New Year!

New Year!

And comes the end of another year, in its sophistication
In its incarnation, in its reverberation
In its silent accord and louder blows
To those lost flames and one that still glows

There will be another, there will be anew
A chapter once more and hope galore
Bid adieu for it being so true, for it
Showed us that mirror, shook us to the core (could it?)

For all those dying, for those being killed
For many other hungry, for millions deprived
Deceived and lied, raped and cried
Humanity on trial, and desire of no more to abide

To those lost ones, to bonds severed few
To those faded memory, and made some new
Dusts of past on canvas, future hidden beneath
Let’s wipe it once again, and shine on our view

Stand afresh, stand all together
Hold each other, sing to life and love
One chance more to think, a chance again to act
Raise a toast to New Year with promises intact.

There will be another, there will be anew…

By: Praveen Parasar
Date: 31/12/2013

Soul-cry!

Soul-cry!

 

One day they will cry and shade nothing but self-blood

One day they will feel their own nerves numb

Nothing better than a mute and deaf lost in the rubbles of sin

One day they will die strangled of their own greedy string

 

One day they will cry and hear its echo to be haunted

In the voice of those Childs murdered in their dirty war

Waged for nothing but their own greed, filthy intensions

But, one day they will have their heads beneath their foot, damned

 

One day their luxurious suits would have nothing but

Faces of those dead and buried, to hang upon their golden wall

Faces of burnt, bombed and shot amidst their lavish hall

But, one day they would have no ground to stand, when stained sky would fall

 

Deserved it those people, were no better than rats and insects

Being born in wrong place at wrong time, what else they did expect

As they have said for years and years to proof and deceive

Money makes them all friend when comes the point to cheat

 

Oh, what grief it inflicts to think of those dead

For no reason, or some as they say, does that matter even?

Life being so cheap, death so costly

They sell more armories to kids having nothing to eat

 

Blame it, blame it on good heaven, all hail hell

Pray the devil, hang the gods

Let the death rejoice and life to brutally die

As they taste the children’s blood like chocolate pie.

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 25/11/2013

 

Tragedy of Wanderer!

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

"Time travel seemed more a reality to him, one in which he traveled to his lost old days; to dig out the layers, of what he has been made of, Penning out each detail carefully before flying out to the future imagining what it would be like, if it could be. He often did that, every time he walked vaguely in early mornings or late evenings by silent parks or empty streets, he felt like being in a different time, some that he could not remember belonged to where, when and how. probably present moment served more as a hotel room to him where he could refresh himself only to get back to his such to and fro journeys or may be just cursed for not being in a relationship with present moment of no more than that of one night stand, loved to sleep with behind hidden doors in the dark nights, but only to be away holding hands of past and future in the light of dawn, yet to return again by the dusk to her arms bruised, broken, lost. "

A Quest!

A Quest!

As it saw its prey wandering leisurely around

Unaware of those hungry eyes watching

Hovering across, waiting for that moment to strike

One that carries life and death together, similar yet distinct

Is it the illusion of doe, or the reality of eagle’s claw?

Is it the shattered pieces of mirror, or a face being painted to lie?

Is it the sadness in those teary eyes, or of those dreams made of nightmares, a far cry?

Is it the inability to stand up to truth, or a mere fear to face, accept, or even defy?

To define, to pretend, to scream, to defend

Mocks who, victimizes whom, who falls apart, and wins who

Wiser to appear, bravery to fake, smiley to kill, colors of fear

How long it could hold on standing upon that shaky land

To fall beneath, all tired and broken, but not before point of no return

Where fire of truth burns, scares own shadow even

Accepts if carries a soul, yet to have nothing to offer but to die

Alas! Another life being lost, another life being tried.

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 23/10/2013

Tragedy of wanderer!

Scribbling:

Tragedy of wanderer:

“You are a dog! She said him with a sense of wit holding to her heavy breathes, while he was laying over her with his tongue out licking her soft skin leaving marks of his saliva over her body all over, like lining a trail mark of a journey to a unknown land where he wished to go back again though not knowing what it had in store for him. The words hit him like a tiny throne of acacia nilotica while walking along a faded ridge, yet he found himself unable to react but kept exploring her geography, like in a search of some gold hidden beneath that palpable ground or Actually he did find himself no better than a dog that moment. Feeding on her tongue, sniffing her breathes, licking her skin, moaning on every movement of her, he suddenly smelt his own saliva and sweat. He saw himself being petted in her eyes. He hated himself that moment.”

It always ended this way, he being in a sense of guilt though he enjoyed it. What was it, he did not understand, or maybe he just did not want to, for he was being fed to his lust without being exposed or made up like an idol placed in a temple to be worshiped in the light but only to be drenched in her sweat in the darkness. He had become a prisoner of his own obsession; lustful desires were haunting him even in the sun-light through his own shadow walking close by. And suddenly her skin felt like a web of spider he was being caught into, only to be eaten away, Raw and he watched himself die painfully!

   

~ Praveen Parasar

Mix-Veg Dry Curry - Recipe:

Mix-Veg Dry Curry - How to Prepare - Recipe:

Preparation for four people

Ingredients:
1. Potato  - 5/6 pieces medium size
2. Beat-root - 2 Medium size
3. Green-Capsicum - 2 Medium size
4. Spinach - 200Grams
5. Tomato - 2 small size
6. Onion - 2 small size
7. Coriander leafs - a little for pudding

Spices:
1. Cumin seeds - 1/2 table spoon
2. Cinnamon - few small pieces
3. cloves  - 3-4 pieces
4. mace - few small pieces

5. Bay leaf - 2-3 pieces
6. green chilly - 1 or 2 pieces as per taste
7. salt - 2 table spoon/as per taste
8. Turmeric power - 1/2 table spoon
9. garam-masala powder - 1 tablespoon
10. cumin-coriander powder - 1 tablespoon

Preparation:

1. Boil the potato and beat-root and cut in 4 pieces each
2. chop the onion in thin long slices, tomato in thick long sloice
3. chop the
 spinach in smaller size
4. cut the capsicum in medium sizes each

Cooking:

Keep a deep pan on LPG gas-stove and put 6-7 spoon of mustered or refined oil and let it get heated, once hot put the spices in it one by one and mix them properly for 1 minute. put the onion slices into it and let it fry till it gets light brown in color. put the tomato slices in it along with capsicum pieces and mix them properly and leave it for another 1-2 minutes on medium flame. next mix the spinach along with potato and beat-root into it and mix them properly, add the salt, turmeric power and mix them evenly. leave the pan covered for frying for another 2-3 minutes (keep checking in between) add the garam/cumin-coriander masala into it with a light sprinkle of water and mix it again. and leave it to be fried for another 2 minutes. once you start getting smell of spices out of it after 2 minutes of frying add coriander leaves, turn the stove off and keep it covered for few minutes before serving it hot. enjoy the vegetable extravaganza :)

Useful Link: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Indian_spices

By: Praveen Parasar
Date: 30/11/2013

Tragedy of Wanderer!

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer!

“Every single note that popped out every time those fingers fell upon rusted metallic keys bringing out sound of love and sadness, he felt a word popping out of his skin drenched in his own blood. Disguised he thought of them, yet could not help but carry it to the nearby bed of roses, only to lay down beside, watching her half-asleep, half awake, nodding lazily to his lips, kind of assurance that she has not yet deserted him to the thrones below that bed. And he could not help but to watch her amidst that never-ending solitude; as the night grew darker and melancholic, as she fell asleep as sound as that veil of darkness young night had come holding upon, as those roses dried out faster than his heartbeats (being beside her!) made way for thrones lying beneath to shatter his dreams, tearing out his skin, making him bleed and to find his words floating through. And he remained clueless of that face ever-again, bleeding whole night; bleeding words of solitude, yet holding onto that pen, not to get drown. Alas!”

~ Praveen Parasar

The Lovers!

The Lovers!                                      

Let us keep that mask on

Let us lie to each other some more

Do not let truth spoil our longing

Hold each close and let kiss bloom

They say, love is blind, lust cares none

All it wants is to let bodies burn

In the flame of desire, passion

Shadow of lies beneath truth of sun

Hide our faces, eyes may feel shy

To confront the truth can make them cry

Do not be so harsh to our tender heart

It just wished to have a little fun and why

Just let skin feel the fire, heartbeat sync

As we make a toast of dark love and drink!

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 26/11/2013

                                          René Magritte-Les amants (The Lovers) 1928

Intensions!

Intensions!

Barren lands of true intensions

Hidden within, and those layers

Sooner or later grows the seed

Tearing the skin of dried soil within

All they need is a hint of rain

Time does fine, changes the frame

What did one seek, what did one show?

One will find when it starts to grow

Thoughts are inevitable, but it’s about what you plow

As water doesn’t seek the path, it just flows

Silence! Look it’s not what it thought to be

Just a rotten fruit beneath that sad tree

Did it cheat the farmer, or showed him a mirror

You could lie to the whole world, but

Here no more than a naked liar

Stand guard, you must face it now

Before it grows high above swelling you inside

And, will give no more chance than to be remain lost in its tides

Accept, accept it, be brave, be that soul

Who wished you no pain, told you not to foul.

 

Time does fine, frame will change again

Barren lands of true intensions will see the rain, again.

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 18/11/2013

Tragedy of wanderer

Tragedy of wanderer:

“Lying on his bed, he was nothing more than a rotten loath of flesh waiting to be dumped beneath the ground. His own smell unsettled him; it reminded him smell of those liquids in the glass he used to hold in the middle of crowds waiting for a glimpse of him, going gaga over his posters, even if being nothing more than an imposter. Lie, just a lie, a dirty stinky one, a coward, he remembers, he played for way to long, so long that it ruined him, ate him inside out, he felt so weak that he could not even dare to open his eyes to look around and find out if he was still being chased by them. Too weak to even respond to those naked girls dancing around, their bouncing breasts did not arouse him suddenly, for whom he used to go mad once. He felt embraced upon his all of sudden no better than dead penis hanging like a dried flower by the plant that once charmed and attracted bees all over. It was a dream run for him, way to good, one he never imagined, one he never wanted to get out of, but now when reality hit him like a speed breaker on a plain road so hard, it was too hard for him to hold on. He left himself to be drowning inside; a hope still held it somewhere, Hope! An ever-open Last option for a coward.

Soul Song!

SOUL SONG!

Uncertain and forlorn

Made of glass, a heart strong

Holds self amidst chaos and realities blown

Not so sure of what, how and when

Walks up and down, far and long

Leaves no mark, just bygone

To seek, to wander, whistling a song

Falters now and then, steadies again

To forget, to forgive, a silent moan

To watch self act, to criticize, to clap upon

Never ending hope, to explore unknown

To die not a merely body but be water, flowing

Hardened, vaporized yet born, reborn…!

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 25/09/2013

In The Darkness!

In The Darkness

 

Lost are his words, in the darkness of black ink

Scribbled on that ruined paper, dirty and stinks

He could not make it read any better, sound any good

Could not even make it look any better, neither dolled up nor dressed in pink

 

It remained lost; rightly so, could not garner any attention it did seek

Like a poor old beggar, lost behind garbage dump, searching something to feed

Dreamed for ages to serve self a lavish food and wine’s treat

As that poetry slowly washed itself of own tear, a never ending search, oh! That grief

 

Sinks his heart in that depths of gloomy moon-light

Feels like burning and wishes to see no-light, but

Darkness embraced him like a secret lover, beneath silence of bare-foot walk

Rained kisses, as they made love in midst of that strange fight, forgot even to talk

 

Resting behind one big rock-stone, holding each other close

Let those words to fly by screaming aloud like bats; He, they kept that moment snoozed

Scribbled on her bare back again, used ink of saliva and sweat, smelled of orgasm

True? Fake? Didn’t matter, for he had found those words again to scribble and love to booze

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 14/09/2013

Princess’s Dream!

Princess’s Dream!


Kohl In her eyes, she sketched herself

Rejoiced the blank canvas of heart

Painted it with her mysterious expressions

Resembled to horizon of those lonely evenings

 

An invitation they flare to an unknown land

Of vast blue sea and golden sands

To walk along shores, you must ask permission

If not, they might tear you away

 

O dear! Dare not I say, keep your eyes down

You may be held guilty of stealing her precious crown

One, which she keeps safe in backyard of her smile

Might lose it to; must not, even if showed upon shade of love awhile

 

She waits for her prince, gently smiling

Will take her away one day, on his golden horse flying!

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 11/09/2013

Being a Traveler!

Being a Traveler!

 

Of what I dream, of what I fear

I walk miles and miles,

Hiding sometimes in hollow dark corners

Smelling of those smiles and tear

 

Search for life in the ruins of light

And for devil in naked darkness of night

Search some in the vicinity of dusk and dawn

Search continues and the soul’s plight

 

Moment of love, moment of hate

Moment of joy, moment of sad fate

Moment that stitches some wounds

Moment that brings some nightmare back

 

Being uncertain, yet to have faith

Left blindfolded, still to take another step

Lost it remains for long and insane

Yet to walk another mile, must be carrying a burning flame

 

Whom does it long for, what does it wish

What does scare it, what could bring it bliss

Unknown is the journey, as where to reach

Have a heart though, that vow to keep exploring still.

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 07/09/2013

Inception!

Inception!

 

I did not yearn to have you remain close

Neither by my side, nor forever tied to my toes

All I wanted is to have you in my memories

Some moments together, to live a life in those

 

I missed to have those chit-chats anymore

To just sit beside, and watch you galore

And fade away in the tick-tock of that wall-clock

As you turn pages of that book, sitting on the floor

 

I never wished to be part of your shining laughter

Neither to your sadness, nor any other chapter, no, never!

I just wished to be that water droplet hanging by your hair

One that fell upon you, when you danced in the rain, so prettier!

 

Time flew past, life going by, it’s all afresh, and it’s all here

We are no more together, and moments of no more tear

Strangers again, only if someone could sew

Those torn pages of the book, you gifted me last year.

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 18/08/2013

 

 

Independence Day!

Here comes that day again
Day of independence, day of liberty
Day of regaining its lost sovereignty...
Day when we swore to bring back that lost glory

To fall from position of world leader
To fall apart of those invasion and shear
To be ripped in pieces for mere gold and diamonds here
To be ridiculed by them all for being kind and peaceful teacher

To get raped and robbed again and again
To get killed in cold blood again and again
To get butchered for standing to its values
To get kicked and laughed, as it did bear; for ages, all that pain

But enough was enough; it was not a mere sheep
It gave birth to warriors and brave hearts too,
Who vowed to break free those shackles without fear
And to rewrite that story of history with the ink of its blood and golden tear

And today, it has been years of all that
Things have changed, and it’s all much better
True, we still have several wounds to fill, many holes to fill
But, our beauty lies in our persistence and determination
Our desire to keep moving forward despite glitches and hitches…!

By: Praveen Parasar
Date: 15/08/2013

A Smiley!

 

A Smiley!

 

To walk through fire, to stand by storm

To stay upright when being forced down

To not loose calm amidst rage around

To keep moving forward by the lost ground

 

One needs courage, and guts to rise up

To show one’s choice to accept and suffer

Find its way through the darkened corner

Let own blood melt those chains tangled

 

Suffer, what you must, it will do good

Believe yourself, keep your head high

Smoke some joint and dance by every dawn

Welcome another day with no sign of malign

 

Let yourself burn, let self melt

Let it make you shine like gold, strong as brick

Let it drive you away and distant

Let yourself discover a dreamland everyday

 

Catch a butterfly, and sing it a song

Smile though the heave of pain like insane

No wonder you will come out afresh

Brave like a lion, and roaring in a flash

 

We live for someone, we die for some

We may find ourselves lost at some moment

But, life is a journey, we must accomplish

And walk past waving our hand high as we finish...

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 1/8/2013

 

A Sinner!

A Sinner!

 

I am a sinner

Sins hidden under my

Good looks, make-ups

Wrap of my smile

I manipulate people

Make them believe

I talk about god

Poison hidden under my tongue

And, lips painted of holy words

Eyes raping them, robbing them

Of their treasure, their worth

I console them in my embrace

Thrones hidden under my skin

Who suck the blood out of their veins

While they await to be freed from their sin

I make them mine

I walk over their flowers

They planted, to gift god

I crush them under my feet

Food for god, made of their flesh

They feel lucky, sacrifice is important

I bring them close to enlightenment

And, keep their heads as souvenir 

I collect sins

I make a tomb of sins

Bricks made of innocents bones

Walls painted of their blood

Decorated of their dead eyes, hopeful eyes

They will look upon me

In the darkness of night

While I sleep on the bed of those dead souls

I am their savior

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 11/07/2013

 

 

Lost love!

Lost love!

 

A ghost, a human

Who defines me?

You or your smile

Your hate, your desire

I float, I laugh

May be few seconds left

On that clock, ruined

Lead all to a new world, follow…!

As you kept watching above

To those stars, planets

One which communicated, or tried

One which could, still in future

As I wait, as I die        

I smell of her perfume

I see her smiling

I vanish through, as she sleeps

In her dreams…

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 27/06/2013

 

Hunt!

"And suddenly a distant question hit him like sniper bullet, why? As he burned her to ashes and threw her butt out onto that garbage. He did feel weak for once; he could not hold his gaze to her already dead eyes. Rather decided to turn away and went back to his chair. Oh! How hard it is to get away from temptation of destroying self. It was raining and air was still filled with smell of her burned skin.

It was not long ago when both of them were holding each other and dancing upon the music played through that old gramophone. He loved to play those big discs through that old box, he felt like magician, who could let music roll through that dead wooden chamber and today with her in his arms he felt powerful, again. He drank, and more and so did her. It was a night of love, love that was ready to surrender to lust.

She fell madly in love with him, she trusted him, and why not. She felt so safe so loved though it was just couple of hours earlier that they met in that pub where she was serving beers to local roadside Romeos, listening to their dirty comments and offers to sleep with them and being raped by their lusty eyes. It had been so common for her that she did not mind it anymore; she would just give a dry smile and return with another glass of beers. But that day was different.

She saw him from a distance. Sitting alone in his neat tuxedo, his hat placed beside silently and a glass of scotch in his hands, which he was soaking slowly, like lost in some thoughts. He was not looking around, or maybe he was not interested in others. She guessed probably he is sad, or may be in search of someone, or someone running away from police! She felt a shiver on that thought and there the moment she was looking at him, he raises his eyes. He looked at her calmly and she felt like being caught red-handed, and first time a smile appeared on her lips that she had lost somewhere for all these years. She could not deny herself anymore. This was a perfect love at first sight for her.  

She enjoyed seeing other woman jealous of her having him, and when they sighed and whispered around, she held him close and gave him a long kiss. He smelled wonderful, like a man, a strong smell of aftershave from his clean-shaved face. She sat on her lap, placed her hand around his neck and gave him a chance to peek through her already boiling cleavage. It was a kind of game for her that night. Game of love, one that finds joy in lust.

Night had grown and so was darkness in that room. They had already lost their clothes and were ready to explore each other. Moans had already started to ruin that music while they kissed each other continuously, like trying to give a mouth to mouth to save each other’s life. What next, she could not think, she was feeling like in heaven. It had been years that she gave herself like this to somebody. She wanted him to tear her apart, lick her skin away from her body, ride her like an animal for whole night; one she wished never to get over. Suddenly she felt coldness of a metal on her neck and before she could surprise herself, a thick line of blood burst through her skin.

He sliced her throat in a flash, and watched her die. She was watching him too through that darkness, one which was taking her life away. Before she could think anything else, she was dead.

He was still looking at her calmly."