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