkway filled with dragon flies,

the fruit some say spoilt by them,

and the sticky smelly Fruit flies...


Between them, perhaps

lies comradery in style...


Time and again they vanish,

hitherto unknown to my unromantic soul...

You see, there wasn't a bone in me,

that gardened or learnt of flies...


But yet again, I notice

when the evening comes,

they are back again,

ruckus and annoyance...


And I just resign,

as it is just another dusk,

to be welcomed with a smile...


Calming soothing evening rhyme,

sung by the flapping wings of Dragon flies...


© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Esthete's Moments Enchanted...

And through the mind's eye,
I whispered,
the slow song talking of the mist
which was cleared with first rays of the sun...
I tried to look, but the cloudy day had made it all very dark,
and then the drops fell,
with the pianoforte clicking away the key notes...
Nature seemed to understand the music,
and the music seemed to understand nature...
I stood there, mute,
trance gripping without any drug's trace...
Truly enough,
while there formed those tiny rivulets,
I heard a whisper in my ear,
someone's breath had fogged the back of my neck,
I smiled listening to the little song,
now the October rain splattered in my face,
while someone whispered to me,
"what more could you ask for?"
Hearing this, I smiled and wept...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

A Scene from Beyond...

On God’s Altar I stand-

And passed to me,

I take and drink red wine,

In a silver goblet with golden rivulets engraved,

Written in a tongue not known to me…



In front of me a giant waterfall,

Wine in the colour of blood flowing in front of me

From a source only "heaven" beholds, me supposed…



Behind me a thorned carpet,

Piercing every limb that walks upto the altar,

Like mine, numbed by the incessant red roar

of the Boss Chimera and his league…



I do not sweat, nor fatigue engulfs me,

I just stand, and I just see

vision but no feel…



Here I am in a dream,

On a bed of broken shells,

All glistening like an old Greek sea's

mythical lost pearls…



Here I am,

Where everyone laughs,

Ghastly demented, and soulless zombies…



Here I am,

At a place called God’s own Altar,

And hear only wails and screams

of afterlife's ghouls and hags…



All there is,

Is just empty hollow me

a shell of my body,

a zombie with no zeal…



© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Prying on the Ancient Lie...

On the road we live,
And beside we die…
We lay rotten until a storm picks us by…

Seems like the journey
Is half as healthy,
Thinking back on how useless wealth is…

Seems like only rich that we get is
The gravel on the tar
And the mind that is empty…

Seems like an ancient doorway closing,
Vaulted the secrets of immortals posing…

Its been a ride,
Where we all are at posing,
Doing things we shouldn’t
And still drinking our throat pipe dry…

High enough on hills you might be climbing,
But the birds hunt down
The tired and broken,
There is no life when the wild sun is scorching,
It all ends in a dried shriveled coffin…
And there we all pry,
Our ancient lies…

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju