Tragedy of Wanderer…


Scribbling:  Tragedy of Wanderer:  “Where does the violence take you, where do you want to go? Could you ever escape, escape even from whom? You don't even have an enemy, but you, you craving to suffer, craving to watch yourself wriggling, like a trapped fish, yet acting as if you could swim away. You can’t…

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Sin…!


"You did not commit a sin I did not do any wrong It was just days of glory And we were young   We could feast upon the darkness And watch us melt through the night We could rain upon each other And watch us turning into rainbow Rainbow, which could scream Our names, across…

Tragedy of Wanderer…


Scribbling:    “Trail of scars   Wounds ajar  Longings of blank page    Silence brings about chaos  Darkness exposes  The night offers no mercy    Choking upon words, unsaid  Drowning upon the tears, unshed  Grave, abode of exiled...”    Praveen Parasar 22/03/2019

Imprisoned…!


“In hope   We are born,  And again...  In dread  We die,  And again...  As if cannot help  But evade,  Our self...  But the void   Remains,   A stark reminder  As if imprisoned  Forever  In anticipation  Alas...!”  Praveen Parasar 15/03/2019  

Loneliness…


Scribbling:  Tragedy of Wanderer:  “Loneliness is like a love that only grows through the distance. Being afar only adds to the passion. Even a mere glimpse proves enough to revive the wilting senses in same way as a traveller rejoices upon a glimpse of the land after being at the mercy of cruel sea for…

Tragedy of Wanderer…


Scribbling: Tragedy of Wanderer: “Orphaned by the day, forsaken by the night and the grim prospect of survival often forces one to prostitutize one’s modest immodesties. They have surprising ability to save one from drowning beyond the limits of life saving despairs. All it needs is pervertization of ones dreams while fetishising about the nightmares.…

Tragedy of Wanderer…


"She saw him sleeping by the window. Even though she knew he was here to kill her, he didn’t appear dangerous at all. He was sleeping like any other man she had been with, and yet she was drawn towards him as she had towards no one else. Rather she explored the idea whether he could…

Tragedy of Wanderer…


Scribbling: Tragedy of Wanderer: “Consume, or be consumed. There’s no reprieve. You must act. Rush before its too late. For there’s no place for cowards. You must accept your fate as dictated, fall-in and be a part of the spectacle. But remember you can show your loyalty both way. Whether it is your head on…

Fallen Romance…


"Ignoring presence of the other We pass by nonchalantly As if mere strangers Oh! The night How could you turn so cold How would the tales be told no more What of the pains we promised, What of the wounds we are yet to inflict What of the broken pieces we owe To each other,…

Tragedy of Wanderer…


Scribbling: Tragedy of Wanderer: "Evening was passing by swiftly, the moon had showed up promptly, the night arrived as Scheduled, the sea was rather calm despite it being full moon night and a warning of high tide, yet there was something amiss. What it could be, he could not acertain. Perhaps he was too drunk…