Tragedy of Wanderer!

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