Global Fabric

Attaining Non Buttressed 'Identity’ with Flavour of Distinctiveness in ______ Life is Real Knowledge!

Contending for Absolute Congruence in Global Diversity today is a mere 'Mental Speculation' NOT 'Affirmation'; to undergo ingenuine Cognitive Orgasms for Certain Period. Globalism or consider Diverse Fabric isn't 'that' Bad! It uplifted distinct fleshes and unshackled cognitions dwelled in dungeons allowing souls to be enlightened, which is undeniable & cannot be disowned or refuted. BUT is it Falling OR Failing? If affirmative, One of the reason 'might' be:

As we Traverse(d) + Lost with ('only ^ n') Intention to secure First our ‘Dreams + Share’; Some welcomed the Closed Fabric while Some asserted 'Contrived! Despair! Please Spare!’

Gratefulness!

Shalt be grateful to The Roots who harboured & taught!

And streamed weighted gracious acts, classy chord;

Though distinct but powered, echoed "splendid sights",

Even if never converged, sequestered, remained not in accord.

Muse

Not embracing 'Contrived' Fabric,

Is mere Repudiation of Servitude;

Exploring any Contingent Upshots,

Could be Speculated, being 'Mused'.

The Transcendence Touch!

The Time when concrete nudged by leaves or ocean's tides,

Exuberant gracious wind breathed, whispered with strides;

Once rooted branches departed, waves arisen with strength,

No more concrete embrace now as retreated all the plinths;

In Boxes where shadows paired, walls separated by 'a' creed,

Where Originals almost ousted by the hybrid synthetic breed;

Transcendence Touch once disputed but now more simon-pure,

Than archetypal unconscious spirits encumbered and insecure;

Where once fervid in the flesh was stolen by disparate shades,

While Quantum captives, conscious, ameliorated since first made;

Synced, boxes with holographic patterns; cosmic structures too,

Facets reflected evenly lights, evinced symmetry & passed through. :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2018

The Present!

Heard no echo of bugle above, in chorus none danced or sung!

In a Century, erected sky touching stones with floating spectrums;

Though lands reverberated diversified notions - none would disown, 

Still The Spherical Jungle remained unsafe, insecure and alone;

The Pugnacious Beings on the Sphere, to forge links, skedaddled and galvanized,

Who was friend or foe of whom, imperceptible, as unabated Wars of Trade or Doctrines were restricted to expand Treasure Size;

Theorized: Whoever prosper in building super brain shalt lead the sphere,

Some plummeted, kept savouring Mucky Games while FEW took cognizance & actuated to PREPARE;

Anything Excessive is scourge not blessings but none willfully realized,

Savoured Academic Administrative Afflictions as if cognitions were contorted + synthesized;

Mavericks Mavens Disciples Purests stumbled to curb Wrecking,

Repetitive Actions defiled the Fabric, charted without Blessings!

Some embraced Doctrine of Diversity with ardour while others cited discordance, Screamed,

Rather building congenial or ameliorated Tastes first, asserted on 'First My Dream!'

The irreconcilable strings seemed never be welded or cemented,

While paths charged with distinct Doctrines stood unamended;

Amongst All 'Unfeigned' Discordance & Misconceptions on Sphere Breathed and Bided,

Upshot of Conduct or Spell who knows seems till then Denouement stands Undecided.

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2018

Phenomena

Some phenomena wrung adverse to ameliorate,

But tales omitted wiped from antiquity & texts;

Even though charted or spoken by the originals,

Attenuated distorted the spectrum & contexts.



Some phenomena can't be unlearned or undone?

Transcribed engraved both dated and undated;

Raw texts coated assorted compiled by myriads,

Followed, coerced, compelled or ingurgitated.



Some Phenomena devised, preserving status quo,

Notions sprang on the cornerstone of 'AS IS';

Malleable fabric constructed and organized,

To tranquilize but repressing 'hereinafter' & a miss.



Some Phenomena are unanticipated uncharted,

And even if perceptible, idiosyncrasies negate;

Inexorable inhabitants map - joys or repents,

Exemplars, not inklings, march us forward with fate.


© Pranav Chaturvedi 2018

Desire != Love

When impetus compels to meander for warmth engulfed in arms;

To endure Pleasure or Disparity for loving thy flesh seething, unharmed.

Overlapping subsets that define Love & Lust is mere impulsive predilection;

As love couldn't be dredged nor peace when sequestered to fleshes or friction.

As remains of impulse or friction would be cast off and forgotten;

Luscious hegemony over cognition never behold trust, sinks rock bottom.

Like libations bury authentic love, drench it under lusty lies;

Steps taken were meant to forsworn under dark sulking skies.

Is Oneness defined by closing distance for intrinsic need?

Or authentic that would be to transcribe it as an act of greed!

Inspiration Compassion Attraction is Love, a noble belief;

Avidity for Lust is not Love, would never vouchsafe solace or relief :)

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2018

A Bygone Tale of Two Compeers

Sulking dark donjon once shackled Two Compeers,

An era where lands illuminated by blaze when armed;

Scintillating Swords revealed the souls it ingurgitated,

Knowledge Not but populist doctrines were charmed.

Originated not from same belief, weren't from one realm,

Two longed to disenthrall creeds; for 'one' exiguous survived;

Umpteen measures broken blocked now shackled & locked,

The Two Compeers bared, depleting waist, on prayer thrived.

One Morning heard an aged voice, turned & discerned,

Wrinkled face cushioned with beard with kindled eyes;

Once confidant of the throne, demeaned when queried thesis,

Expended innumerous days engraving truth & lies.

Unveiled unrevealed brightened the escape- were unshackled,

Covered the flesh with fabric, The Two scampered towards shore;

Who was kindred to everlasting, sprang first on the boat,

And Slashed knife behind, wounded, the other fell on floor;

'Disaccord never blooms affinity,' he said, 'with Unpublished I leave,'

Drifted towards the land he came from, mocking sacred deal.  

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2018

The Realist

The Realist noise restrained the steps,

Rhapsodic not words shalt be, no depth.

Inundated reflections with clauses then why meet?

Holistic neither scent nor any act would greet.

Knowing Contract on ledger first be inked,

Anticipated be wronged Codicils be linked.

Greatest kiss could turn into last goodbye,

Thresh chaff, knowing this act is an ignoble lie.

But tracks carried Trust towards unstated,

Would endure corollary even if abated.

Fervid not, as in ledger stolid was transcribed,

Paths inculcated when planted were already described.

Those eyes compelled to ratify whatever inked,

Permissible not to amend & wrong, 'grace would feed,' if you think.

No words those lips spake but exemplified wants;

Receded! To rekindle, redraft, away from shallow flaunts.

© Pranav Chaturvedi 2018