Tragedy of Wanderer!
As sensual,
that touch appeared
Never any
other, O why
As seductive
those whispers seemed
Voice none
another, O how
So lovely that
one kiss felt
Lips and
tongue got feathers, O what
Turned
bodies all red
Rivers
flowing onto each other, O heaven
Suddenly one
looked so beautiful
Eyes were
pleased as never ever, curious wanderer!
A mere
illusion, a lie to self, O whether
An enduring
truth, amidst false rage
Walking
through a burning desert, O when
Thy shadow
offered a little solace
Unable to
fathom silence of own heart, or
Desired to
forego what waited ahead,
Good or bad,
this or that place
Devils own
trail or a sacred trace, O none
But magic in
that instant, that shows
Brighter to
appear, pleasing than ever
Soothes
one’s soul, leaves no fear, and there
Love being
of fools, life of wise
Wanderer
whistled past them wearing grand smile, O dear
For one
being there just to perceive, and scribble
Hold thy
close in that little closet once in a while, O again
Only to be
lost in self exile
For, he
learnt no good, he knew no bad
He found no
love, he owed no life
By: Praveen
Parasar
Date:
07/01/2014
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