"When nothing
makes you happy
But sadness
When only
thing that excites you
Is tragedy
When only
thing that makes you feel loved
Is being
alone
For sight of
the crowd makes you nothing
But lonely
When you can
only see through it
At darkness
When days
weighs you down only to look for
The dusk
When world
seems to have lost hold of life
But dead
When it is
only the hour of twilight that breathes a life
To those lifeless
When one
drags through past
At present
When one
attempts desperately to get hold of
The future
When you
find your eyeballs watching you
Only to
dread
When one
regrets watching self secretly, being intimate
With flesh
and bones, pen and paper.
When the
moon reminds one of life at the death of
The sun
When one
meets self trampling past an alleyway
As strangers
When sky seems
to carry droplets that fell down
One’s eyes
While raindrops
tap upon window pane
As if here
to quench their thirst
When you
find yourself scattered
At edge of
broken mirrors
When you stop
stitching yourself back, after being sliced,
And over
again
When you
know you are about to hit end of tunnel
Yet no slowing
down
When you walk
past yourself and whisper nonchalantly
-
Rest in
peace!"
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
14/10/2015
Fabulous write full of pure melancholia Praveen - I love it like it were an orphan.
ReplyDeleteThe feeling of complete sorrow, after reading this I wonder what does it take to feel this way?
ReplyDeletei wonder too... but i enjoy it :)
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