It’s just a piece of skin
aching for a laughter
In a world that makes desolation
And calls it peace.

A thousand fireworks
look like lights without laughter
With your memories without laughter
My ears become a temple begging for a worship

Smile now,
For someone
For me.
Don’t let my temple disappear in a map of this world undiscovered.

Worship my eyes instead.
They smile without dreams.
Without reasons
Without fear.
Come tell me, do your eyes seek me
Am I your Christmas?

When the world desolates you away from me.

© Shashank Bhardwaj