Justice…!

“The night will end soon

And the day would announce its triumph

Upon the crawling shadows

Who are still in hangover

of

The intimacy of the darkness

In the arms of solitude

Warmth of the orgasm

Drunk upon sweat and cum

A rather poor choice of opponent

To fight with,

yet

The day would lay siege

Through their broken fleshes

Drag them through their slumber

And hang them upside down

Upon the fire of wrath

Justice must be served

Wicked must be punished

An act of love must be dreaded

They dared practice art of self-love

A sin worse of all,

Thus

The brightness of day carries its own rule-book

You must wear yourself such as such

To hide away your scars

Drench yourself in the shades of dawn,

such as such

To wipe away those droplets of twilight

And let it suffocate through the corners of your eyes

Where the day would cook shreds of dream, fragments of rotten hope

And watch it burn in pieces

In utmost silence

Through the tranquil hours

Of sunrise and sunset…”

Praveen Parasar

29/12/2016

Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“The road less traveled often leads to the other side, where you are either the god or the devil, for you must suffer violently yet in silence, just like they suffer in heaven or hell, suffer for the deeds of your own so called intellectual enlightenment, for you claimed to feel what other choose not to, for you appeared to be content in your shadow – an act destined to be punished, for they could allow you everything but not your own company. Society is a unique judge which judges solely based on its own level of comfort in the face of any act of blasphemy (defined strictly in their terms). For the web of moral and ethical laws are tools of their own making, a tool made for their secret pleasure and you simply fell in their trap. Now you must let them reach their orgasm while you suffocate. You are bound to be played in their hands like all the other gods and devils that history carries around like a monkey on the shoulders of a juggler, and you cry foul. You better learn to show them a trickery or two, for that is the only way you could let them let you trick them in believing what they always wanted to believe.  Welcome to the circus. 

Scribbling

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“While falling through abyss of day and night

Sooner or later we pass through a moment

Where gravity of our individuality

Overshadows our indulgence

Only to turn us into a sort of black hole

Where the world appears as if a naught

And we appear to hold onto everything, yet nothing…”

Scribbling

“Solitude and the words

Like love at first sight

Wearing Venetian mask

A tale of sadistic lust -

to masochistic romance

Only the night knows

One forlorn witness…”

Carpe Noctem!

"Raped conscience

Trampled solitude

In wilderness, Alone and aloof

Stumbling shadows

Muted cries

Scars ajar

Salvation?

Here is dusk

So near yet so far

carries

Goblet of sin

Flames of angst

Warmth of guilt

Screaming silence

Silent chaos

The night sails past

Acquaintance?

Bright angel

Face of death

Mocks

Passes by

Abstract glance

Dead eyes

Magical melancholia

Where art thou? Hold me thus

Evil hope

Infects forever

Kiss of rabies

Lingers

Dirty worm

Hovers, crumbles

Delirious rumblings of

Untouchable corpse

Inside

Forbidden castle of what-ifs

A theatrical extravaganza

Carpe noctem!"

Praveen Parasar

03/12/2016