Fiction & Poetry, Heart, Life, Poems, poetry


Revere, this blessed silence,
For I shall slip into your thoughts
once again, but this time
without a face or voice.

Contemplate the cause
For every bone tickles a question
when the sky is this dark,
’A pang of heart’ was a fool’s discovery.

For he ignores every vision that might be real,
For him the water is still full of air,
and the air still full of hope.

Before the drowning begins with his foolish steps
the dissonance muffles down slowly
choking the sweet breath, as promised

– Shashank Bhardwaj


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