Sides!

"Sides that we must take

And, draw lines for side’s sake

This one is good and that one is bad

We must assume, and dictate

Not as if just to partake

One goes on to prove, as if must, and

Defines wrong and right then and there

Only to fuel the flares of divide

Who gets to choose, who gets to decide

One must be shown in glitters of light

One must remain behind darkness, and hide

As that moon amidst young night

One side must be praised as beautiful and bright

And another one remains lost in its plight

Rather an illusion, yet so strong

Makes one forget where one belongs, and why

For temptations to choose sides being so high

One loses ability to see and try

To judge them on grounds of merit and take notice

Of beauty belonging to sides, this or that

And evil residing beneath either and abide

By the rules of heart, that longs for a flower

Whether it lies amidst thrones or mud

A rose remains rose and lotus as such."

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 29/4/2015

Tragedy of Wanderer!

Scribbling

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Day, when you feel nothing, think nothing, do nothing, just hanging there, floating as if those bunch of white clouds up above sky, you watch them with compassion, find them as one of your own, you try to wave them a hand, say them hello and a raven passes by your head mimicking you as if you are a wasted drunkard unable to handle that hangover of heavy orgasms of last night.

You toss your head in the bucket filled of cold water holding your breath, you feel a rush of blood behind you ears, your eyes widens, your heart chocks yet you hold it, you hold it a little longer, you wish to feel the life running out of your veins with bubble popping up at the surface with sort of noise.

You let go of your hand and your head bounces back out of bucket in a flash, you could see yourself drenched, you look at your face in the mirror hung rather carelessly at the wall as if seeing yourself first time or after a long time. You find your eyes drowned in red, your skin pale, and your hairs all over the place, you hate yourself and take your eyes off, screaming.

You try hard to remember what happened earlier, before you woke up, before you fell upon that bed. Alas! You think nothing, you just find that glass still filled to the brim waiting to be touched and emptied rather empathically.” 

Let Us!

"Let us talk what we never talked about

Let us walk through which we never passed by

Let us just sit and watch over what vanished beneath our ignorance

Let us pick and carry moments, words lost amidst our trampling, tragic!

Let us listen to whispers we considered no more than futile noise

Let us look at colors scattered around, appeared no more some faded hues until

Let us tell each other tales we once thought to be real

Let us be unreal for now and care not for stones being thrown upon

Let us carry each other and brave through tides rising high and higher

Let us dive deep down soaring waters determined to drown us, and

Come out with pearls from its chest and decorate scars upon our bodies

Let us hide in its grave as if a volcano, waiting to create an island when awake

Let us hold each other’s hand and walk mile one more

Let us lie down for a while and pretend as if alive, and fear no more

For we must not leave our trails to be followed upon

To the lands of dead, where they celebrate life in their cursed palaces, alas!         

Let us dream one more night and dream one more day

Let us melt ourselves into music and poetry, and

Let our bodies be drenched in tears and pains, but we must not

Succumb to wounds gifted and paint another dream through bloods we lay

Let us look in each other’s eyes and see what is not yet seen

Let us hear heartbeats of one another and narrate stories of passion

Let us kiss each other and taste life out of poison we have transformed into

Let us live for one more time before we die yet another death."

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 12/4/2015