“As the
night came swiftly
She wore blackish
attire
Carrying a
dark smile
Holding onto
her many shadows
She wore the
moon
As if a
bright diamond
Flashing
onto eyes of curious on-lookers
While it’s
sharp edges cut through their veins
Unaware one
kept looking
As if to
quench an ever unquenched heart
It rained
stars, droplet of dreams
But, only to
drench oneself
In the pool
of nightmare
And while
one – deprived of vigor
Drowns in its
silent chaos
It offers to
take the pain away, but only
At the cost
of giving over
Self, one
who blinks first
She tempted melancholia
While promising
bright days ahead
Poor man
fell in the trap
As one falls
in the bog
Only to be
lost in own screams
For every struggle
turns fatal
And, every
cry for help comes back
Only to
haunt, for only if
He could
help but sink
Slowly,
while watching darkness owe him
In bits and
pieces, and few words
Scribbled upon
bare skin, alas!”
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
05/11/2015
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