“Of all
those mundane nights
Crawling
through stifling days
And a
yearning for emancipation
Deserted
along the blank spaces
Carrying
heaps of broken words, and
A
desperate attempt to give them a meaning
Meanings!
As if a mere hallucination
The
words turning into a monster
Swallowing
one into the void
A few
drop of ink
a few
drop of blood, and
blurred
horizon of dirtied pages…”
Praveen Parasar
02/12/2017
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