Cosmic Beauty Poem by PRAVEEN KUMAR English Poems

All looks crisscross,
A greenhorn's mumblings,
Rise and fall randoms
Without a track to take a run,
When we see eyes shut,
Interpret with closed minds.

Open your eyes deep within
Hidden in the chamber
Of the frozen vision
To see the light beyond limits;
A rhombic world
Of magical lights
Whirls around in perfect rhymes
Of rhythmic orchestra
Along the lanes of endless times,
Leads all like a pied-piper;
Where it leads,
Nobody knows;
Why it leads,
None of us know.

All is a foretaste,
That nothing is a waste;
All is new light
That all has sound sense
‘Neath human horizons,
Fabricating new future
And building new worlds,
From Aeon's till now
To endless time's course;
Man is its critter,
A part of time layout;
How can he figure out post
From where he is moulded to hold?
Or figure out fabrications
Beyond his limited grasp?

Nothing is piecemeal,
Nothing, in tatters,
All is a building block
To raise millenniums;
Each, an improvised plan,
Each of us, a blueprint dot
Of building the cosmic future
In endless cosmic music;
We are tiddy falls and rises
To sweeten the nature's songs,
Though we know not how
We add to cosmic beauty.