Scribbling:
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“I was born among words
Grew up among them
Saw them see me
Rise above the grave
Still marked by the trails of,
tears and wounds
Lost nights and stifling days
Silent cries and trembling laughter,
Only to realize suddenly
I had overgrown them
There were no words left anymore
Neither darkness to comfort
Nor brightness enough to hide beneath
Left stranded
I still await
Another word
To suffocate me
Another word
To sing me a lullaby
One more word
To sleep with
One more word
To wake up with
I await
Another birth
Another death
Alas…!”
Praveen Parasar
28/07/2019
