The Lovers!

The Lovers!                                      

Let us keep that mask on

Let us lie to each other some more

Do not let truth spoil our longing

Hold each close and let kiss bloom

They say, love is blind, lust cares none

All it wants is to let bodies burn

In the flame of desire, passion

Shadow of lies beneath truth of sun

Hide our faces, eyes may feel shy

To confront the truth can make them cry

Do not be so harsh to our tender heart

It just wished to have a little fun and why

Just let skin feel the fire, heartbeat sync

As we make a toast of dark love and drink!

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 26/11/2013

                                          René Magritte-Les amants (The Lovers) 1928

Intensions!

Intensions!

Barren lands of true intensions

Hidden within, and those layers

Sooner or later grows the seed

Tearing the skin of dried soil within

All they need is a hint of rain

Time does fine, changes the frame

What did one seek, what did one show?

One will find when it starts to grow

Thoughts are inevitable, but it’s about what you plow

As water doesn’t seek the path, it just flows

Silence! Look it’s not what it thought to be

Just a rotten fruit beneath that sad tree

Did it cheat the farmer, or showed him a mirror

You could lie to the whole world, but

Here no more than a naked liar

Stand guard, you must face it now

Before it grows high above swelling you inside

And, will give no more chance than to be remain lost in its tides

Accept, accept it, be brave, be that soul

Who wished you no pain, told you not to foul.

 

Time does fine, frame will change again

Barren lands of true intensions will see the rain, again.

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 18/11/2013

Tragedy of wanderer

Tragedy of wanderer:

“Lying on his bed, he was nothing more than a rotten loath of flesh waiting to be dumped beneath the ground. His own smell unsettled him; it reminded him smell of those liquids in the glass he used to hold in the middle of crowds waiting for a glimpse of him, going gaga over his posters, even if being nothing more than an imposter. Lie, just a lie, a dirty stinky one, a coward, he remembers, he played for way to long, so long that it ruined him, ate him inside out, he felt so weak that he could not even dare to open his eyes to look around and find out if he was still being chased by them. Too weak to even respond to those naked girls dancing around, their bouncing breasts did not arouse him suddenly, for whom he used to go mad once. He felt embraced upon his all of sudden no better than dead penis hanging like a dried flower by the plant that once charmed and attracted bees all over. It was a dream run for him, way to good, one he never imagined, one he never wanted to get out of, but now when reality hit him like a speed breaker on a plain road so hard, it was too hard for him to hold on. He left himself to be drowning inside; a hope still held it somewhere, Hope! An ever-open Last option for a coward.

Soul Song!

SOUL SONG!

Uncertain and forlorn

Made of glass, a heart strong

Holds self amidst chaos and realities blown

Not so sure of what, how and when

Walks up and down, far and long

Leaves no mark, just bygone

To seek, to wander, whistling a song

Falters now and then, steadies again

To forget, to forgive, a silent moan

To watch self act, to criticize, to clap upon

Never ending hope, to explore unknown

To die not a merely body but be water, flowing

Hardened, vaporized yet born, reborn…!

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 25/09/2013

In The Darkness!

In The Darkness

 

Lost are his words, in the darkness of black ink

Scribbled on that ruined paper, dirty and stinks

He could not make it read any better, sound any good

Could not even make it look any better, neither dolled up nor dressed in pink

 

It remained lost; rightly so, could not garner any attention it did seek

Like a poor old beggar, lost behind garbage dump, searching something to feed

Dreamed for ages to serve self a lavish food and wine’s treat

As that poetry slowly washed itself of own tear, a never ending search, oh! That grief

 

Sinks his heart in that depths of gloomy moon-light

Feels like burning and wishes to see no-light, but

Darkness embraced him like a secret lover, beneath silence of bare-foot walk

Rained kisses, as they made love in midst of that strange fight, forgot even to talk

 

Resting behind one big rock-stone, holding each other close

Let those words to fly by screaming aloud like bats; He, they kept that moment snoozed

Scribbled on her bare back again, used ink of saliva and sweat, smelled of orgasm

True? Fake? Didn’t matter, for he had found those words again to scribble and love to booze

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 14/09/2013

Princess’s Dream!

Princess’s Dream!


Kohl In her eyes, she sketched herself

Rejoiced the blank canvas of heart

Painted it with her mysterious expressions

Resembled to horizon of those lonely evenings

 

An invitation they flare to an unknown land

Of vast blue sea and golden sands

To walk along shores, you must ask permission

If not, they might tear you away

 

O dear! Dare not I say, keep your eyes down

You may be held guilty of stealing her precious crown

One, which she keeps safe in backyard of her smile

Might lose it to; must not, even if showed upon shade of love awhile

 

She waits for her prince, gently smiling

Will take her away one day, on his golden horse flying!

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 11/09/2013

Being a Traveler!

Being a Traveler!

 

Of what I dream, of what I fear

I walk miles and miles,

Hiding sometimes in hollow dark corners

Smelling of those smiles and tear

 

Search for life in the ruins of light

And for devil in naked darkness of night

Search some in the vicinity of dusk and dawn

Search continues and the soul’s plight

 

Moment of love, moment of hate

Moment of joy, moment of sad fate

Moment that stitches some wounds

Moment that brings some nightmare back

 

Being uncertain, yet to have faith

Left blindfolded, still to take another step

Lost it remains for long and insane

Yet to walk another mile, must be carrying a burning flame

 

Whom does it long for, what does it wish

What does scare it, what could bring it bliss

Unknown is the journey, as where to reach

Have a heart though, that vow to keep exploring still.

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 07/09/2013