"The present
Lost in the gung-ho
Of tales of survival
Amidst
Juxtaposition of
Past and future
It cries foul
Just alike
The self
Lost forever
In the abyss
Of shadows, faces
It dreads
To reclaim,
Perhaps
Even allows to be mislaid
Yet, persists
Just alike
The traveler
Of desert
About to die
Of thirst
But insists
To crawl another mile
For there lies
A mirage
Just alike
The hope
One continues to carry
In those
Eyes, lifeless
Yet, wide open
Awaiting salvation
Just alike
The man from god,
The god from man
Seeing each-other
Eye to eye
While
Neither of them allows
Another to blink;
The universe moves on
To another one of
Battle-field,
Leaving behind
Graveyards
Marked with
Ignorance…
Alas!”
Praveen Parasar
24/05/2018
