Thursday, December 10, 2020

Monoliths

 

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