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

Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Inconsolable

One wishes to drown

In the tears;

The ground beneath refuses

Leaving behind, option

None other

Than to suffocate and float

Until, either the tears dry up

Or one sinks in the depths

Of uncertainty

Longing forever…”

Tragedy of Wanderer...

Scribbling

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“God was constructed to overcome the fear one faced through the moments of day and night, light and darkness and such contrasts, the construction was supposed to help one overcome the insecurities and impotency one was born with in an universe that proved too powerful for a being that dreaded being at mercy of chance survival. It needed something to advance through the brutal race for survival in the jungle and in the process sought refuge in the ideal figure of the god who could protect, help, motivate, and even rewrite the script if an act goes wrong, the idea was to use an ideal figure that one could look up to and survive drawing strength from it amidst the exhaustion that followed the struggle. It was a rather brilliant invention. The ideal figure that was to be a tool to help one overcome the dread and anxiety alike, while placing it at the epitome of jungle that now carried nothing but mere animals meant to be controlled and ruled, while one displayed an unimaginable success among all others behind the mask of the ideal, the omnipotent god.

The narrative was supposed to be as ideal as the figure of god itself, and yet sooner than later one found itself at the mercy of that invisible being. What was supposed to help overcome fear became the zenith of all the fear summed together. The God turned into satan and the master became the slave. The rules of the game are still the same but the players have changed their place while the creation has taken over the creator, and has turned itself into a monster that carries the omnipotence along, and yet one longs for an escape in the dark hours of solitude, alas! Who could help now?”

Praveen Parasar

22/07/2018

The Tale…!

"The universe

Was born of a big-bang

Or so does the science say

And it was the chaos

That defined the world

For far too long

Before the order crept in

And came along

You, me, and us

The universe grew

Beyond the shadows of

Big-bang,

And grew the world, of

You, me, and us

Bursting forth

A horizon filled with passion

Leaving behind an insipid abyss

And came along

The bright colors of hope

For you, me, and us

Utopia, Indeed…!

Adolescence

just like the autumn

announces itself with vigour

flushed with a new found identity

carries itself beyond

the timid infancy of

the romance of summer;

The universe is grown

And so are

You, me, and us

Grown abound

Too much and too apart

For gravity to hold together

The universe waits

For the fall to arrive

And so do

You, me and us

Staring at a horizon

That is yellowing rapidly;

The black holes of void

Have grown too monstrous

Threating to swallow

Fragile pieces of

The universe

Just like the sense

Of you and me has grown

And threatens to swallow

The ruins of us

The chaos defines the universe

The darkness fills its core

The Universe awaits

Another big-bang, while

Rubbles of utopia

Strayed, adrift

Still burn over the sky

Of the dusk

Offering a glimpse of dawn

As if a star has broken

Just for you, me,

Or us?...”

Praveen parasar

29/06/2018

Clash…!

"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

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

Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“He wanted to destroy himself. Destroy as if to wipe away any trace of his trails, which he feared would bring attention to his attempts of silly escape out of sacred obligations and words would find him half-way again, running away, naked, drunk, hallucinating upon nothing but thin air. He felt ashamed every time upon being caught while trying to flee leaving behind echoes of screams scattered around, broken pieces of left-over nights, only to be accused by them of being a shameless attention seeker, who would go to any length to be advertised prostituting himself through his failing, falling escapades. He was a labeled outcast who must not be allowed to let himself disguise beneath his rotting flesh and fading shadows.”