“To persist
as the feeling of orgasm post love
To hang in
the air as sunrays post sunset
To carry one
through darkness of the dusk
To die as a
moment just gone by, un-noticed
Who lives
who dies, who wakes who sleeps
Who carries
the corpse of last night?
Who flaunts
the life beyond twilight?
Who dies to
live, who lives to die?
A pity to
stand, to carry forward dead life
A hope to
hang upon, another death on offer
A wish granted
never, a dream buried beneath
Shadows, as
many as the faces of one
To pretend
to be in a lonesome fight
To cry
through smiles, to smile in cries
To lose self
as those ice-cubes in a glass of scotch
Tastes as
better as slower the death comes
It was
either you or me
It was
neither you nor me
It had to be
one or another
It was
neither one nor another
For one it
was life
For one it
was hell
For one it
was wish to dream
For one it
was as faint as a scream,
As faint as
the light of that dim-lit lamp, post midnight…”
By:
Praveen Parasar
Date:
15/02/2016
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