And
who says uncut gems always find their place amongst stars?
As
for them that isn’t, was never, and would never be, ‘that’ afar;
Where
the rhythm and rhyme danced in both darkness & light,
Coronation amongst real, not ideal, alas covers length, not height.
As
the colour of ink & the ream can never ever be same,
Neither truth be transcribed by the single coloured gore;
Sometimes,
what we sought in life, it sought us back too; evermore,
And
as wise & ignoble -> both ignoble; as one couldn’t, another attained,
Till
then, one can wear a crown desired, with pleasure or pain.
Experiences
& mistakes walk in parallel, until the cycle repeats,
Alas,
one’s always masquerading as another trading as trick or treat;
The
head covered with jewels or jealousy, taste as sweet as sour,
Time
is life for the uncut gems, yet awaits the tide to reach ‘that’ tower. :)
© Pranav Chaturvedi 2023