Dead hearts, still, a-pounding;
A silence so resounding,
Melodies of discord abound,
Where skies, high, below the ground
From shoal, depths, begin descent,
In summers of our discontent,
They dodge, deaf, deflections,
A mirror of reflections
A simple, sound, complexity,
A nimbly- knit perplexity,
A sin, sacred, sacrosanct
Ingratitude so duly thanked,
This light, this, opacity,
This hopeless audacity,
That temporary permanence
That gracious, gentle, turbulence
Alarmed, earnest, hypocrisy,
Anarchy in democracy!
Never again, left back behind,
This conservative, open-mind
This life, this, duality,
A figment of reality,
Perceptions through these concave lenses…
Yours estranged,
Con-vexed senses..
Pranav Mehta is student and likes to pour out abstract musings in monochromes and colour.
6 Comments
1 Narinder Jit Kaur wrote:
Wow! Wonderful, Pranav Mehta, you are a genius. Keep it up. very mature thoughts, great poetic effect. Well done!
2 Mehendi wrote:
Wow! This is impressive.
3 Siddharth Dabholkar wrote:
A moving piece..touches the heart.
4 Richa anand wrote:
Wonderful contradictions in every line…with an amazing tempo from the beginning till the end.
Keep it up…
5 Minu Mehta wrote:
Every line is a treat, with a rich weaving of contradictions.
6 Naishadh Jani wrote:
gr8