Dream Narrative One...

So many times, across the ocean,
I have flied and I have freed...
So many times, across the mountains,
I have ran and I have reached...

But this is the time,
this is the moment,
this is the day,
I hadn't seen...

But this is the trial, of the darkness,
this is the ordeal from which we flee...
Through the time, and the oceans,
with shackles bolted to our feet...

This is the time,
this is the moment,
this is the day,
this is the street, that I had in my dream...

This is the street, and the waters
flow from those leaking creaks...
This is the land, under the ocean,
that had haunted all my sleep...

So many times, in the sleepless
nights, I have heard you scream...
So many times, in the restless
moments have I felt you breath...

But darkness comes, likes the waves of an ocean,
and plants my heart in a dreaded reef...
I stretch to land my hands on reason
I seek out absent, respite and peace...

So many times, I have tried to say this,
so many times, I have but screamed...
But now in slight moaning motion,
I penned down,what happened in that dream...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Sonnet of Apocalypse...

Wuthering chasms of unending change,
incensed smoke and unseen flame,
with all those meteors burning in shame,
walks, rather flows, infinitely in strangest of chains...

I lie, cowering, hidden in the rocks,
mute from the fear and choked from the soot...
Slowly, that warmth crept near the boulder,
a slithering snake of death, flowing resolute...

Now, the rocks had grown hotter,
and the very ground melted soft...
'ere me with blisters and burns all over,
turned around ever so oft...

It was then that I looked up,
tearful towards the reddened sky,
sudden thunder broke,
and a chariot took me by...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Sextet no.1

Shadows lie unawakened in the limitless light,
the only shadow visible - past,
the only light blinding - future,
the only presence in the void - present...
The self and the uncounted waves of -
The shadows,the slumbers, and quiet respite...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Sonnet to the Crystal Wind...

Breeze flows through those curtains of doubt,
fluttering into the waves of trepidations, the fine cloth,
and the goosebumps on the unsuspecting arms...
Purpose, meaning and yes, joy,
a tiny shiver right from the fine hair behind the neck,
to the lost multitudes of forgotten thoughts...

Small shock, knocking a sound asleep child,
jerking awake the forgotten smiles, and with that,
surfacing loss, and the value amidst what is gained...
Shock subsides, shiver gives way to warmth,
and curled in the warm woolen shawl,asleep,
smiles the boy, gone and back from past...

After all, it was that breeze, the crystal wind,
which brings tidings from rain and the sweet mist of fall...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju