Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Being helpless in any situation is wrecking but not as much as being unable to control one’s body and mind. I feel it in my nerves; I feel being drowned in the rush of blood through my veins, as if being thunderstruck through my randomly accelerated heartbeats; Sweating as an animal, moaning as if being fucked hard, trying to breath as heavy as possible.

I cannot think of anything but what medicines I must take, what food I should eat and I should not, should I go to loo or should I wash myself again, was it Paracetamol or was it tinidazole or just aspirin? Suddenly I find wondering at that moment what happened to all my wise perceptions and thoughts, why cannot I think of philosophy that moment. But, I even act to appear calm while looking in the mirror; it feels worse seeing oneself in such situation, no?

At first I pity myself in such state, I feel vulnerable; but then I caress it, probably I am vulnerable just like a soap bubble; about to burst any moment and be gone then why to pretend I am not.”

Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“He should have known there is no point of return anymore. A boat on voyage in sea without any pre-determined destination urges to remain on loose, ever and forever with a sort of greed, just to keep sailing through, to float upon. It is like madness of drug-addiction, being in love, or high on hate, or a desire to kill, there is no cure, one must go one step further to satisfy himself but alas! Where does that exists, not in reality for sure, for it asks for some more every time he thought to put an end, on alcohol or love; it asks to kiss one last time only to fuel the thirst or dying love, upon hate or temptation to kill; it asks for one more head, some more blood to quench its thirst.

He often had nightmares of being anchored by the shores, it made his heart choke. Oh! To be unable to go on voyage anymore, how worse it must be for all those already anchored by the side. He looked at them with pity. And felt good over his fluttering sails though winds.

Only if he knew there was a storm coming and his sails were at great danger to be withered and held down or probably he too was waiting for storms to come and wrestle with him.” 

Chaos of silence!

“Laying down beneath sky

Watching evening go by

Colors changing on horizons, as

Those eyes knowing now it shall die,

Without a chance to whisper good-by

Adieu, oh! how it cries, eyes

Tries to open them full and wide

To look around if one still came by

Whom it left behind in the dead of that dark night

While moon feared being seen

Clouds wandered in chaos, and

Winds screamed, oh dear-my dear

Don’t leave, don’t leave, yet

With shivering hands and stoned eyes

One stepped out and vanished through darkness,

Trampling upon remains of days gone-by.

Silent it was then, was it?

Silent it is now, is it?

Who is screaming?

Who is sleeping?

Probably just another tale passing by,

Through chaos of silence.”

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 16/07/2015

The Question!

"Rainy evening

Attempting desperate to wash darkness

Off night, instead

It gets darker and more,

And it rains and even more,

They are out there to conquer the night

Who will win, who will loose

Question stands tall, and here I booze

Sitting by the window, nothing in sight

Yet flashes of thoughts appear as lightening strikes

Bringing Chaos to heart as clouds rage

Droplets fall hard upon window-panes,

As words falls upon eyes through haze, of

Memories, I hold the pen tight, and watch them fight

But then, I wonder who is fighting, they or me?

For it appears to be raining nothing, but darkness

And night appears to embracing it

As two strangers in a sublime lust,

Lost in arms of each other, out of breath,

Careless of envious passer-by - am I not the one?"

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 10/07/2015

Contemplation!

"Being scared of moment

When your shadow confronts you

And asks you questions

Of your own believes

Slams your morality and mortality

Acts of tête-à-tête, you had along in all those nights

Beneath darkness you found it still

For you needed to hold a hand

And when none other you held your own

Though a shadow, it did

Stood up and caressed your back

Kissed you, loved you deep

Yet you overlooked it, for

There came light at dawn

And fearing what would world think

You broke up with your own shadow

At the tranquil hours of sunrise,

The very moment it urged for you to love it back

Pretending as if nothing happened ever

You walked past poor shadow at your feet

Believed you had sunlight to carry you along

Those rainbows, over hills and woods

Alas! You forgot there would come dusk soon back again

And it would be as dark as death himself

And you would have none other than your shadow

One you left behind, oh dear!

A ray of light is more to make you realize

Darkness is permanent, light is passing, and then

Will you be sorry, or will you confront

Will you embrace it being sorry, or

Order it to follow you forward? And, then it would laugh

It laughs out loud and mocks you

It knows no other way, not any mild

For shadows of darkness are harsh

They make us peek into own eyes

And confront own self,

You would have no choice but to listen,

As one listens to prayers, before being hanged

With a sense of dread."

By : Praveen Parasar

Date: 08/07/2015

Scribbling

Scribbling:
"While day whispers through the chaos, night screams through the silence, and heartbeats carries the echo as bats do while looking for prey. Hear it if you can, save yourself from being someone's dinner, but could you? You cannot even hide yourself, darkness exposes you in worst possible way, and it watches your desperation to cry with amusement while taking a bite off your flesh."