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

On The Silhouette's Loss...

It is so beautiful to imagine,IF...
But then,there is life next door...
You can't always escape it....
IF is just fantasy,
one can't live in it forever....
You can dream,
but you can't make dreams your master,
as rightly said by some old master...
You can love,
but you can't make love your subject...
You can believe in past's presence,
but you can't deny
the presence of something more near...
None is away,
as is proclaimed by nature,
for,forever those who love dwell inside,
and such few can be seen when you shut out the reality...
Shutting the conception of absence,
evokes the presence,which was but a part of you...
This here,within the verses,
might be her,
whom you sought,
whom you miss...
Who might as well be in me?
Helping you hear her...
Yes,my friend,do not see in this,
words which spoken are, through my tongue,
but know through this,
it is her soul,which yearns for you to smile...
For else,it would not be possible,
for me to write here...
Maybe,I take liberty,
aye,it has been my perennial fault,
but here,it means something...
Embrace life, as one who mourns
the departed for far too long,
keeps them from peace...
Peace,must they have...
And for that,you must allow them to move ahead...
Do not stagnate,and do not allow those who passed
to mourn those who haven't
and not let them stagnate either,
for when it shall be time,
you shall meet again...
Now,let her sleep,
and you smile, as you know,
but after a long working day called life,
in the night everyone just
sleeps in their loved one's embrace...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

So The World Sleeps...

And so the world sleeps...
Cradled in the arms of the silent night,
in these hours of mute submersion,
so the world sleeps...

Vacant thoughts,
like the desolate roads in the nocturnal hours...
A thought,barking incoherence,
like that stray dog,
while chilly wind flows,
reminiscent of the heated day...
And while walking along,
in fear and alert dread,
me perceives,
so the world sleeps...

World is asleep,
yes, in this darkness,
blankets engulfing the body,
and thoughts ceasing to take a meaning,
just dreams, incoherent to sane comprehension,
just visions of some things,which we rarely see..
And thats how, I see,
in this empty thoughtless night,
thats how I see,
in this wakeful sleeping sight...

Thats how I see,
with a deep,yet incomprehensible fright,
thats how,me thinks,
the world sleeps...

Devoid of any presence,
and immersed in one's own trepidations,
subdued wants and desires,
dreamt on, in these hours,
and I think, after all,
this is the way...
This is the only way...

So,the world sleeps...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju

History has taken it away...

History has taken away,
the stories are all thats left,
myriads of thoughts,
Myrmids all rot...

Azure, the winds blow,
like mighty Zephyr,and salmons
drifting down those streams...

History has sung its song...
Roots of nature, further down a few furlongs...
Stories, griots' laments,
and the long gone saga,
all that remain imprinted strong...

History has taken it away,
the chance to sing a new song...
With its smokes and wars,
with its lust and ambition,
sinewed in its tales,too long...

History bereaves,
nay,it but sings of us
bereaving the loss...

All that we could, we didn't,
all that we can, we aren't,
all that we might, we won't...

And yes, we are right,
History has taken it away,
history is long gone,
rolling dust remains,
leftovers of the strange tales,
inhuman yet, of us, selfish and oblong...

© Karthik Adithya Singaraju