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Longing

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Waves, the grieving mothers:
always keep coming back to the shores.
With a hope of being embraced
and held forever.

Alas!
But all I see is their exodus
beneath the beautiful crimson sky,
with salt in my breath,
and their unseen teary eyes.

They say, the sound of the ocean is lovely.
But what if it is a humongous melody of lament
conjured from the longing for its shores?

A homonym for the humans
wrapped in nature’s plight.

A dream fed to me
by the silence of the night.

A memory so wrong,
it now seems right.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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In Warmth

With your laced clothing,
you resplend an aura
that smells of lust and raging whiskey,

the ice fed hands trace your fragile
and sensitive breasts, as you unhook your bra.
With my warm tongue, I lick the chocolate over your pointed nipples.
You caress your fingers with the water between your legs.

I tear away your black panties,
and I am sure you wished for the sooner of it.
I come inside you, inside us
as we tremble as terrified horses
riding in the storm, embracing and feasting
on one another.

Your hips turn warm,
The legs go tired,
we climax in each other arms
and wait to begin again,
in the sunlight, we escaped from.

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The Language and the tongue

How hard would it be
to be made of flesh and be mortal,
to dream of all the tastes,
and go wet uncontrollably.

To lick your mirror image
in her mouth slowly,
and be satisfied in sometime,
but still, lack a dearth of reason,

to entwine
into a thousand unseen motions,
to caress the nothingness in air
and become understood in front
of all the living.

to be a tongue,
and be a language
and exist
but not noticed
ever.
How hard would it be?

 

© Shashank Bhardwaj

 

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Swim Away – I

I still remember
the way you swam away,
wriggling out of your clothes,
I could see your wet breasts,
with the tips still drowned in drops.
You took my hand between your legs,
and whispered me to begin my art
of dissolving your shyness into thousand
moans of madness.
The tips turned dry, begging me to lick their
shame of existence away.
I worked through them, I worked below you too.
I sculpted a river of ecstacy within you,
and you went through all, by letting our tongues
mute our lives for sometimes.

The silence, we could still hear.
The silence, we can never forget.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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The Shadows of War

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I bait the lights
to recluse into darkness,
as I step again into a past
made of voiceless shadows.

If I look closely,
the shadows conjure images:
of a ruined city and orphaned children.

If I smell closely:
it all smells of gunpowder,
dried blood and unending screams.

and if I move closer:
I am in again in the war itself,
they never really end,
their shadows never disappear.

I have learned to live with them,
and they follow me,
wherever I go.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Measure

a thirst,
is the dryness that floats from the throat
is the snow that burns everything
is the fire without a crackling voice
is the river polluted with a meaningless existence
is the reality drinking bottles of dreams
is the death despised deeply
is the shadow unloved
is a blessing and a curse.
is the human, too much loved.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

 

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