I’m intrigued by webs
broken strings, a tangled mess
Rope me in to resolve
unveil or just understand
I’m cynical of dreams
about simple linear threads
Foggy figments of imagination
habitants of dull landscapes
Concentric circles
are tiresome but true
complex, self-aware, curious,
elaborate yet exciting
Cloak me in a cluttered quagmire
rather than
soak me in singular strands
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
What tragedy befell
for your blood and veins
to turn into stone
What caught your eye
for you’ve weathered
storms and battles
to gaze unwaveringly
Did you see history unfold
long before it was written?
Did you absorb the everyday
that compounds into calamities?
Sun, rain and snow
move you no more
Perhaps, you predict nature
forsee what’s in store
How many centuries are filed
in the folder of your mind?
Have you looked through
the facades of mankind?
Your seeing eye holds secrets
unheard of, unasked for-
all but the one you seek
Will you ever wake up
to set the story straight
on humanity?
Copyright © Roshni Ramanan
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