How hard would it be
to be made of flesh and be mortal,
to dream of all the tastes,
and go wet uncontrollably.
To lick your mirror image
in her mouth slowly,
and be satisfied in sometime,
but still, lack a dearth of reason,
to entwine
into a thousand unseen motions,
to caress the nothingness in air
and become understood in front
of all the living.
to be a tongue,
and be a language
and exist
but not noticed
ever.
How hard would it be?
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Writings to Heaven 
unique one…
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Thanks.. Felt like writing something different.
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welcome…you inspire others to think differently
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Thanks again.. I feel we should explore all the topics and ideas. Our poetic genre should be full of variety.
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true…good advice
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This is so beautiful, Shashank
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Thanks Nandita. 🙂
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