Tragedy of Wanderer!

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Tragedy of Wanderer:

“They held each other, as if holding on to time, carrying that tick tock on their shoulders while keeping world on their laps amidst it all being sleepy. Who were watching them, who were there to listen to their confessions to each other, their giggling, their mischievous acts, their playfulness all along, who knew suddenly it all will turn against them, conspire and hard, to make them silent, confiscate, force them to bury their heads beneath ground, and make them burn through the warmth of the breath of their own.

Well! And completely unknown to all such conspiracies they were still holding on to each other, still keeping pace with that tick-tock, caressing each other as if caressing wounds inflicted upon through those numbers on the dial. They touched each other, his fingers dipped upon her skin as if one puts his finger in a pond of still water, lost in oblivion for so long, and this touch fuelling life back into them, made them breathe. Breathe as if a storm raging, as if they would wipe it all, wipes all those walls that had kept them a prisoner for so long, as they kissed, as they loved. As the storm surged and raged.”

~ Praveen Parasar

Tragedy of Wanderer!

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Tragedy of Wanderer:
“And suddenly, there was no destination, for there was no more any objective left, stranded aloof in that dark silent pathway, there was only memory of a spark that once lightened up all those paths and led them to that dream. Alas! It was same spark that burnt it all down, and so intense. For smoke painted and filled those pathways and darkened the skies, turned them all into a dark abyss, where he could do nothing but pour that darkness into own eyes and make himself blind and look through it, for it showed him his own hollow self being buried, beneath none other than his own shadows. He must have deserved it.”

~ Praveen Parasar

She!

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“And she kept flowing, by heavier days and calmer nights. Kept walking away from those shadows and open skies, for words felt hard to define her, she knew no boundaries, she knew no sky, no earth, and no sea, no edges. She flew along, she dripped along, she fumed through the glasses, for she was in love, she was no more solid flesh but a mere pool of blood draining her in their orgasms that she felt too hard to resist.

For she was too light in his arms, too soft beside his shadow, too hot beneath his skin only to be burnt, dusted, buried and lost, for only is she knew how to walk away from his temptations, she felt too weak, too much lust in those arms, smell of his sweat made her heartbeat scream, she felt a sensation too strong to turn away. She decided to surrender. She wanted to be loved, as if not she must slice her skin to feel the kill she awaited through his fingers, silently, in the darkness, in the vicinity of dead lamps.

As the night witnessed them hunt each other.”

~ Praveen Parasar

Scribblings - She!

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She!
"Her skin were her ornament she wore elegantly, her flesh were her clothes she wore effortlessly, her hairs were her hat she held on to quite casually yet stylish as she looked for it was certainly beautiful and attractive. Gave her an edgy look for she kept her face hidden behind its shadow, and as usual it made her a mystery that everyone was curious to figure out. And she laughed of the speculation by flaunting off her curves as if the accessories chosen and matched carefully, but no less famine, she walked by putting her colour on display which some saw as a sun fading down by dusk while some as sun waking up by dawn, well what difference, for it both carried that golden touch that only gives an illusion of it being calm and soft, and you wait for few moments, it fires up and makes you almost blind, only to give burning if you dare watch for any longer, but through shadow it always passes on life it contains behind it’s hidden eyes. She was similar too, for she was white, she was black, she was brown, she was golden, and yet no one could figure out her colour till one kept on trying to find out, only to be disappointed and lost, but once one saw her through the edges she carried, there she was, transparent as water, flowing freely, effortlessly through their hands, mind, heart."

~ Praveen Parasar

Tragedy of Wanderer!

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"for it disturbed him as if a someone had thrown not a piece of rock but a whole mountain, as if they conspired to drawn him entangled amidst rooted out trees of burnt forest, Alas! he was a wanderer who was made to suffer, suffer as if a plant of flower beneath a year old tree by the river side, as if having a protection for ever, for nothing could destroy it, and yet it was in pieces out of that storm and that tree was in pieces and whole river was in turmoil. Oh how hard now it was for him to trust, trust, something he could no never. probably this was his tragedy."

~ Praveen Parasar