Persistence…!

“Dark as it may appear

Troubled as it may seem

Persistence, O dear heart

For the sake of suffering

And you shall endure

Even in the depth of graves

For life may fail

And death may appear edgy

Yet, those wounds ajar would ensure

An existence, however fragile,

Beyond

Those leftover droplets

By the eyes, more dead than alive

Raped by the day

Untouched by the night

Carrying exotic gifts of apathy

Suffocating beneath indifference

Yet, seeking to leave behind a trail

For they may lead you

Back to yourself

Holding on to the bits and pieces

Of a self,

Broken beyond recognition

And yet…”

Praveen Parasar

22/10/2018

Act-I

“Whose is the corpse

Amidst the chasm

Growing within

Floating around, abound

Yet carries no face

As if asking those

indifferent onlookers

To draw the shape

Of a gaze, long dead

Buried deep beneath

The contours of

A fading shadow

There lies

Some droplets still

Belying the

Melting screams, and

Hollowed echoes

Of solitude

Unseen, Unheard

Neither caressed

Nor held closed

Oh! How it drowns in

Those unrelenting metaphysical abysses…”

Praveen Parasar

14/10/2018

Drunk…!

"Drunk upon taste of your innocence

I find myself strayed far-off

My beloved existential dilemma

What was I if not a mere piece of stone?

Turned immortal off your inadvertent touch

Carved along the walls carrying sulking gods

Words you whispered while we made love

Turned into poetry, sculptures of khajuraho

And the night echoed centuries of longing

Hypnotized, hallucinated

Only to find myself frozen in your embrace

A rather mellowed end of a violent outbreak

You stayed beside, naked, nonchalant

Moon being the poor witness along with those stunned stars

While the darkness struggled to cover your oozing youthfulness

I grappled to explore you in embarrassed fingers of mine

Watching you slip across my amateur grasp

A dream persists beyond the abrupt arrival of dawn

Your smell still afresh upon the skin, a welcome hangover

Oh, I find myself more alive than ever

The death must wait for another night, and yet…”

Praveen Paraasr

8/10/2018

Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Exiled beyond sight of its own

Barren horizon of those eyes

Still carry traces of droplets, parched

Beneath the hungry glances of the day

And yet, awaiting resurrection…

A mere caress of the night would suffice.”

Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
At once hated and loved, faculty of reason marks the dilemma which constitute the horror of existence. While Kierkegaard despised the faculty of reason as the sin, for it being the root of trouble one finds self in, Nietzsche advocated learning to suffer rather than evading the horror of existence. Man over history, or history over man contuse to divide even within the existential domain. One is suggested either to surrender to the faith or fight it out through learning to suffer.
The worst is, culture does not want individual to think, and having learnt to do so when an individual turn to thinking one falls in the trap of existential horror which threatens to destroy the very existence, very essence one built through the chaotic silence of the night and silent chaos of the days; leaving behind a void one could never overcome, could one?”