Author Archives: Shashank Bhardwaj

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Wandering

When was the last time,
you actually wandered,
when you wanted to,
with just the soul,
for seeing the stars,
for facing the tide,
for the rainbows,
that never hide,
for paths that tell a story,
for mornings of glory,
for people you never met,
for stories you never heard,
for love never felt,
for knowing yourself,
like you never did,
if you ever want to,
then do it for sure ,
but,
without a purpose,
without seeing the time,
without remembering people you knew.
wander to know,
not the places,
but the places you belong to,
wander to know,
not people,
but the person
in the mirror.

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Survive

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Death, Help, Imagine, Prose, Random thoughts, Writings

Within

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Within me,
lies an irresistible urge,
a dark one indeed,
that would not fathom beauty,
nor the brave,
that consumes darkness,
that needs slaves,
that is biased,
that is superstitious,
that tells me things,
that makes me see void taking shapes,
it isn’t scary,
no it isn’t indeed,
when I showed,
the world where I lived,
it has been down there since,
cornered in the heart,
it refuses to come, even after it’s dark.

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The Blessing

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Blessed are those for whom the sky,
is beautiful as it was,till they die,
the wind remains an echo
of voices familiar,
it’s the dear ones, alas!
of whom they wanted to hear,
friends are the ones who are always around,
no wounds are open,the heart is sound,
lullabies are heard in the beautiful night,
with stars dancing giving invite,
the storms are far, the battles aren’t true,
sun is gleaming over the morning dew,
love is not a distant dream ahead,
head has no control over heart instead,
pain is over,fiesta is true,
I had a similar dream,did you too?

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Ashes of Future

Ashes are that remain,
when you burn everything,
flying away with inadvertent pain,
letting you know the missing,
ashes of future,of unfinished acts,
which were let go,
because of time you never had,
they could have been memories of past,
a delightful one,waiting to last,
if you would have trusted the guts,
and never step backed as such.
if you would have raised the bar,
for the dreams,
if you would have listened to the fire,
deep down,
if you would have believed,
that with every burn,
ashes do rise but never as the phoenix,
of  winsome times.

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Ice and Fire

An unconventional attempt to portray Ice and Fire through words,
Sources of Inspiration remain the orignal poem ” Fire and Ice” By Robert Frost and the writings of George R. R. Martin ” A Song of Ice and Fire”.

Ice and Fire,
with secret desires,
different completely,
and consequences dire,

chosing cunningly the prey,
ice moves without commotion,
and things become irrevocable then,
like dead cold ocean,

the fire but makes noise,
and makes the prey scream,
till it reduces to ashes,
the proof of its once pristine,

what if they are together,
like two inseparable souls,
would there be a chaos or shudder?
a light of fire or dead cold?

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