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