"Ignoring presence of the other
We pass by nonchalantly
As if mere strangers
Oh! The night
How could you turn so cold
How would the tales be told no more
What of the pains we promised,
What of the wounds we are yet to inflict
What of the broken pieces we owe
To each other,
There is no hand to hold no more
there is to be no solace anymore
The tears are prohibited
The lies are to be abound again
For The eyes lifeless, the heart
Turned into stone, falling
Through a chasm
Where are you headed
Where am I going
Unknown, indifferent
We continue to live
Together in our deaths
Oh! What tragedy
And to announce the arrival
Of yet another fallen romance
There lies a wall clock
A mute spectator
Of this primordial struggle
When the darkness is not dark anymore
Chaos pretends to be silent
While silence appears remiss
The moon is dead too it seems
Buried in the bosom of the dusk
While the dawn lurks somewhere
Amused, peeking through
Awaiting to steal
Whatever bits and pieces
Left of them
After-all, they have forsaken each other…
Alas...!"
Praveen Parasar
02/02/2019
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