creative-writing, Desire, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

A Session of Smoke and Ale.

The fire burns
the ashes burns
the head goes in for a spin
to a vortex which sheds reality.

I seek a cold ale
to subvert the dimensions
to escape from its wretched walls
of nothingness.

In a land of smoke,
I seek feathers,
rather than satiable grounds
cause I have been there,
my history in way of your memory.

A rain of ale
A rain of memories
A rain of wishes undone
A rain of regrets regretted.

Help me, with everything you can.
If you can,
If you all can,

Our dominion is doomed,
but the night is ours,
the shadows are ours.
We were ours
once.

Now we are for them,
we were,
Why didn’t we realize?

© Shashank Bhardwaj

 

 

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Believe

The next time,
I come down on you,
don’t just spread your legs
and caress my hair,
But make me hear your wetness
through the whispering,
make me see the desire through
your eyes,
make me believe,
that the way your nipples go erect,
or your skin burns with desire is not just our love anymore,
It is now an art.

– Shashank Bhardwaj

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Untitled Dreams

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It is like soaking your feet
in an ocean’s wave
embracing the temporary belonging
of the cold water, tingling your toes.

You wish today, it rains now,
so you can forget about the waves and lie down
to dissolve in the sand grain by grain.

It should end the voices for some time.
Just a few raindrops now, A sound of a stream
slithering your skin , turning into a mute spectator of touch.

There is no need for caskets or pyres.
You are now in the womb of earth,
It’s the beginning of an end,
an end to all the beginnings.

You shall be everywhere:
in the crashes of waves,
in the sound of the rain,
in the howling of the winds,
and in the stars
that went astray while you were searching for me.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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