Me or Her?

Was it good, was it bad

Was it white, was it black

Was it me, was it she

Breaking relationship

Things turning sad!

Was I right, was I wrong

Was she right, was she wrong

Was I fighting, or she did

Question remained

Would love survive or

Is it going to be dead!

Both were asking for

Answer, Who had

Neither me, nor her,

Though questions alike,

Goals alike, to keep love alive

And, for that one moment

Wait continued

Of that first step

Both kept guessing

Whether she would or I should!

Moment never came

Love died quietly

Time passed in night and day

Life moved on,

But still today, they have

That broken thread

Of relationship, once blossomed

In their backyard

And, still an old, half erased page

In middle of a book, read

Love you forever!

Who did write it?

Was it me, or, was it her!

BY: - PRAVEEN PARASAR

DATE: - 18/04/2012

Slow Motion Life, A Retrospect!

Slow Motion Life, A Retrospect!

Slow motion life

Like one in old movies, with dark shades of

Grey, black and white, no other color, like

Missing the redness, so does temptation

On the face of a newly married bride,

            Like one in the midst of city traffic, blowing horn

Noise taking its toll, an unintentional hurry

To get out of the crowd, frustration

To put on the acceleration, fly,

Like one in the streets of a slum

In the middle of a big and bright city

Looking at it like a Lion, ready to swallow                               

The doe, without making any sound

Though, careless, relaxed poor people

Having round of gossip over issues

How one politician fainted while on hunger-strike

How one superstar had to walk couple of steps

In hot sun for his fans, must be hard for him, a sigh*

And a baby sleeping nearby, with dust all over

Unknown of happenings all around,

Like one in a war-torn city of Afghanistan or Iraq

Where every next step you put

Could bring the death, a terrible one

Where children have forgotten

The meaning of school and play

Still an urge to make it better, though

Sitting in a refugee camp, waiting for milk for her baby

She had a hope that one day it would get back its glory

Her baby would be able to roam freely

And the talk of change would become reality, slowly,

Casanova life keeps on flirting with us,

Enjoying in tranquility all over, deluded

We called it a slow motion life…!

BY:-PRAVEEN PARASAR

DATE: - 17/04/2012

On Her Wing of Dreams!

On Her Wing of Dreams!

She came like a wind

Blew me away

From myself,

Even my shadow

Was left behind

Unaware though shaken

In a state of trance

I kept flying high in sky

On her wing of dreams

Passing through clouds

Hairs playing on her face

Watching her smile

While passing through thunders

Through those beautiful lights

Various colors, like trying to compete

With colors on her dress

And she, like a mermaid,

Up, down, and taking sharp turns

Making her voluptuous body

In ample display,

Like beauty of nature

Raw in hills and valley

My eyes hypnotized

Fingers wrapped tightly

Around her waist, heartbeat racing

Unable to look around

Unable to look beyond

I kept flying with her

On her wing of dreams

Forgot world, even self

Like nothing else existed

Just she and me

A fresh beginning this summer

Temperature soaring, hot romance

Our lips locked, flowered kiss

Our body glued, stiff

Arms around each other

Universe came on a halt, though

No more stopping to us

Love is in the air, and

I am flying with her,

On her wing of dreams!

BY: - PRAVEEN PARASAR

DATE: - 08/04/2012

An Urge!

An urge to write

The emotional vibe

Your love, your feelings

From the core of your heart

It makes you feel same, as

An urge to bring

Justice, to fight

For a cause, for love and peace

For what is right

To bring smile on faces

Of those

Sad and deprived!

 It seems hard

Like walking down the road

With a blurred sight

In the midst of rainy night,

Like trying to fly a kite

Against the wind, high in sky

At an ultimate height,

Like to sail a boat

In sea, through its current

Through its high tide,

Like to burn a candle

In the evil dark, facing a cyclone

Holding it’s shaken, yet

High on spirit, it’s light!

It all may seem hard

Impossible to achieve, but

That’s where lies

The challenge, I accept

I will always

Continue to fight

I will always

Continue to write.

BY:-PRAVEEN PARASAR

DATE: - 05/04/2012

Keep Silence!

Keep silence

Like you never spoke

Your lips never parted

Like you never knew

If there is something called words

Leaving it to die, its premature death

Before alphabets could take any shape

Like you never heard

What is sound,

Even if it was chocking, right there

In your throat

Just listen

Don’t speak

You are not supposed to

Even if you are asked

Just nod, pretend

Don’t let your emotion roll

Keep it hidden

Emotion makes noise

Be careful

Keep your eyes shut

They say even they could speak

Whole story, silently

Just prohibit it

You are not supposed to

Disturb them

Else you would be punished

By the authorities

Of love, of loved ones

And your own soul would

Make you feel like a criminal

For hurting them

Just to make yourself feel better

Just to cry your heart out!

BY: - PRAVEEN PARASAR

DATE: - 03/13/2012

Encounter with Truth

A desperate try

To hide it, to fake it

Like no one is watching

Like no one would ever find

You lie, to none other than yourself

Oh you poor animal!

Your eyes wider, your muscles stressed

Your ears ringing, your hands shake

Heartbeat racing, breathes out of sync

Still you make your lips dance

Bringing an evil smile to distract

No one but your own soul!

You thought you could get away with that?

To fool someone was that easy,

Like telling a kid, there’s a granny on the moon

Shame on you, coward

Beware! Before it’s too late

Before it starts killing you, mercilessly

When you sleep, or in dream

When you awake, or at work

Before your own soul refuses

to recognize you, to forgive you!

You could never make truth your slave

Whether Keeping it decorated, or beneath diamond walls

Neither Make-up nor fancy gold sheet would work

It’s eternal; it is no one’s prisoner

And, once it would start dancing naked

You would beg for mercy, you would cry for death!

BY: - PRAVEEN PARASAR     

DATE: - 27/03/2012

That Girl Wearing Kohl In Her Eyes…!

That girl wearing Kohl in her eyes

Eyes that were deep

Like a blue sea, full of life

Spoke love and grace

Silently, jovial soul of her

Flickering innocence all around

She walked like a fawn

Roaming in her own thoughts

Careless, afraid of being lost

Whispered something

Euphony swirled in the air

Making a rainbow of words

So musical, so magical

Like a poetry

Or a painting,

Carving an artist’s imagination

Perfectly into a piece of art, and

I felt a sudden urge

To explore, to steal,

To touch, to feel

Her soul, her beauty

Too curious I looked upon

And she was just smiling at me…

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 24/03/2012

*Kohl- Kajal in hindi, a decorative cosmetic used to wear in eyes.