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C KARAN NAIDU Oct 2015
every morning deafening our ears to the tick tick clock

We wake still wandering in the dreams  overnight

Cleaning and purging out yesterdays twisted tales

We begin a new today yet embracing the glorious

Story of our grandma and mellifluous lullaby of the Past NIGHT



Ringing are the bells of our doors

The van man- so we call him the boogie man of our dreams

Somehow manages to find our home and takE us away

Some have tears not to go  & some joining to be with

These brave and tiny comrades



Not to forget the audacity of ours while

We wave our hands to those who rose us from casket

Till the end of time and then  …. van man taking a devious U turn

Some still crying ,some trying to devour sandwiches

Some inconcoction of  food and mind and heart

That genuinely defines innocence



Then finally the squeak of gate that challenges our today

That rough building in grey white façade and the nerdy beings

We always try to keep them in sidelines

All set up nicely to churn out a typical school day if its YET another

Soon the dictators take over ,their sharp eyes weeding out

The imperfections and anomalies ,Even the overly dressed are ruled out

The morning blossoms , like the denizens of a cavalry – daddy’s second wife

We make a perfect geometry .

Standing in queue wondering what would happen next

Ears and minds both listening to the chirping of birds around

Nose tasting the delicious breeze of  hot noodles from others satchel

But our eyes watering and stuck at blabbering of an old fat lady on the platform

Our hands made to handcuffed by these megalomaniac

And some heads are down and eyes shut..

All waiting for this “*******” Elvis to leave the show





A loud ring of bell that curtains a mundane beginning

Ahead we march with our hands on back to  Azkabans

Only to be released after  “capital punishments”

As expected the class is empty inviting us to fill

With ruckus and impudence but being innocent at the same time

Some gibbering ,some giggling ,some drawing on a million dollar wall

All have gathered to make the blasphemous walls and time



Sordid tales in the  chapters, are beautified with snakes and ladders

Lady in white dress in the front page is embellished with the imaginations of a pretty girl

Covers in the books are the experimental laboratories to Some

Its The last page where we begin reading today

Some sees in the magic in Turning the pages in seconds with thumbs

And how they see the indents and letters  dancing

Nothing is real here except the paranoids who are convening the class

Rushing to empty the bowels are some, and some plundering others Bread roll

Some just talking to selves ,troubling the maids wetting the floor

All but none complain.. Such harmony the nature gifts us

Waiting for the last Run that ends the cruelty of today

Because of which we know what that noon Twelve looks like on the clock

All eyes forgetting the day’s animosity finally yearning to be once again

In the BoOgie man’S  Van that shall drive us Home

Back to the Cuddle of Mommies and Daddies



We “WERE “ THEIR PRIZED POSSESSION ,

Aren’t We?
C KARAN NAIDU Oct 2015
And it was one such day In autumn red

Your pretty face and my heart Pretty Bad

Before the morning I had this dream

“we walking on the city broad way

And you promise you gonna be holding together

And I thought lets stay  and it’s the best we both stay”



Taken down by the grace you had gifted

Surreal ,mystic without mistakes

We are alone just you and me

Air so magical I breathe

Piercing the silence are the echoes

Of Chandelier Ceiling  and pearls that twinkles

But its not gonna be that easy



We both sitting by side of window

Look the mountains the birds and night Sky

Those meant to be my Treasure because I have You

I have You…………I have You

And I Wish could Say to you

I love You ..Yeah I almost do..
C KARAN NAIDU Oct 2015
The mist creeping in ,draping the green in white

And The blue in ever evangelic shades of grey

Bestowing the  Soil ,the nectar it brought from a bounty stolen from God

The rain fell ,the rustic aroma that surrounds my whole town

As heavenly  and pure as you walked  in white silhouette

And the drops falling making the grass even more smooth

And your face more cleaner for me to gaze- pleasant as a winter moon



A little did you turn around and walked away ,I follow you there

You lead me to my God ,You Lead to my God

You  ain’t just a one night dream; I see you even in daylight

As you live where my GOD stays ,You Live where My god Stays

Don’t leave me o Dear, this isn’t my fate

Just  my last words   turn back ,come back ,so that I could love you as my God

Bring back the rain ,come o dear ,turn to me  and let me have the rain

And my god to see me again when you come about ,when you come about…
C KARAN NAIDU Oct 2015
“ Sometimes we wander wondering the reason of our lives

Bleeding to death but the answers still unknown

Finding the guilt instead that we falter on this treacherous journey

We embarked with a hope to find a light at every dark corner

But it’s the darkness that enshrouds the luminescence

But sometimes……….



We find Some one in the way that ends our quest

Quenching the prolonged thirst ,satiating the craving and finally

…………………..we embrace our last breathes………………….



When all the dissonance besieged this peaceful sanctum

& made a hole in my impervious harmony I build so far

I had nothing left that time of what happened in retrospect which snatched

Myself from me, the soul from this body, cadaverous and pale I were to be



For the reasons unknown I feel threatened and dare not to live again

I saw out a of the window broken just like myself and found the reflection

My ravaged skin, my torpid lips my watery eyes and dumb mouth….and bleeding soul



IN these treacherous times you walked in

Just like first drops of rain on the driest of all

Like the first gush of winds in the quietest of all

And the first rays of light in the darkest of all



I remember that night when the moon was full,

As if bestowing some magical

I didn’t even care, for I was deaf and blind to such chimerical

It was I conjectured a festival…it were to be

I saw revel  and  I was trying to be in a reverie

That was so unbecoming for a life that had restrained pleasures



Some time while passed, I was standing under a Light caged in glass

Looking at the sight ,I hear the screams of my sadistic past

Rolling down were my tears ,I heard the footsteps saw the moccasins

Stark  yet shiny, and on the fore head that was in my vicinity

Mirrored perplexed lines of why and suspicion



I never backed off ,I was ready to face the “Incoming Whatever”

I was ready to fly off the handle ,and resort to what This being had always learnt

But……..

When I felt your touch at my shoulders. i doubted my reactions

My hands stopped so did my anger

The night was cold ,shivering was I of fear and tender



Our eyes become four ,only mine had waters yours splendor

My bare came closer and closer and I felt your arms around

Warming the moment ,inviting the pleasure

Suddenly you had become a lemma in every strings of words I wrote

A gentle kiss alighting the moment, so surreal ,throbbing fast my heart

A stallion galloping in the ranch Unbound and stoical

“In the darkest of all ,finally I saw a light, wherein there was no pretence,

Finally I saw a life who was born to be mine ,not only in this time but eons of times

To eternity…I salvaged  did i?, No I WON IT I was happy



In your abode I felt the shelter that I was deprived

I was salved in the bed when you behind me ,touched not my body just

But my soul…

I had the sun that I Longed for, I had the person whom I finally  lived for



In this short lived happiness I lived many lives

In this brief moments with you I had learnt the purpose of mine



“in the epitaph not shall my name be inscribed

But time I shared with you…………(date I was born to infinity)

I died long before you came….

I know one day you shall come to see me and look around

The same way you met me before, but till how long you could hide yours tears

O dear one….



I fetched you for long, but you never came, I cried for you long

You never showed up, may my soul be the messenger.

I know you found me,..lying this time..

Without regrets but with a smile I was bestowed

YES BESTOWED…MAGICAL AND CHIMERICAL I now care for……

Draped In white in brides gown I were to marry you,

But it seemed the conjugal paraphernalia shall be a heavenly affair……

I never have dreamt of ,but literally it so happening…around me ..around YOU!!
C KARAN NAIDU Oct 2015
Woken up from the bed, time slumbering around

Catching the blanket ,dripping wet yesterday’s dream

Lying bare with hands praying to see him Again

Awaiting the next call so aphrodisiac

Getting off the bed, taking the shower,

Admiring his hands upon my boson and hips..

Deducing the guilt I suffered yet,

Bringing out the terrible pleasure ,his hands wrapping around ME

Remembering the fall and the mist ,the snowflakes, that melted

Carried not in air but his smooth fingers on my belly

Triggering Sensation and Enigmatic trance

Relieving my stresses infusing ,transforming

From genteel  vapid to a strumpet

It feels great to be in his hands again ,

Every possible square centimeter is a Love Hotel

Where our bodies check in

Groping my womanhood and the caress that he Put on to it

Besotted Every time TO BEING his ****** Mistress

Just like He is My God ,and I am his disciple

Benediction that I offer ,And chants that are so Stimulating

Crossing the Entire Legacy ,Traversing to every corners with Him

And Finally Coming To rest in a cold night Under the Cover..

Just like Cascading waterfall, these moments keep coming

Sometimes in his home ,In office,In a Maserati Or in the Deciduous

Like the echo of the fall that Reverberates every corner Of the Ambience,

Our PLENITUDE comes with lots of Crescendo

Wearing the apparel that seems alright ,  aND So Provocative

That CONCEALS among the ordinary Ones, but LIT up the eyes of My Beloved

The GrEY  Shades OF my Life ,perhaps the Most BECOMING and Eventful
C KARAN NAIDU Oct 2015
How cruel and selfish  is the world around me

Ogling at my helplessness shamelessly

The uSury and profound villainy that so unrelenting

In Shambles and crumpled are my hopes

To see my self besieged with travesty and blows

There  aint any outsider to blame

Neither do I expect divinity from a total stranger

My life seems to be jeopardized  by actions of  nobody but a man  

Who is next to me and has always been a reverend



Nothing seems right now, nothing seems to be in order

Every piece of mine is ravaged and I am fallen

Who to blame I don’t know, perhaps who sired me

And forgotten the early promises made to see me grow

The ink that inked the first few pages with words like warmth grace and ethos

Perhaps now have been bewitched ,spewing malice and indecency from thereon

From whom to seek  answers from ,  perhaps  who is absolute to me

My talks a little ecbatic till now ,  for they just fail every time to derive the whole
C KARAN NAIDU Oct 2015
“Two strange souls cradled by the same fate just meet in a voyage of lifetime. first the eyes ,then the lips the  arms & then the body embraces with one another. Meanwhile, a promise is weaved ..a promise not to let each other go whatever happens.. not just a tryst between two beings but two soul chosen by the fate to love each other..Cursing along the somber their eternal journey …little do they know on this Ocean of tranquility , a storm awaits that would delineate a new destiny in their lives. The moon which is always Luminescent has made ties with the fire of hell today…has turned red perhaps damming the ravage that will be flood soon..but they are Oblivious to this Omen .busy as ever to invigorate the other significant..For them its still a bright day, their eyes gazing the azure of the blanket in which the whole Atlantic is draped…

At far north the ominous forces are opening the gates of hell..the ship has finally entered the Spider’s web…Meanwhile the two divine souls still holding each others arms are walking together, standing together, for they know it has to be this way..Soon the time has its own way..the ground underneath them started to vanish in the avarice of water..Screams of innocent souls can be heard nearby..chaos, panic has flooded the whole ambience..Perhaps the time is laughing at them and them.”

Amidst somewhere in this vortex of annihilation.. the couple is holding tight let this wreckage be their haven. the warmth of   love is perhaps  mauled by the cold fear of uncertainty. their voices shaking as their future…”FOR THIS DAY I NEED YOU THE MOST,FOR THIS DAY THE FATE HAS BROUGHT US TOGETHER,FOR THIS DAY WE SHaLL STAND….FOR THIS DAY WE HOLD TOGETHER..FOR THIS PROMISE SHALL NEVER BE BROKEN”………..REMEMBER THIS MY QUEEN..AND PROMISE ME YOU ARE THEre WITH ME IN THIS …o..or… even I die..You never leave me…”..NOW ITS TIME FOR ME TO  GO…YOU WILL FIND ME IN THE STARS.KEEP LOOKING ABOVE ……………….

… a hymn  that shall echo in SERENE  Atlantic..for every soul that crosses over ,it’s the hymn that earmarks for Optimism .faith and love……

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