Paradox!
Thirsty
One walks
miles, and thousands
Arrives,
only to fear being drowned at a single touch of droplet
Plight
One cries
for salvation, and many
Saved, one
feels lost of pleasures endured at the backdrop of pain
Sad
One appears
lost beneath clouds grey, gloomy
Happy, one
remembers silently being drenched in tears at midnight
Lost
One looks
for a walkway amidst dark, and none
Trekked out
and about, one carves for smell of wild grass, bits and pieces still lying upon
sleeve
Blind
One being
unable to see what lies around, might be
Eyes, they
miss the charisma of imagination at times that shows, and beyond
Unknown
One remains
unheard, unseen like stars, distant-hidden twinkles
Known, stacked
behind cages, flames diminished, to fake one must and glitters abode
Wounds
One stitches
it in solitude, shivering, bloodied
Healed, one
touches the marks, in hope to find it little ajar, still…
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
1/12/2014
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