A riveted art or mere manifestation?
Prints of which untraceable or testament?
What deeper it proclaim is time forthwith,
Which arrived as a call for another gift.
A door to be better self it signify!
Tells, spent ages, but never time;
Crossover that awaits kept buried!
As who could’ve dug in comfort; deep.
There’s swinging back & forth two sides,
Shrieking hybrids, originals compromised;
So there wasn’t any time spent to free,
Steps, be taken from present to unseen.
A door to heaven or hell or hope, that hides!
What’s locked within recur with moon as tide;
There’s this odyssey or indispensable we see,
Monoliths are doorway, an exit a belief.🙂
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2020