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Generosity for Ounces of Madness

The morning lights do not dissolve for me.
I don’t know how you all do it.
It becomes a rain of a million unapologetic needles
ruffling my hair, the scalp and the bored skull.
Damned, be they, Damned be the generosity for its alluring brightness.

Since the time, these eyes have forgotten to shut down early.
The madness has been accumulating
ounce by ounce.
Like a cat ready to pounce with its warm toes
on the dead freezing body
to taste the cold, with its tongue
in successive unforgiving licks.
The madness pounces in the morning.

I have become used to these never-ending work shifts,
by driving a dying car to a dying place,
in a dying body.
I have become used
to the half-baked bacon burgers,
to the caffeinated miseries.
There is no end to it.
There will never be.
Just a beginning exists.
Just a light that wrecks the day.
After every night.
And I got used to it.
Eventually,
I became generous
for the little ounces of madness
to survive.

© Shashank  Bhardwaj

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

A Lattice of Memory

The links are an illusion
the lattice is just
a thread of veins
that hold, a fragile old bottle
of sanity.

Some say, the lattice floats
in blood.
Some feel, it drowns
in dreams.

How do you beset a vision,
that contains everything
and maps nothing.

Its eyes do not work,
like us, it sees what it seeks.
It feels what it needs.
It dreams what it dreams.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

 

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A Henchman’s Dream

black coffee on the table,
clean cold steel-chiselled Glock

loaded and placed in the bed-drawer.
The sharp wire that smells of the skins

and flesh it has strangulated. A black pair
of gumboots, a black overcoat, a black void

of past. A distant daughter who loves strawberries,
cats with abhorrence for your existence.

Cadillac, a pair to tan gloves, a love for silence,
love for the sight of eyes turning red, pleading

A packet of cigarettes, a bottle of Miller’s
An emptiness that spreads, a death that patiently lives.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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The Desert of Dreams

I swirl beneath the red leaves.
The song of my loneliness
Is the song of an earth,
abandoned by the sea.

I dream of a hearing a cacophony
near a dark sea, used to whispers
of silence. Fear is a death wish, disguised;
and not a ominous enemy.

I close my eyes
and the world stands still.
I wait for an another dream of ocean,
while standing in the desert of dreams,
where I killed, a thousand dreams
without shedding a tear.

– Shashank Bhardwaj

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