Sickness…!

"There’s a sickness growing within

As if worms grow upon leftover corpse

For the life in you must be punished

And the dead inside must be annihilated

As the night consumes solitude

Or the day slaughters silence

You shall watch yourself being spilled over

Of your weathered veins, in awe and fear

while your fascination takes turns

to rape your vigor

you shall bear the burnt

for playing deaf and dumb

for rather too long, and

now when you seek to scream aloud

there’s only hollow noise

that fills your lungs and drowns you

deep down abyss of shallow life

after all

what else makes a life life?

if not for the misery it inflicts

if not for the lies it offers

and pieces of naked hope

which scares more than comforts…”

Praveen Parasar

24/11/2016

Passion...

Scribbling:

“You offer me yourself drenched in blood and ask me to drink as if wine. let me assure you my dear I could taste you without tearing you in pieces, I could just swallow you whole as if you were an exotic delicacy and feel you lingering all night in my mouth. My passion is delicate like the moon and it could well eclipse your Sun-like blazing romance.”

Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“In the guise of sacred sermons, you let your dirty fantasies grow abound. You feast upon the fire of vice while lecturing about the greatness of virtue. Alas! Only if it could have been so easy to change the day into night or the sun to the moon; you could only put a veil and declare boastfully your shadows have no face, but remember when one is to witness himself in the darkest of hours of twilight, one is often too vulnerable to be protected by their fictitious charm. it is often those same faceless shadows one enjoys displaying in large frames laden with gems on the walls of fabricated dreams which turns out to be cold-blooded killers and strangle oneself in hollow silence. Tragedy or mockery, who knows?”

I Seek…

I seek

Everything but life

What else but death

Monsters seek solitude

Monks seek peace

For days seek to hide

Nights crave to reveal

Redemption seeks pride

Yet, fails to conceal

Nothing but the sin

Anything but evil

flesh seeks words

Words seek poetry

Curse hails to heaven

Prayers must trail

Life seeks hope

Hope sneaks away

An ever growing abyss

beliefs made to sway

I seek

Everything but light

What else but darkness…

Praveen Parasar

5/11/2016