A world of my own…!

"I constructed a world

Of my own

That could accommodate me

In bits and pieces

I made walls around

to keep it safe

for the day lurks around

to take a bite off and steal

The rest of longings

For It would trade it for few fake hopes

And would walk away leaving behind

Nothing but a trail of shallow promises

I painted it dark, I must

And wrapped it in veil of angst

For only the night to see

The dirty little secret

Of vulnerable solitude

I constructed a world

Of my own

Where I could wear my pretense

And watch myself adorning

every nook and corner

of those enclosed walls

where I could celebrate my fears

and watch echoes of my scream

haunt me, hunt me

but having nowhere to run to

I would fail, fall

Upon my own doorstep, a grave

Built to perfection

Where ghosts of my bereaved words

Would feast upon my corpse

and leave no sign of solace

I constructed a world

Of my own

Away and aloof

In silent alleyways

Of lingering darkness…”

Praveen Parasar

22/05/2017

A Poem!

“What are you

What am I

What are we but a poem

Pieces of it left abound, here and there

Broken glasses, broken

Me, you, us

Waiting to be collected, connected

For it to whisper our cries silently

For it to sing our screams swiftly

A poem, that exists only in oblivious lanes

Of memories, dreams and nightmares

Where we are often left stranded

Awaiting salvation in its paragraphs

A poem which touches our scars

As if its words are to mend, melt us

And turn them into an abyss

Where me, you, each of us

Could find ourselves drowned

In the pool of blood, alphabets

A poem that is made of tears and laughter

Sadness and solitude covering its modesty

Angst and longing showing it the way

While wandering around

Falling and rising

It loses itself in pieces

Until there comes the sea

A reader, passerby

The moon or the night

A touch of whom is enough

To bring us a euphoric orgasm

Bound to be an end

Yet what else could we desire

What else did we desire?

A poem that is made up of

Me, you, us

A poem that dies in

Me, you, us

Leaving behind a trail

Of devastation, destruction

Of warmth and touch

That continues to remind

Me, you, us

Of something that we lost, forever, alas!”

Praveen Parasar

20/05/2017

Scribbling

“Society is the diluted form of individuals who succumb to its exaggerated portrayal of being the force to reckon with, it’s unfortunate that a raw individual is often characterized as a threat to its very existence which sets a sort of panic and it ends up putting their corpses upon its walls as trophy. But even before its celebration gets over they start to haunt its nights and shame its days, bound to be the reason of its culmination, a pity.”

Determinism!

“Despite knowing

It’s too vulnerable to survive

For too long

It tries, insists

To hold on to its will

Upon the broken walls

Of logic and reason

And yet when it fails, falls

Face down, flat

It knows it knew

This moment will come

Sooner or later

When it will get to witness

The naked self

Gladly forlorn

While being stripped of

Breathes

That did stink of

Manipulations…”