A train passes me by like a bullet
People surround me like a swarm of bees
till I become one of them
Instituted and brain washed.
Riding the bullet
To places where my creativity succumbs
and brain acts like a fucker with no love involved
doing monotonic fucking periodic motions.
But Why?
Because we trust our feared heart more than our balls.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
If we lived in the sea
and not on the land
I would go the deepest ends
and prefer lying dead there
rather than live in light
and see embracing someone else.
In voids inside me,
echoes a kid’s cry
who got lost somewhere
In the midst of life
I still search him
in subways and park
but fail to hear him laughing
although trapped in my heart.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Until she drives you to madness,
makes you cry,
Until you make sure that you haunt her in dreams,
Until you both act like two hungry wolves waiting for each other
and until everything about her
intoxicates you in midst of day
Then it’s Love
else it’s just Bullshit.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Sometimes it is okie to fail
it’s okie to float alone dead in the sea
to witness heart sinking
breath with sighs in the night
to look in the mirror
and feel disgusted
because in the end you would learn something
there would be rain for some days
but in the end you would be struck with lightning
till you rise and wait to fall again.
rather than be a mediocre
I want to be a failure
Don’t Fear Failure
Fear Mediocrity.
Sometimes I scribble,
in the midst of the drizzle,
sitting by the window wondering,
why words are so stubborn? so plundering?
can’t they just dance and make merry
and have some cake with lot of cherries
and settle in my paper somehow,
make me happy, a little endowed,
Alas ! I would wait anyhow,
Let me enjoy the drizzle.
Till allowed.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
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.
Writings to Heaven 