Tragedy of Wanderer

Scribbling
Tragedy of Wanderer:
“He thought he belongs to them all, and then he was reminded of his ignorance in a sudden blunt reminder. He couldn’t react, he found it hard to fight back, the realization of being left stranded was too much to handle, but he agreed to find a way. He didn’t want to let himself appear vulnerable, but he cared no more, it didn’t matter anymore. He was vulnerable, on display, naked, showing no signs of resistance, rather humbled, he was standing there to be conquered…alas…!”

Control...

Control

power of control

It asks

To stay in control

You must

Exercise control

With control

Yet

You can’t stay

In control

Get out of control

Don't control

Fight for control

What control

Such addiction

Beware of affliction

The pain would numb you

The pain would seduce you

The pain loosens

Control

You couldn’t control

You should control

You must control

You have to control

You are losing control

You can’t lose control

Stay in control

Scream, cry

Laugh, lie

Fight, die

Get around

Get high

Try harder

Try, but why

Try you must

But can’t you just

Get over control

Could you ever

Get over

Control

Why and what

The more you think

The more you lose

Stay still

Drowning

Overwhelmed

You suffocate

You suffer

You imagine

Being

In control

Out of control

End of control...”

Praveen Parasar

14/02/2020

Suffering...

“When you wish to suffer

But you can’t suffer

Yet you suffer

For suffering eludes

You long for it

Yet you can’t have it

As if cursed

You ask for it

You look for it

In joy

In sadness

In laughter

In cries

From days

To night

From darkness

To light

You scream

You glean

You seethe

Yet breathe

While suffering continues

To suffocate, you

It haunts you

Through the dreams

And nightmares

It tempts you

Through the pain

And fears

It kills you

Through those smiles

It brings you back to life

Through those tears

Falling in its abyss

You resist, protest

You surrender, hesitate

You plead guilty

You claim innocence

Yet in the end

Nothing matters

But did you suffer

Did you suffer enough

To find solace

In suffering

Alas…”

Praveen Parasar

06/02/2020

Scribbling

Scribbling:
"There’s no sleep
Only if eyes could speak
The words
Who rather choose to play
Hide and seek
Beyond lights
Beyond darkness
While the night sips
Through half ajar gazes…"

Being a pig

Scribbling:
Being a pig:
Socrates once said, "It is better to be a human being dissatisfied than a pig satisfied...” Now there’s no question over authority of Socrates, but one must think for once of the poor pig. Being outcasted by none other than the great Socrates, Oh, who could dare save this creature now.

However, the pig remained steadfast in his enclosure, mudfesting, grazing over poops infringed upon him as insult. Showing least of concern, he was good being ignorant and indifferent. He knew the advantages of being the pig. He couldn’t care less for being loved or hated. All he knew was to snooze upon the dirt and filth, it was his only known specialty, and perhaps he was proud of it too. He still believed he could make a great companion though, Alas!...

Hate...!

Hate 

we must 

Hate 

for it is just 

Hate 

As much as  

You could not love 

You could not live 

Hate  

For if it leads you to  

your voice 

Hate 

If it connects you to  

Each piece 

Of you 

You could not  

Collect  

You could not  

Connect to 

Pieces 

You would not want to 

Confront too 

Hate  

Even through your corpses 

Beyond the graves 

Let it trample upon 

Let it scream through  

The life 

Allow it to bury  

The days 

Of you, me 

Us 

Watch it burn  

The night 

As well  

Hate  

If that brings you 

Alive 

Hate, you must 

indeed 

Adrenaline  

Is seductive 

Let it suffocate  

You 

While you  

Struggle to hate 

Your love to hate 

Alas...! 

Praveen Parasar 

22/12/2019

Scribbling:

"As it rains 
Those sleepy windowpanes  
Offer 
To tell a tale 
Of a thirst 
Yet to be quenched  
Of a romance, lingering 
In every gaze 
Of a longing 
In every sigh, whispered  
Of a love 
Yet to be loved 
While those parting lips 
Await 
To be kissed  
Again...”