While slurping an emancipated thought, succinct free verse I write,
Infused with warmth of coffee, in
this dark sulking winter night;
I discerned in their pixelated
eyes, belief,
Floating on a Narrative, inscribed
& briefed;
Awaiting for infinitude, to
witness the Descend,
Empyrean! If witnessed! Shalt be
welcomed! But why dwell in obfuscate realm till then?
I see their animated eyes,
sequestered from the truth,
Should I call it Hope or they
never understood!
Contentions were inexact, forged
by the oxygenated flesh,
Clamoured, "Believe disputed
facts or face unwarranted wrath"
Never questioned Hope! On it
exists even cosmic arc,
But why contort sanctity, dwell
in illusion or dark?
If fate is destined by Time, then
let the Time on its own reveal,
All would be resolved when
mystique of SPACE TIME is unveiled
:)
©
Pranav Chaturvedi 2017