Tragedy of wanderer

Scribbling:

Tragedy of wanderer:

“Love always found solace in the bosom of death, but he insisted for it to be exhibited with life for once but only to make a mockery of its lonesome figure amidst myriad of shadows passing by who ridiculed and accused him of treachery, while he stood there in chaotic silence unable to fathom his own tirades of questions. He had just witnessed a humiliating showdown with hate that he lost and how, oh! Only if he could realize there always lurked animals hidden in bright light of days preying upon such vulnerable ones, who find themselves broken and fallen at the end of such failed exhibition upon so called animated life. He felt to drown himself in a glass of oblivion with a faint hope that probably the night would let him hold her once more forgiving his such imprudence towards darkness. Darkness for it always gave him a secret taste of death and he scribbled his musings off its visage. Alas!

Scribbling:

“Pain, a sedative so fine
Offers glimpses of death sublime…”

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