In Archaic There is True


The blue clots, 

Crimson clouds, 

And all you’ll see,

Is nothing but things,

All upside down. 
The historic mounts,

And the raged crowns,

All that’s was history,

Is a mess of things,

Experiments all performed. 
The politics

And the philosophy,

Mythical to psychological,

Is all deep rooted, 

Have already gone up and down. 
Today is another moment,

To paint present to old.

Some old archaic re-thought,

Some new ideas getting unfold. 

In the crumbled creases,

You’ll again find something new,

You’ll know you, you’ll know true. 

© Ritika Peace