A Chartered Mind…
Forging ahead to seek that spark within !
In the flutes of the reeds
With breathing melodies espoused to speak,
To and fro, as senses break thro' those grounded seeds,
Over spaces creaking around the souls booted feet,
O Look! a silence plunges; off the ground, growing astound, looking at grown consciousness's—full fledged leads…
Outlived, it's just rest for the weary, awoken from tombs, as if, risen from sleeps!
And then again, swirling down, ever landing, all in ripples, built up to sweeps!
Indeed, amid such gabled bleak, it just feels like - one REPUBLIC; a coexistence caught up in majority; a classic case of each one saluting to each other’s drum beats.
And with these word forces tied up to strings, abound on labels of some sort of deeper seeks
Where I go, you go too, heretofore, must I believe
Or, is it just my time to pack up, show up signs and finally leave, To tread upon roads, running into parallels, with spirited journeys
—alongside those great unknowns, passing by in fleets
Yet, here I am, holding —keys—to life and death, simply partaking as WILL waits upon want, unbeknownst to needs
For there's nothing much more than this
And with all that there is, this world in components, shall be always there to beseech
A little less like lost and a little more like found, as I still believe For, Howsoever I have lived —a life —you won't understand, yet l must keep !
Until next ...Godspeed Need !
Madhu Goteti, May 15th, 2022
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Madhu Goteti
The thrums in the strums and the delights in the humdrum of life have always fascinated me.
It’s that feast of reason and flow of soul; in all that I see and all that I shall behold!
I am an avid lover of art and philosophy!
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