Tragedy of wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of wanderer:

“How long could you hold on to the chaos building up within, sooner or later it is bound to engulf the bearer no matter of the attempts of reconciliations and patch-up. Any diplomatic attempt to check their unintentional growth is bound to fail for such attempt never appear to look for the cause but only to cover up the cracks; even to an extent repudiate the mere possibility of their existence, which starts to appear early.

He too went down the same path, probably they all do, who continue to consider themselves master of the rooster until the rooster is no more than a closed box drowning in the sea of what-ifs, left on its own to carry forward their leftover possibilities. However, to his own surprise, contrary to a sense of disbelief and unease; even a hint of pleasance subconsciously, he rather felt a sense of relief for at least he could now caress and hold on to those ruptures, without being afraid of being mocked and ridiculed, letting them deluge and overwhelm him within his own guilt.

The chaos did not end, neither he was at ease but for now they were not trying to deny a chance to the other to exist on its own, instead accepting the presence of another as a part of their own need to survive.

Essence…!

“Romanticism of lonely hearts

As if dried flowers lost in those old books

Tracing the shape of their hollow faces

Upon the fading pages

Getting drunk upon kiss of their own,

whispering their longing, only

to be find themselves red-faced

as the echoes of it fills the void

as if a deserted library

whose broken walls still carry the marks

of the touch upon their falling skin

while their bosom still carries the secret

left behind by someone passing by

who might have just wondered about

the extravagant ruins

buried beneath the weight of the darkness

there lies some leftover breathes

and a few pieces of hearts

to be found sooner or later

intoxicated, in their own embrace

and engraved,

‘to be handled with care’…”

Praveen Parasar

20/03/2018

Tragedy…!

"When there is no sense of belonging

No sense of being and becoming

When the sense of us is lost

At the cost, of made-up reasons

There comes moment of drowning solitude

Destined to take over you and me

The individuality suffers

The identity diluted

The bitterness growing

Chaos fills the glasses

And drunk upon darkness

Each one wanders

Upon why and how

While falling beneath

The recently discovered

Eccentric ways around

While the days played their part

And the nights kept apart

The needs abounding

And priorities astounding

Juxtaposition of failing justifications

Watching them watch each other

Fading along the void

While promising to keep

Their hearts ajar still,

Alas!...”

Praveen Parasar

17/03/2018

Babble…

You must bleed

And bleed, until

Your veins run dry

Your skin tears apart

Your flesh twists and turns

The salt in your eye blinds you

The saliva in your mouth

Drowns you

The darkness of your shadow

Takes over you

And turns you into a

Wooden puppet

Which must dance upon

the tune of

night and day

yes and no

passion and obsession,

the conflict must not end

the chaos must continue

the poison must infect

every single inch of your flesh

while you get drunk

and ponder upon

what next

not knowing

you have been robbed of your own

self,

being a prisoner

and, made an addict

you could only

fancy your

wild imaginations

and display it

grand, and vague

while your own fears

laugh at you

mock you

dump you

forget you

forever

leaving behind

no trace of

you and your

so called

corrupt intellect, alas!”

Praveen Parasar

20/01/2018

Chaos of silence…!

"That Inaudible sigh

Left behind

By those words

Unwritten, Unspoken yet

Filling up the

Empty corners

Of solitude

Echoes of it, overwhelming

Growing around

Like a winter night

Beneath the warmth

Of its embrace

As if to choke, almost

And the leftover breathes

Carefully put on fire

In the dark shadows

Of the longings

There remain the droplets

Frozen, Beneath the eyes

Threatening to drown

While one attempts

To break open

The walls of indifference..."

Praveen Parasar

09/01/2018

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.”

Allegory of solitude!

“Of all those mundane nights

Crawling through stifling days

And a yearning for emancipation

Deserted along the blank spaces

Carrying heaps of broken words, and

A desperate attempt to give them a meaning

Meanings! As if a mere hallucination

The words turning into a monster

Swallowing one into the void

A few drop of ink

a few drop of blood, and

blurred horizon of dirtied pages…”

Praveen Parasar

02/12/2017