by: Pranjal Singh
I found myself in a trance
Where everything seemed sublimed to the one who possessed vigilance
Where I contrived the guerdon for what I toiled for
It was a world imbued with beatitude,
In midst of a furore of all and sundry
Where the birds took the flight of the leeway that I desiderate for
Where the florets conceded to the zephyr,
Like an inveterate soul does to gospel truth
It was a world pervaded of acceptance,
A world vindicative towards foibles
It was a world like no other, and I found my self enthralled than ever
Exhuming for the rarity it possesses,
Taking it in as nibbles to my ravenous soul
I scrutinized the remarks that I once asseverated,
On the bark of a particular tree that I stood in front of
Re-weighing of what could have been imparted right
Or what could have been left tacit
And then there was tenebrosity like a soul left shunned
It possessed affliction, aggravation, envy, and everything that is erroneous
Until light paraded itself, accepting the darkness like a mother does her child
And then I saw the roots of a tree, burgeoned deep into the earth, like the morals that I incarcerate myself with, it was stronger than the flaunting flowers
The leaves of the tree fell apart by a robust gust of wind,
Now savoring the company of a newfangled friend
I wondered why the tree didn’t felt despondent, being lost of companions
Only to discern-it has known of long, long ago
Neither never, nor ever, can you have something last forever
I looked at what the future could be yet not pretermitting what the past was
The sky was the testimony of what I encountered in this new world, today
What a beautiful dwam it was, a beguiling reverie, just like the beauty of this life