Scribbling:
Tragedy of
Wanderer:
“In the heart
of darkness, he swayed and again, to and fro, inside-out and at high speed, as
if in sync with the motion of train he was sitting upon. It was as if a strong
rush of adrenaline in his stiff veins. He was amazed, scared, tired, yet alive.
For darkness always showed him his self in more dimensions and clarity, than he
ever saw in a room flooded with light. Yet, as if he had been left stranded in
a mirror room and views of his own flesh made him feel sick. He did not want to
hold that prick, yet it insisted, and he felt as if no control over his own
body. As if it was body of an animal that he was supposed to look after for
time being and he must. Suddenly he felt a strong force drowning him before he
could take his hands away. He must hold himself, his legs were trembling. He
hated the smell, it disgusted him and yet pleasure of that particular instant
took over his consciousness. It was exactly the same pleasure he felt when for
the first time his atoms gathered in the womb of his creator. He could not
decide yet felt as if there was the answer to catch and a thought flashed in
his heart, for it’s not what light reveals but what darkness fails to hide and
yet darkness; at its disfigured face, offers to show what light steals silently
beneath its innocence, as was the case with pleasure and sadness.”
~ Praveen Parasar
