Incoherently…!

As uncertain, uncertainty could be

Certain of its certainty

as random, randomly

puts forth instances of randomality

as anonymous as it remains

of being diagnosed with

conditions of anonymity

and it between all such juxtaposition, of

to be and not to be

there lies one, surviving barely

holding on to those flashes nightly

and yet the night slips across

and the day marches on

and one still remains

carrying forward the bits and pieces

of self, nothing more than bits and pieces of

you and me, and the dangers of

incompatibility of vulnerability

that lingered within, insistently

unable to explain

and hapless as it would be

destined to lose

and to earn no more than a pity

yet the ferocity, of emotions

and their ability

to grow way beyond

a mere void, or

even an abyss, though momentarily

enough to destroy one

forever,

permanently

leaving behind nothing

but bits and pieces of lingering

darkness,

rather orderly

as if a consolation reward

for one who chose to fail

and fall

 such spectacularly

Alas! Perhaps a mere possibility

Of going beyond

Or growing vagabond,

drowning

incessantly …”

Praveen Parasar

30/03/2018