Yes I am afraid,
to love you,
because this is all,
the heart i have,
battered and bruised,
been through dead
and beyond,
a smile, a play with hair,
a giggle, a playful eye,
all i need to love you,
but why afraid?
because of rejection?
no,not at all,
rejection would pull me out of the black hole,
it’s the acceptance I am afraid of you,
because I cannot get enough of you,
anytime, any point, anywhere.
I have little fire left inside,
left is little love too,
also left is a little hope altogether
seems so little but true.
I have sight getting blurred,
a heart that is slowing down a little,
a spark that is refusing to die
but ready to burn little.
Little things to cherish for,
little things to worry,
little is the time we have,
then why not make merry?
Fear not the cold,
that can send the chill down the spine,
but the warmth that melts heart one day
and disappears for eternity.
I have been a shipwreck
since the time she ravaged me, by the beauty of the eyes as deep as ferocious blue seas.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Learning before success,
trying before failing,
wise smile after defeat,
working before praying,
doing what you love,
listening to your heart,
living simple,
writing,
Reading,
Loving,
A Life Well Lived.
In the sublime ocean of life,
where memories wanders as souls,
some float lifelessly at the brim,
some echo life even in the depths unknown,
In sheer darkness of times to come,
when the storm of time spares none,
obscure depths would remain untouched,
fulfilling the prophecies so blunt,
These are the last free souls,
of time unknown,
forgotten and stolen,
from lives of our own.
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A Man’s Oeuvre
is an image of his
hidden soul
It crawls out
every night
in every work,
where he puts,
all his heart and
might. So never judge
it by your naked eyes.
a naked soul would suffice,
however.
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