She once asked,
for the morning tea
with those sparkling eyes
full of thirst.
I paid no heed knowingly
to let her suffer sweetly from within.
I didn’t expect though:
In the warm drowsiness
she would prepare it with her soft hands
after removing my shorts
and gulp it all in,
slowly and steadily
keeping my eyes closed.
The Night’s palanquin sways
encumbered by the stars bathed
in jasmine water and moonlight
A breeze blows through the pond,
the ripples slowly undulate my thoughts,
A shadow of time keeps disappearing
into my garden of memories tonight.
Who are you?
Whom I do not recall,
Even with these eyes drowned in wine.
Even with a thousand dreams, every night.
Are you a sorrow, longed and forgotten?
When happiness rained all over my city
and I became an ocean that night.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Music has been a source of inspiration for my writing, always. The below song tempted me to write this. Listen when free.
I come back home,
to find a trail
of your clothes
and your inner-wear
leading me to the
swimming pool,
where you lay
with your legs spread,
nipples erect and
hands wet from
touching the
necessary places.
No wonder I forgot to ask,
‘What is for Dinner Tonight?’.
The Feast was ready.
Your fingers map my body,
The neck turns into a calloused valley.
The breasts are the warm deserts now.
This waist is a barren wasteland, dying of thirst.
Between my legs
flows a river unseen,
a forest untouched, by fingers.
A paradise lost in time.
Transverse this map tonight,
make it rain, just conjure a flood
all over my body.
the flavours of the paradise await you, come, seek a taste of forgotten heavens.
I don’t care now,
I can’t wait now,
Teach me this cartography, Just don’t ask why.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
We were the lost mermaids that drowned in each other to find ounces of unforgettable love.
I kissed your neck while you nailed my back crafting a map of your moans.
Tracing your breasts to the tips that had waited for me as an impatient wave wanting to touch the shore.
The nipples tasted like sweet honey dripped in cream for you made a connoisseur of desire.
Our muscles melted in yellow shimmering.
We saw the sun tracing our nakedness slowly.
Let us wake up someday
in the shadow of the dreams
where your lips are the only light
and I am inured to blindness.
Guide me to them
but not by touch
for this heart
shall memorize the curves
and you will be lost forever.
A smell shall suffice,
transverse me through your body slowly.
Till it is the light only that I can smell.
The light only, I can feel.
Let me be the mirage
in the deserts of your loneliness.
You will be the river that flows within me.
We will forget the thirst at least.
Till these dreams are sublimated
and the shadows vanish,
Come, walk on the dark side
of these fragile dreams
where the music fades
as the dark green leaves
welcome our toes.
I shall teach you someday
to seek darkness in the fire
and we shall make a home out of it.
I promise.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Writings to Heaven 