A Verse through Closed Eyes...

Single needle lay,
pierced into the womb of a grassy flower...

Its petals - the flower - green flowing blades,
curled around the edges,
in the soggy bed.

The needle, four faced, tapering to a lethal piercing
had a rusted grassy head,
moss collecting on the fringes by date.

The smoothed head of the nail,
bald and filled with crumbs of rust,
reeked the stench,
the foul discards of an ancient crime.

The blades were alive, thriving petals
of the grassy flower...

It was the womb blackened with the rusted blood...

The tilted nail, still shone, wreathed in a wretched smile...

- Karthik Adithya Singaraju

Diamond Lotus

The cage of pale steel
rose from the white marble ledge;
the hook, clawed by a fearsome hawk's talons,
sprung up wings of the fairy's tree.
The twigs of the emerald leaves curled, folded
and flapped in unison,
flying the cage to 'Freedom'...

Freedom - the Diamond Lotus fountain,
had a single flower; at the centre
a big fat diamond, spit little diamonds in a watery spray...
Closing petals of white marble, ceramic and clay,
folding deaf, pale - to the 'Dark'-ness...
And the ore's heat at the furnace,
got the Lotus petals, the light to face, and spread wide...

What 'Light', Haah!
orange shadows of flame!
What cage - but freed, or thought to be,
beheld the Diamond Lotus,
white petals opening a bloody red canopy to the burning sky-sea -

eaten with a Lava spoon...

- Karthik Adithya Singaraju