Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer –
For he found himself caged in the thoughts of burning, burning at the tips of his fingers, pouring nothing but words, words that ignited the fire, fire that had almost enslaved him. It was impossible to stop now. There is always certain measures that appears to be our accompanying manoeuvres in the wake of our surrendering, to none other than self, for having no other place to go, no other place to find that fire, fire that could let one burn, burn as if a wild fire raging through a forest, screaming aloud on every attempt to contempt it. He was burning, and he wished to leave no trace this time, Alas! There were traces of ashes every time, which rebuilt him, despite his wishes against it, for he must be standing again, only to be burnt again, it was a ritual to him now. Ritual as if written in a religious scripture, followed by billions blindly day and night, to burn each other. Only difference between them and him; they wished to burn each other, he wished to burn himself and both remained disappointed to find it all standing again after every dusk, before every dawn.
Tragedy of Wanderer –
For he found himself caged in the thoughts of burning, burning at the tips of his fingers, pouring nothing but words, words that ignited the fire, fire that had almost enslaved him. It was impossible to stop now. There is always certain measures that appears to be our accompanying manoeuvres in the wake of our surrendering, to none other than self, for having no other place to go, no other place to find that fire, fire that could let one burn, burn as if a wild fire raging through a forest, screaming aloud on every attempt to contempt it. He was burning, and he wished to leave no trace this time, Alas! There were traces of ashes every time, which rebuilt him, despite his wishes against it, for he must be standing again, only to be burnt again, it was a ritual to him now. Ritual as if written in a religious scripture, followed by billions blindly day and night, to burn each other. Only difference between them and him; they wished to burn each other, he wished to burn himself and both remained disappointed to find it all standing again after every dusk, before every dawn.
~ Praveen parasar
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