Scribbling:
Tragedy of
Wanderer:
“He wasn’t sure why or how but felt his thoughts had turned
colder than the night and even beneath layers of blanket his lungs were being
filled with cold air, he felt his bloods clotting and bones cracking, weight of
frozen thoughts were getting heavier upon him. He felt his heartbeat being
dragged away by the tick tock of that wall clock that announced its authority
over his silent screams and forced him to try harder to look around, but only
if he could see those thoughts, for they had turned darker than his blind eyes.
Alas! He could not help but wait for a sleep; more of a nightmare, like a
pathetic creature dying slowly waiting for the end.”
~ Praveen Parasar
10/01/2013
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