Scribbling!

Scribbling:

"Floating beyond mist and haze

Amidst waves, dazed,

Mulling upon, behind what and where

One let the boat go off the hook

And let flow across, valleys and trenches

Woods, hills, fields, a maze

To have no rays, but rage

For seen-unseen, dark alleyways

Staggering along, astonished, amazed

Listening to footsteps marching away

Unable to hold, aching to ask

Did one stop to look at, did one pass by

Did one just played the play by that stage..."

Scribbling

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“In between all the noise, and whispers befalling yet finding no sound coming out of self, it felt being sort of sponge that absorbs all the water yet remains still. But for how long, for fiercer the flow of sound, heavier sponge would get and slowly it started feeling like being stuck inside. It was turning into self made prison that one mistook for a palace of solitude. All those noise waiting for an opportunity to pour out as a rain does through a leaking roof, causing great pain and suffering to inhabitants inside, for even getting drowned does not cause as much trouble as much to sleep in a corner like a dirty street side animal while droplets fall upon your skin as drops of acid. He felt it too, like a déjà-vu, he did not want to let those holes be exposed, and he wanted them to remain hidden, while doing everything to hold whatever came flowing in evil force. He felt it was no more sort of sponge, but was turning into a black hole, an entity which does not allow anything to escape, not even thoughts he felt. He imagined being trapped inside forever, for there was no escape anymore. He was to be consumed by self and to be vanished, just like that.”

Scribbling

Scribbling:

"The idea of sadness enthralls some by dusk

As if life blooms itself upon sun-rays by dawn, beneath

Mists of misery and fatigue, offering a glance

Upon what remains hidden through overlong days

For darkness reveals what light fails to show

For the agony to stumble upon some if and buts,

Overwhelms one; an invitation to explore the night, undeniable. "

Insomnia!

 

As if darkness trapped within

Dimension of narrow walls,

Glimpse of light at far ends

Scares more than awakes

A sense of being witnessed

Rambling yet trapped

Solitude or seclusion

One wonders, whilst haunted by

Echoes of scream, one whispers

In silence, dreams of nightmare

Touches that dark background

As if to feel what could absorb it all

Only to be swallowed, complete

As if a voice trapped within

Walls of a shell, floating

In the depths of sea, carries

A life, unheard-unknown

To many, yet floats and floats as if

To carry it to another world and beyond

As if; to tell tales to them, imagines one would sink

And deep enough and see it to surface

But, Alas! Only to be cut through and split

Before one could hear what murmur

For being trapped and for ages

Voices turned into stones, only to be decorated

Upon faces, so close yet so far

As if life trapped within

Reaches of eyes, grave, or a marsh

Sucked by leeches laying upon, as if thoughts

Holding onto few drops of blood left still

Breathes, as if one does amidst smoke

Sinks further yet stands still

For an urge to look beyond hazy air, and fire

Burning in poor heart

Licks own skin, but can taste no more

For damp soil drying upon skin

Tightens, chocks

As if shackles around neck

For one must not run away, but

Must face wrath to inherit

What belongs to none, Oh pity!

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 01/02/2015