Some wait for light
Some for the high tide
I wish for the dark
dark lonely lights
When I would smile
and cry at same time
because I wish to be consumed
before end of my time.
Remember my notes
Remember my time
Let me kiss you goodbye
Tonight.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
There are days
when you just don’t want
to get up
embrace the sun
feed the dog
sometimes
you want to watch that
fan on the ceiling
and tell yourself
“whatever it is,
it would end someday”.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Immaculately dressed in black and white,
hair that shone even in tint lights,
he played the piano on lonely nights,
remembering her daughter and the little cute fights,
It’s been 15 years,longing now stole his patience
nerves bled when he was found in basement,
the piano was sold and so was the house too,
Still people hear those symphonies so true.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Shiny and slimy..transparent they seem,
fragile to a breath still they float,
without a care,without a pride,
showing all what is inside,
what if we all were strong bubbles,
all aiming for the sky,
without any darkness inside
till the untimely burst
that would shower droplets of happiness everywhere.
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Mama I see ants,
Over the shore,
all crawling there,
I do not see daddy here,
Why Mommy,
where did daddy go?,
his boots are gone mommy,
even Bujo is scared,
he keeps barking all night,
i saw stars so bright,
I heard thunders and explosions,
I see smoke,
I see flashes on the beach,
i hear people mommy,
i see them lying on beach
and i see blood from my head,
don’t lie down mommy,
Lets go mommy,
before the sun rises.
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A view on present migrant crisis.
Yes it is a blasphemy,
yeah I finally said it all,
I cannot keep it within,
I cannot keep it all,
we never love someone,
whom we have never seen,
no matter how innocent they are
no matter how good they can be,
for just a piece of land,
and a view at stars,
we frown our faces,
we abuse too far,
these imaginary boundaries,
have never made love,
just seen teared departs,
of people untouched.
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flames burning
cities ruined
blood splattered
children wailing
helpless dying
all seen at once
on a canvas
of a painter
who once
survived
rage of nations.
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Writings to Heaven 