Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Failure is a dirty disease, a virus which once infected makes one too shameless to feel any sort of remorse or pity on self. He felt like being addicted to it now. Every small dose of failure gave him a taste of drugs that was too difficult to find these days for people only wanted good fellas in neighborhood, no bad business, sober and clean, ready to say yes and follow the righteous, anything beyond it was considered a bad omen, they rubbed it off clean with holy water and prayed to god to keep them away from any such disease. However he soon realized he was infected by it long ago, and it was this disease that made him feel good being closer to himself, made him intimate with self, he could talk to self and laugh over jokes upon self. It made things much clearer, now he knew why he felt an urge to get high every time he was asked to perform. He had become an addict and such addictions are hard to let go, he did not even want to anyway, though he was sure soon he would be banished off the sights in lost trails of oblivion. He felt a childlike excitement for such somber journey.”

Tragedy of wanderer

Scribbling

Tragedy of wanderer:

“As he watched the rain washing the day off him, as it washed down the light off the night; could it extinguish the fire day sets every dawn, to watch one burn while it carries the flame asking to be seen, to accept its reign, follow its dictate and become alive, alive? Alas! Day’s light being too bright cannot do anymore than to wipe the half-burnt body of him, hiding the scars off the horizon, removing any small signage which could lead the darkness back to the night, where he could make love with self for once which the day considered a crime worse than blasphemy; he carried a little of him in his burnt-out pockets, where he had kept small pebbles of darkness along with few raw words hidden off the day, it was his survival kit…”

Sweet little death…!

“She came with a warning

‘Temptation of love kills’

And yet he chose to taste her

A mouthful, for only if he knew

He would be addicted to such death

As if a beautiful dream broken halfway

For she would linger on his body

As those droplets of sweat on a humid day

As if to realize this penultimate night

Is going to stay alone, as if forever

For he would crave every single touch

Of her lips, only to die and again

And pity a moment, only to exaggerate another,

Of what it means to have such a lover

For only if he knew of her longing

Being such irresistible delicacy

And as precious, as last few drops

Of scotch on a lonely night, and

Holding on to her would only bring a pain

As passionate as a memory

Of that first kiss they had...”

Praveen Parasar

19/06/2016

Nocturne…!

"As the day melted itself drop by drop

All through the evening,

As if makeup of the light was too hard to play

And it must give way to let the darkness sway

For the night will arrive soon, drenched

And there will be no shadows to pay

For the naked embrace of the self

As the day watched itself fall drop by drop

As the night picked its broken pieces

There were reflections at the edges

Glimpse of each other, but un-noticed, often

As if strangers passing by in a rush

For the day must meet the night

The night must meet itself

And there remained an age of separation to cover

Before words arrived, being sadist

To carry the corpse of Desire and passion

Dead of longing, as if that glass

Buried beneath layers of dust

And a few dried stains of scotch..."

Praveen Parasar

13/06/2016

Seek-ness…!

"I shall seek death

As life seeks pleasure

In tempting hours of twilight

In tranquil moments of dawn

In turmoil of evenings

In disguise of a chance

I shall seek death

As life seeks silence

In chaos of troubled heart

In lost trails of unsaid-unheard

In graves of trampled flowers

In temples of conquered thrones

I shall seek death

For I must

For what else could define life

As if to glorify a mud-house

Into a castle of glass

Reflecting of the edges

Shadows, bright and dark

As if flickering star

Gives illusion of a heaven afar

As the seekness comes

In compassion of sorrows

In embrace of the night

While throes of the light

Blinds the sight

I shall seek death

And I shall seek hell

Hell for where else would I see

Myself, as I could be

I shall seek death

For death may seek me too

Paradox of hope

Hope carries life, they say…”

Praveen Parasar

05/06/2016