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.

Standing Still

By Revanth Chaudhary

Standing still , looking above , the sky stares back,
Stars they flicker through light, it amazes thy eyes,
Its a sad thing though , they might allready be dead.


Standing still , looking at the river flow , it continues undisturbed,
My reflection , in the water , not moving , moon and sun’s courtesy,
Its a sad thing , the ripples created ,source unknown, will erase them.


Standing still , looking at the earth , still gaze offered my eyes,
My footprints, embedded in the soil , beautiful pattern ,
Its a sad thing , the winds of change , will erase them to nothingness.


Standing still , looking at the fire , it flares back naturally,
Burns my skin , something beneath it , pain is a metaphor ,
Its a sad thing , the ashes of time , will burn it out , due course.


Standing Still , just waiting , time it calls in its voice,
Wrinkles they grow , marks of age and wear , same end point ,
Its a sad Thing , everything tangible and intangible , is temporary.


Standing Still , looking inside , true story in the diary,
begins - pain , agony , frustration , denial and slowly..
acceptance and the theme for this story ,
smile , you know the reason for the temporary , a journey.