Whispers!

Let me caress my wounds

Let me hold my heart ajar

Before dusk wades through the thoughts

Before the moon fades through the night

Before eyelids fall heavily upon

Dreams uncared for

As I watch myself falling in

Bits and pieces

Words upon paper

Random at their best

For who else could represent a spectre

An identity unidentified

A shadow unmasked

As it sways through

Moonlight, sparkling visuals

Of past and future

For there was never a present

It passed before I could realize

It was there to hold onto

I sit by the window and look

Beyond those uncharted territory

Of darkness, of words left unsaid

Of what-ifs

Of brave attempts

Of cowardly escapes

As the ice melts slowly in the glass

And dilutes the liquor

As if trying to dilute the nightmare

Only to offer a dream

Unasked for

For addicted to bitter hellos

Often finds it hard to swallow sweet adieus

As if merchants of chaos

Laughs upon pieces of peace on offer

For flesh and blood must be offered

In exchange of a piece of stained paper

And be murdered silently

Or to say fall asleep, being gentle”

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 11/12/2015