What I Made

By Revanth Chaudhary


Towering up, Through what I can See and Visualize, then beyond,
Lie those pillars, I made for me, by me.

 Rising through, Depths of deepest trenches and caves, then beyond,
Lie those pillars; I made for me, by me.


 Oh! How can I see, What I built for me, by me,
When my vision is blinded by apathy incessantly.


Oh! How can I feel, What I touch, built for me, by me,
When I refuse, the touch from inside me.


Growing up, through ages all, time-flies incessantly, then beyond,
Lie those pillars , I made  for me , by me ..


Expanding through, space(s)-volume, domains glare, then beyond,
Lie those pillars, I made, for me, by me.


Oh! How can I grow old, when the transient is eternity, in I,
And I refuse to accept the divinity of my humanity.


Oh! How can I quantify, the whole of I, when domains expand,
In ethereal bliss, And I Shrink enlighteningly.


Standing tall, through any time, life’s in bounty, then beyond,
Lie those pillars, I built for me, by me.


Balancing the mortal skate, through terrain present in history, then beyond,
Lie those pillars, I built for me, by me.


Oh! How can I grow, quantify, see, feel ,
What they built, for me, by me, when my vision is unseen within ‘ I ‘.

Oh! How can I grow, quantify, see, feel,
What I built, for me, by me, so inherent in geometric conformity...


Then, realizing the lines that draw around, and circle overhead, then beyond,
The whisper from the pillars, grounded through soil, speak -


“Only I can hold ‘my’ Time.
Only I can hold ‘my’ Space.
Only I can hold ‘my’ Me.
Only I can hold ‘my’ I.
Only I can hold ‘my’ Light. “...................


 Looking around inside-outside ‘a’ placidly,
Finding the light, liberation and universe,
Outlet deserved and fear dissolved, 
To let Everyone else, Be.