Death, fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Smirk

It makes me somewhat afraid,
that we never know
when we will turn from
healthy laughing bodies
to ashes and dust
and hung up in some corner
of a room

but what simply terrifies me,
is what happens of our memories
which are obliterated
into nothing.
No remains of the sunshine,
the snow,
the laughter,
the love,
all obliterated
in a blink

the soul is robbed
and death with a smirk
steals everything
eventually.

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danger, Death, fiction and poetry, Heart, Imagine, Life, lost, Love, Poems, Poetry, Tears

Float.

Some wait for miracles
Some churn them out of sweat
Many watch The Everest in awe,
Only few reach it’s neck.

Many drown in the sea
But a few play in it with boats
Don’t hold your heart somewhere inside
Like time my dear let it float.

Let it be washed out on beaches unknown
Where no life prevails
Then see it beat slowly
Like no one could have ever shown.

© Shashank Bhardwaj.

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