Phenomenological Cones

It’s cone inside a cone,

Very chaotic cones,

And very fractal cones.

There are Space-Time cones,

And humanity cones.

Resemblance seems to be feeble,

Pattern’s very clear.

Patterns, which transcends all fear.

Watch a cone beside you,

Growing and expanding,

But still, in-itself.

Or a cone,

With an artificial eye,

It exists and it vanishes,

Under the background of ultimate cone.

Can you sense that ultimate cone?,

Which has burgeoned you congenital cones.

It’s quite hard to believe relativity of cones,

But, can you find those 11 minus 4 cones?

Even the cone,

Incidental shelter to us,

Was once a baby.

A baby so nascent,

But her parents unknown.

Giving birth to infinite parameters cone,

It breeds consciousness in-itself,

Can we believe in such conscious cone?

Whatever be the level of conscious cones,

The baby was unable to find her parent cones.

Can we, so worldly cones, be able to find decipher the parent cone?