"Longings of
the night
Plight of
the light
Dreams of
the walking
Dreads of
one, sleeping
And an existential
crisis
Followed by
A scream
Off an abysmal
struggle
Of being the
creator, the immortal
The god
And being
the creation, the mortal
The man
Staring at
the uncertainties
Of being
alive
Or dead,
alike
They squall,
and crawl
Beneath the
hollow ground
Of mortality
And immortality
And yet,
fall short
Of survival
At the face
of
Catharsis, Exercised
By none
other than
the naked
solitude
Alas…!”
Praveen
Parasar
20/05/2018
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