Longing!

"How longings do end?

How subconscious does play game

How we watch them being ignorant

While our ignorance does more then to fuel the flame

Flames of desire, of deep-rooted passions

Flames of suppressed emotions

Flame of half-burnt mechanical smiles and cries

It all burns bright while the evening grows dark and cold

Where would one get to confront

Where would lead this game of

Hide and seek, manipulative hunt

For hunters does play victims well

Made up to see ourselves

Given to choose of our own faces

Buried beneath self-convictions

We often end up choosing a shadow, alas!

With eyes half-closed, half-open

Pretending to see – unsee still

Only to end up being empty despite being filled

Wandering through the mirage of life, had we willed

An attempt to accept,

An attempt to rejoice

What we sung along,

Which we wouldn’t give voice

A memory to sleep with

A dream to wake up to

Dreading to go beyond pain

We are to end up asking again,

How longings do end?"

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 02/12/2015