Tuesday, March 27, 2012


Encounter with Truth

A desperate try
To hide it, to fake it
Like no one is watching
Like no one would ever find
You lie, to none other than yourself
Oh you poor animal!

Your eyes wider, your muscles stressed
Your ears ringing, your hands shake
Heartbeat racing, breathes out of sync
Still you make your lips dance
Bringing an evil smile to distract
No one but your own soul!

You thought you could get away with that?
To fool someone was that easy,
Like telling a kid, there’s a granny on the moon
Shame on you, coward
Beware! Before it’s too late
Before it starts killing you, mercilessly
When you sleep, or in dream
When you awake, or at work
Before your own soul refuses
to recognize you, to forgive you!

You could never make truth your slave
Whether Keeping it decorated, or beneath diamond walls
Neither Make-up nor fancy gold sheet would work
It’s eternal; it is no one’s prisoner
And, once it would start dancing naked
You would beg for mercy, you would cry for death!

BY: - PRAVEEN PARASAR     
DATE: - 27/03/2012






Saturday, March 24, 2012


That Girl Wearing Kohl In Her Eyes…!

That girl wearing Kohl in her eyes
Eyes that were deep
Like a blue sea, full of life
Spoke love and grace
Silently, jovial soul of her
Flickering innocence all around
She walked like a fawn
Roaming in her own thoughts
Careless, afraid of being lost
Whispered something
Euphony swirled in the air
Making a rainbow of words
So musical, so magical
Like a poetry
Or a painting,
Carving an artist’s imagination
Perfectly into a piece of art, and
I felt a sudden urge
To explore, to steal,
To touch, to feel
Her soul, her beauty
Too curious I looked upon
And she was just smiling at me…

By: Praveen Parasar
Date: 24/03/2012

*Kohl- Kajal in hindi, a decorative cosmetic used to wear in eyes.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012


An Illusion

We live in a fake world
Most of time,
One full of fiction, deceptions
Where thing looks like we want
Where thing happens as we want
Where thing sounds what we want
Even when we know, it’s dangerous!
Even when we know the price
To be paid, once it’s over!

Do we love to be in, or
We are forced to?
We are not blind
Or deaf or senseless
Why than we are deluded, or
We fall to it, but somehow
Embarrassed to accept the truth?
Does it mean we lie,
To self, to our own soul, why?

A dark desire buried in heart
Deep and more, of name, of fame
To rule, to kill, and no shame
To stand on par with God
Slicing the throat of truth
Beneath the foot of lies,
Weaving a spider’s cocoon around self
Slowly behind our own shadow
We die in a fake world
Number of times!


BY: - PRAVEEN PARASAR
DATE: - 13/03/2012

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