Tragedy of Wanderer...

 

 

 

“She saw him sleeping by the window. Even though she knew he was here to kill her, he didn’t appear dangerous at all. He was sleeping like any other man she had been with, and yet she was drawn towards him as she had towards no one else. Rather she explored the idea whether he could really harm her, and if yes, how would he do it? She was not sure, but she felt no danger from him at that moment. Instead it was as if she was drawn to explore the idea how would she like him to kill, if he does decide to do so. She lay down near him and as if in a state of trance imagined him exploring the melting skin of her. She felt thrilled as she imagined him exploring the inches of her skin with a murderous look in his eyes, as if she was an oracle, to be sacrificed on the altars of the god, to be turned into an immortal for ever. She felt his gaze turning her naked, his fingers gripping at her weak points, his tongue wickedly greedy to devour the pound of flesh. she felt being torn apart, thrown and rolled down the path of sin. she could sense the cold steel across her throat, that could in a instant release all that was stuck in the prison of her body, as if she could fly beyond herself, never to return back. She was swaying vigorously in an orgasmic euphoria and she oozed beyond the boundaries of herself. She was flowing all over the stagnant geography of her’s, as if taking over her own mortal remains, drowning in her own abyss, floating in her own mirage. she reached beyond herself as well as reclaimed herself that moment, and it didn’t matter whether dead or alive, as if she wanted to announce he could not kill her (without her permission!). 

 

He woke up to a loud thunder and felt as if a lightening had struck him. She was lying there, motionless, near himself, naked in all her glory, at once at peace and chaotic. He could not make any sense of her. He could never understand her anyway, as if she remained a mystery to him. He felt stranded, so near to her yet so far. She had transcended herself and here he was, on a mission as if to reclaim her, only to find himself defeated and humbled.”

Praveen Parasar

17/02/2019

Incoherently…!

As uncertain, uncertainty could be

Certain of its certainty

as random, randomly

puts forth instances of randomality

as anonymous as it remains

of being diagnosed with

conditions of anonymity

and it between all such juxtaposition, of

to be and not to be

there lies one, surviving barely

holding on to those flashes nightly

and yet the night slips across

and the day marches on

and one still remains

carrying forward the bits and pieces

of self, nothing more than bits and pieces of

you and me, and the dangers of

incompatibility of vulnerability

that lingered within, insistently

unable to explain

and hapless as it would be

destined to lose

and to earn no more than a pity

yet the ferocity, of emotions

and their ability

to grow way beyond

a mere void, or

even an abyss, though momentarily

enough to destroy one

forever,

permanently

leaving behind nothing

but bits and pieces of lingering

darkness,

rather orderly

as if a consolation reward

for one who chose to fail

and fall

 such spectacularly

Alas! Perhaps a mere possibility

Of going beyond

Or growing vagabond,

drowning

incessantly …”

Praveen Parasar

30/03/2018

The insignificant man…

 

"The insignificant man

Carrying around

apathy abound

Along with heaps of

Angst and hatred

Thrown upon

While walking past

The garden of significance

Carefully watered

Aesthetically implanted

Upon the barren lands

Of hypocrisy, and indifference

Such contrast to notice

While

Shrill voices

Curses, chases away

The insignificant man

The insignificant man

Running away

Holding onto

Long list of if and buts

And wondering

Confused, hesitant

To add another of the same

Obsolete what-ifs

While

Hiding behind

The walls of

See-through wants

While

A little beyond

lies a secret graveyard of

murdered demands

The insignificant man

Must not stop

Being insignificant

even at the danger of

being labeled

significant

Alas…!”

Praveen Parasar

11/11/2017

The act…

 

“it’s the night

and one must give up

the act of acting

as if doing something

performance must be halted

echoes the chorus, only

to simply lay down

and act of acting

as if not doing anything

performance must be continued

echoes the void, only

to leave one

at the mercy

of that ever monotonous

watches

hanging at the wall

carrying around the corpses

of time

which appears

to have run out of its own time

desolated and deserted

its screams

lost

in the hollowness of

its own tick-tocks

while the night continues

to grow

into an abyss

deep enough

to engulf the

unsuspecting day

at the other end…”

Praveen Parasar

11/10/2017

life in the valley

Life in the valley

Life…

Name of a flying bird

Flying in open sky,

Name of a dancing river stream

Flowing through rocky hills,

Name of a smile on the face of new born baby

Who smiles without any reason

Smile coz he wants to,

Name of the beautiful morning

In the valley

When a fisherman in the dull lake

Sings a folk in his typical style,

When a whole crowd

Prays to their god

With all of their hands wide open to the sky,

But life is also name of burning bodies of Childs

Died in a bomb explosion

Its true that he did not do anything wrong

But wanted to play football, when it did blast!!!

It is also name of dying hungry farmer family

Who can’t plow the field

Coz its curfew in the valley

Coz anytime a bomb can make his field look like hell

Coz anytime a landmine can make him die!!!

It is also name of a mother with puffy eyes

Who doesn’t know

Whether his piece of heart, his son

Will return home after school

Whether his hubby will come back home

Or whether she will be able

To protect herself from hungry wolves

Roaming in the valley

Who call themselves, freedom fighter!!!

Life is also name of the promises

Done by the politicians

Every time something goes wrong

And they want nothing but to save

their chair, at any cost!!!

Praveen parasar-17/08/10