The Keys

Ain't fallacious IF stated that in bygone tales, Knowledge was shared,

Dispensed Administered by those who Preserve(d) it & Care(d)!

Imparted but NOT before perusing unmasking the facade,

Of the seekers who approached through Fairness or Influential Gate.

A Warrior Spirit

A noble warrior 'spirit' cannot 'alone' transcend or ameliorate,

As in absence of 'crafted' sheathing it dwells in peril;

Where negotiations galvanize only to conquer throne,

Seasons would come & go, riveted in 'deferral'.

Carte Blanche

The persuasion of Being Terrene is a Virtue,

But NOT when parti pris is induced, immersed;

Else equalled to Slaying Softly, under the Codes,

What worth throne framed with ashes, post those purged.

The Train

Day before, on evenings, miles are booked,

Eyes to gaze the unknown, mind to outlook;

Separated what from roads, haze & mountains,

And from fields lying barren or planted grains;

Stumbled

"He deserved his retribution and whereas I deserved mine";

This notion fabricated our 'Fabric' but latter stumble(d) with time.

What worth those Partisan Doctrines that never elevated?

When equating to realization at idiosyncratic level - be self introspected!

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