Tragedy of wanderer!

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Tragedy of wanderer -

“As his own flesh seduced him, forced him to bite himself and taste own saliva and sweat dripping through cheeks, his eyes were red already as if dead drunk, he felt high of his own smell, his nails were already digging through the skin like he did not even want to wear them anymore. He wanted to be nude, for he wanted to look himself really close, as if to see-through, his mind was enslaved and had hand and legs tied as rough as possible, as he wanted it to suffer for the atrocities it forced on the name of being good and reasons. He felt angry, for how can it be wrong to love own self. His fists were clinched as he held himself real hard. He was about to love himself but not softly but violent and rough as if to blow himself in pieces like a volcano.

~ Praveen Parasar

Scribbling!

Scribbling:

“She might be a star, probably too far

Or a fairy, who tempts one being dearly

If real - a dream, or an illusion so mean

One fall to die, or imagine a beautiful lie

To fail is no option; to win is no wish-is just

To get drown in those eyes while attempting to swim

Through heartbeats so slim and yet

None being the chance to be broken out

Of trance, to meet with her, dreams do come true

Someday, somewhere, some-way, somehow, He will…”

~ Praveen Parasar