The Road 'Last' Traversed

Incessant Plays, Spectators replaced,

Concealed shadows could not be traced;

Progenies of Sages who looked forward dreamed,

Strings played to subjugate them were demeaned.

The Stinge stringed danced on stage,

Surreptitious acts concocted facade;

Vitiated pronouncements & decrees,

Procreated who most were heard it seemed!

The road last traversed was an uninspiring act,

Theatre once enriched stood decayed but packed;

Beginneth kingdom's darkest hour when aimed to appease,

Walls echoed tranquil no more, lacerated ameliorated trees.

The caged bird reached last chapter this day,

Behind the stage climbed found the way;

Beheld the one who inundated odds,

Contorted synthesized inebriated thoughts;

Time lapsed, disallowed to pull down the chord,

Retreated the road which would eventually fall :)

  

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2018

Mirage

All eyes gazed for the saviour on the land unlit,

Third Summer breathed blaze on unlighted spirits;

No king or disciples left but rusted piteous minds,

The rising sun descended on enthralled & shined.

Who savoured frame by frame considerate gracious hands,

Never looked upon skies & implored perched on dry sands;

Was only the Third Summer, straggled amongst unknown,

Frightened who once to leave clan, traversed unmapped paths alone.

Summer succeeded by winter & drops floated only on cheeks,

Barren the realm was never hopes where shapeless flesh reeked;

Words died within but memories resurfaced defenseless contempt,

Radiant ART that tranquillized independent worlds once, drained the last attempt.

Hounded those remembrance some shrieking 'Share' some 'Trust no Diverse',

Discordance was genuine explicable but why insolvable went unheard;

The insatiable natives drafted the fate for all; Hope drifted some towards stars,

The walk is long; Write joyous chants and more repents to heal wounds & scars :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2018   

Origin

Ain't immortals tainted they shalt be,

Delineate altruism on same Page;

Bestowed knowledge wasn't a curse,

Never be if resurrected Metal's Lineage.

The hue of our blood may be same,

But Never any Progeny or Seed;

Noxious seeds cultivate duplicity,

Why unsubstantiated negativity for Hybrid's Creed?

What if once breathed multiple species?

Directives effaced dissimilar with no trace;

Selfsame procreations long to be unshackled,

Encumbered with quandaries & mystic maze.

Deference never knocks on puny's door!

Repulse is futile why descend to resist?

Shalt induct in Diversity the indispensable,

Simulated lineage to lucent the mist:)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2018

Unshielded Love

O the love of mine stuck on congested streets draped with dust & stench;

The reek of contorted synthesized cognitions crammed crushed in trench.

Whispered, to bring fairest kiss to break away pandemonium, lies;

Breathe allegiance, warmth of four seasons in beloved's flesh & eyes.

Even my Inamorata's compeer's arrow was broken & devoured by those hissing tears;

Amongst legions who mere multiplied where unshielded unsullied 'love' dwelled in fear.

Where lasted few days or decades the mortal covenant commix'd with sheer greed,

No rhymes or words could encapsulate her ecstatic love - such an ameliorated seed;

The Time confessed it's demarcated & the seasons couldn't be altered or slowed ;

But her immaculate love is eternal immortal untainted with bias or any woes.

Unlearned distracted might be the perceptions or an invention expressing this tale;

Exonerate those culpable eyes poised with affection with whom perfection sails.

Her craving to be unshackled from the trench & scythe through enriched space;

Though her love would plunge you but empyrean, to descent in such mystic maze.     

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2018