Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“He stared upon dead monitor for long, as long as it felt him alive,
as it carried a half naked photo, of someone he did not know about. His mind
rejected it as trash; his heart fell in love with its mischievous presence,
while his body wanted her around, wanted to kiss, lick, stroke. He felt chaos,
a big deal of it, it was noise, one he never liked yet it came back and again,
in the veil of darkness and solitude, to haunt him. It scared him, it persuaded
him, and it made him linger upon a blank space where his own weight wanted him
to bury beneath his shadows.
To die is easier when you know nothing of, being unknown, unseen,
unheard, like a wind from dead mountains to crying seas. To live is difficult,
even if you have seen yourself in mirror, straight in own eyes despite lights
being off, in the vicinity of bedroom, where the phantom lies.
~ Praveen Parasar
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