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