Worthless-man!

"Being a worthless man

Squandering about

Holding onto tainted shadows

Carrying nothing but hollow promises

Banished off the holy land of hope

He wandered along the muddy ridge of indifferences

Picking pieces of himself broken, lost along the way

Some that he had attempted to throw upon clouds

Only to find him at receiving end, as if spitted upon

Well, well, what else to expect

Being a worthless man

Oh dear, such is the tale of

Being a worthless man

Scheming about

Hiding beneath blots of suspicion

Bound to be caught red-handed and again

Only to be ousted off the boundaries of solicitude

And there, now

Left alone, drunk upon solitude

He wonders

Whether even the night hates him yet

Whether even darkness would refuse

To let him come, any closer

Whether even death would offer him any solace

Being a worthless man…”

Praveen Parasar

04/03/2017

Drop by drop…!

“Drop by drop we drank the moon

Drop by drop the night drank us

Drop by drop our bodies burnt

Drop by drop we melted away

Drunk upon each other

Drop by drop we sunk beneath darkness

Drop by drop our faces fell apart

Drop by drop we collected our shadows

Drop by drop we buried our heart

Drop by drop we lost the art

Of making love,

Drop by drop

Drop by drop, oh darling!

We walked past the dawn

and there were fragments of us

tangled around, oblivious, alone

as if pieces of a dream long way gone

and nothing but a few mere words

left scattered upon paper

as if too wounded to carry themselves

to their graves even

Drop by drop

Drop by drop…”

Praveen Parasar

21/02/2017

Final Verdict…!

“Once pronounced a culprit

Your leftover innocence mocks you

While your futile struggle offers little help

To climb out of the swamp of indifferent hearsay

Left to sink beneath the porous ground

Built upon heaps of morality

That were never meant to carry

Slightest weight of reason

You are only to find solace

In warmth of shame and guilt

While losing breaths over damned mud

it fills your body as hungry larvas

lurking to lick you off your bones

as if to wipe your dirty existence

and naked of your foul defense

declared evil, you are to be burnt

fire fueled by surmises does well

you scream would turn out as empty howl

for laughing passing by gushing winds

while virtuous gods would celebrate

the ceremonial end of a declared vice

Justice must be delivered

Or so they say, indeed!

you must not seek any help, but suffer

for being marked an outcast

you have only self to blame…”

Praveen Parasar

15/02/2017

Sleepwalk!

“Only if we could measure

Our discontent, deprive, melancholia

We would know how many glasses of the night

Would suffice to get us drunk, and to look beyond the voids

Of our blackened heart,

Only if we could measure

Our longings, dread, cowardice

We would know how much of darkness would suffice

To kill us, and bury us beneath the tick-tock of the clock -

the eternal conqueror,

Only if we could measure

Our lies, truths, sins

We would know how much of the death would suffice

To let us fade away in abyss of overwhelming days

Where our corpse our preserved and measured

For how alive we are, alas!

Praveen Parasar

25/01/2017

Lesson…!

Self-decorated utopia

Upon the graves of a man

Deprived of his character

As if a corpse robbed of its flash and bones

Left alone as if an outcast

While vultures feast upon

prostituting zombies, celebrating their freedom

Ignorance is bliss

Or so did the sermon read

Hollow man, hollow man

Who did you pray to?

What did you pray for?

Why aren’t you carrying a ticket

To heaven yet?

Looking for a bargain?

You could get one for hell

let them enslave you

or put you on sale

It’s all the same or so the say

inevitable ends, after all

Hurry, the carnival ends tonight

The gods will pack up past midnight

You must please them soon

Offer your services

Handjob, blowjob, fuck in the ass

Manipulate the spectators

Lie at will, smile

Bright days could hide it all

Beneath its dark alleyways

Salvation comes at a cost

Choose wisely

Before you are left-out

And declared an outcast

Only to find yourself unchained

Belonging to no-one no-where

Alas!

Praveen Parasar

20/01/2017

Scribbling

Scribbling:
“A raped existence
Holding onto threads of torn fabrics of trust
Something to slit the overwhelmed veins with
For only blood could quench the thirst
Of an ignorant god, whose unquestionable morale
Forbids one to find solace along the walls of its temples
Where echoes the laws of manipulated ethics
And chorus of never ending chant of
Guilty conscience…”

Scribbling:

Scribbling:

Tragedy of Wanderer:

“I feel happy, being alone at this moment. It’s a different feeling being alone sometimes, when you are alone and not sad, not missing something, not being asked for or to suit a particular adjective. Like a night when it is alone without moon and stars, left on its own. Night with moon gets weighed down by label of romanticism, and when that moon is missing, people look at the stars, miss the moon and sob all night for their solitude asks too much of them. I like the night when there is no moon, no star but just it, a dark, left-alone, night, naked in itself, just like us, with no rush to choose adjectives to suit the mood to feel better or worse. I feel happy this moment for I do not feel to feel in any particular way, it’s just a feeling of having no feel, ridiculous it sounds, isn’t it? And yet it’s true, it is like when people are high, fallen in alleyways, by riverside, in their rooms, upon their beds, in someone’s arms or left behind like trash, and yet not caring at all, instead stay like that simply for staying in that sense of trance, not thinking of anything, something as if alive but relishing the death in itself, death for what else could carry such tranquil happiness in itself, simply for the sake of it. As if being active we lose a sense of our human mind and body as those philosophers would say in the west, while in the east they would rather call it soul. funny isn’t it? How even that gets tangled up in choice of words, while it could be either of them or none at all, who knows?

I am feeling happy in this moment, I would not mind whether I get to laugh or cry, for it doesn’t matter, I could do both and still feel the same. But I would rather choose to smile right now and keep the tears for later, for tears to me are more intimate, they remind me of nights when I am vulnerable, I find solace in its salty kisses and warm trails upon my cheeks. So long…”

Praveen Parasar, 8/1/2017