The Mist is all I could see
Strange it may see,it seems on a killing spree
Thick white disappearing with no ends,
cold,unfriendly like omen,
they say it takes you and gives an easy death,
without pain and sorrow,without regret,
I died a long ago but still have the pain,
Me and mist are friends now,unseperable we disappear.
Author Archives: Shashank Bhardwaj
I Wonder
I wonder when was the last time,
I saw the pretty stars
disappeared in the sky,where are they now?
In a nearby galaxy,not very far?
I wonder what happened to them
Did they leave in Disgust?
For all they did was to burn,
and choices of turning to rust.
I wonder whether the sky would
shine again as it did,
Beautiful as it was,more splendid than is,
It will happen soon as I get a feeling for it,
this ain’t a old man praying,It’s just a kid.
Writings to Heaven 