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