Ummeed - Hope!

Umeed! (Hindi version)

Kuch lamhe tute se

Kuch ashk chhalke se

Yado ke bikhre moti

Ya pedo ke sukhe bikhre patte

Jhumte se

Girte hue

Jaise nachte ho

Jhokon pe hawao ke

Dilati ehsas ho

Yun kuch tuta sa

Kuch bandha sa

Aaj bhi

Hai, aur ek ummeed

Sametne ko inhe

Banane ko ek gharaunda

Agli barsat me

Murjhaye ped ki chhaw tale. 

~ Praveen Parasar

Hope! (English version)

Smiling broken moments, or

Tears in eyes, reverberating

Shattered pearls of memories

Leftover dried leafs

Falling slowly

Or dancing with breeze

Evoking emotions

On a barren ground

Of unknown, unsaid

Moments

That never dries, but

Awaits rain

For it will make
a castle, again

Out of those scattered leafs

Below that tree, dying slowly.

~ Praveen Parasar

Tragedy of Wanderer!

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer-

“He was drowning in the sea, yet he felt thirsty. At first he could not believe it, it felt like a nightmare, all he saw was water till that distant horizon where lands meets the sky and the sun gets born out of their kiss, he felt amazed and scared at the same time. He felt weight of his own body pulling him down, his mouth was full of water, but he could not take it in, too much of salt. It reminded him of those tears he saw once and felt guilty, and he felt confused again for sea of water, sea of emotions? He wanted to spill it then, he wished to spill it now, but how, he did not know then, he did not know now. Few drops of blood rolled through his eyes, down the cheek and he took his tongue out, for may be now only his own blood could quench his unbearable thirst, he thought so while licking it with all his attention.”

~ Praveen Parasar

Wish!

Wish!

He waited, and awaited long

Before dusk finally entered and soothed

His scars, for dawn being cruel, light made him sick

Darkness brought him peace, bared himself he did not shy

For a thousand lies he would not cry, but just a wish

To kiss the bearer of moments; the moon, white poison

And let it dilute his blood, get high before descends the sun, ever again.

~ Praveen Parasar

Tragedy of Wanderer!

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“Almost out of his breathes, he slowly closed his eyes. He felt too tired to resist anymore, he felt just to go with the flow though he never preferred it that way, for he had always been one of those who did it all on their terms, kept their head high, looked right into eyes and pulled the trigger whenever one tried to call his bluff, never afraid. But, now he knew it was getting over, anymore resistance will only make things worse, especially to those moments placed just in a corner of his heart wrapped in the sheets of time and space, if not for him. He could not bear to endanger them. He could listen to his heartbeat slowing, lub-dub, l..ub-d..ub, l..u..b-d..u..b, losing it to the sound of tick-tock of wall-clock in the room. A race he was losing or he chose to, Only he knew that.  

~ Praveen Parasar

Tragedy of Wanderer!

Tragedy of Wanderer:

And suddenly he felt them coming all at once, for which he wasn't ready and it was not that he did not want it, he dreamt of it but now at its real sight, it scared him more than anything. He found words all over his body, burying him below, suffocating his breath, blocking his nerves, sucking his blood out of tensed veins. He felt the air getting heavier around, he was losing sight of everything. He took out his glasses, wiped it couple of times, placed it back upon his eyes but alas! It was all getting blurred so fast, damn not because he could not see them, but because they were too many to see anything through them. His eyes started feeling the pain hard, he got to do something fast, but what, he could not think of. Drink! Drink! A voice came, but who was it, never-mind, he opened the bottle gulped down mouthful of that bitter fluid. Boom! He had been kind of bulldozed off his body and thrown in a dark corner of his own shadow, where he saw nothing but darkness beneath his Skeleton being licked by source of millions of ant like words, poisonous and thirsty. He offered them his bottle; they laughed and filled their glass with his blood, Smell of his own blood started making him high. He started losing grip off his glass slowly, Being cursed! 

~ Praveen Parasar

Be...!

Be…!

 

Be, like water

But that of a river, not pond

For it flows forever, moving on

Lively and regrets never

 

Be, like a tree

But of wild, not of fancy flower-pots

For it grows and bows

Offers shadow to all that goes

By, sticks to roots yet touches

Sky, asks for nothing but

A gentle hug and lets one fly

 

Be, like sea

But of deepness and silence, not to rage

For it accepts them all and yet stays calm

Cursed it may be, as left longing of own thirst

But life to many and carrier of pearls, just

A courage to dive deep, asks for no more

Glimpse of distant horizon, let’s you sail adrift

 

Be, like a soul

But that of a child, not of grown men-women

For it being a pure as dew drop upon the grass

Away from greed, and nothing to hide

And corrupt being those of later

Smiles for no reason, loves whatever be the season

Paints a rainbow in the sky, amidst dark clouds raging

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 24/02/2014

 

Togetherness!

Togetherness!

 

Temptation of one distant and far

Silent night amidst murmur of stars

Left to burn in shadow of darkness

Who holds forth, dimly lit candle or bleeding heart ajar?

 

Looked all around, looked high above

Looked by dawn, and did so to dusk

Looked beyond sights and looked afar

Alas! Looked not within, looked not by the side

Not even once, O dear! Such pity

 

Ignorance being punishment, for

Dusk offers a glimpse, to

Poor of poorest, lover’s biased art

Un-imaginative, afraid of dark

Thus corrupt, fools, who else but retard

 

But, said none her heart, said none her eyes

Cried alike that candle burning slowly by her side

For she being the one of similar fate and tried

Fading in his shadow, yet showed him his path

 

By: Praveen Parasar

Date: 16/01/2014

 

Picture art by: Milton Avery - White Moon, 1957