Sunday, March 1, 2015

Blood!

Blood! What else
Defines, you and me, us
Blood, what else
Defies, you and me, us
Blood! What else

Blood out of lips
And organs, while we made love, violent, for
We wanted to taste each other and pass through
Blood out of eyes
And ears, blinded and deafed of scars, for
We saw and heard, stories of each other
Blood out of skins, half-burnt, half shrank, for
We hugged and rolled on together
Blood out of palm and feet
For we held our hands and walked together
Blood out of throat, half cut, half burst, for
We sang songs of being together, sinned
Blood out of veins
And flesh, torn apart by bombs, at war, for
We decided to make friends with each other, worse!

Blood! What else
Makes us stand and dictate, for what we are
Blood, what else
Makes us kneel and beg, for who we are
Blood! What else

Blood out of words
For we scribbled by pen made of bones of dead
Blood out of paper, blank
For tears and sweat of past couldn’t drench it enough
Blood out of fingers
For we held onto piece of blade, piece of you and me
Piece of us, for too long
Blood out of hearts
For it couldn't beat any longer to keep us alive
But, wished to see us cry, wished to see us die.

By: Praveen Parasar
Date: 01/03/2015







2 comments:

  1. 'for what we are
    Blood, what else'

    I feel the life source - blood - pulsing through your lines Praveen - Bravo a powerful insightful piece.

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  2. Thank you so much John...your words has been a strong support...

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