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Oblivion

The sleep drowns us,
but not our desires.
In a gist of cold air,
we hide our warmth teasing each other.
My hands trace your bare back,
I hear your subtle moans, that
travel from the waist and chin
kissing your warm breath.
I trace every curve, every tip,
every flesh warm enough for my hands.

I cup your breasts, caress them, lick their desires stirring them to a brewed memory,
The clothes slowly shed themselves to the floor.
I feel my hands tracing my chest,
My nails piercing your navel and going way below between your legs,
We won’t stop for we are unaware,
of where would we stop,
or how to,
or simply why.

You drag me into an oblivion
of warm madness.

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The Exalted Pursuits

To define an exit,
is to summon a purpose,
I defined snow, without touching it.
It has never left me since.

In the dreams,
under the sky robbed of stars,
in this utter disturbance of existence.
I wished you never painted me as a mosaic,
as well as I do.

My hands coloring with hues of autumn, winter
and unkissed summer,
because to fail you shall be the end of my potrait.
the symmetry in love is astounding.

Thousand touches on those brown eyes still unfelt
shall yield their numbness:
an art before departure,
a history before invasion.
a cause without a purpose.

This winter ends today
the glass panes conjure a colorful silence :
yellow, a touch of comfort,
when it travels back,
this premonition of forgetfulness
shall shine on you.

Lay these eyelids on purpose, today, at least
What is to be lost? Than a fickle dream
and city made of failed purposes
with us as the lone survivors,
building cities as we forget,
what is like to be loved,
without words.

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Utopia

when the silence finally descends
at the dead of the night
fill me up to the brim :
with a dream made up of your voice.

I could trace your memory once again, decipher your smile,
in this soft darkness,
you shall be bright

Just softly bring me close
don’t ask why.

let me drown and drown,
till i taste the unforgiving sunlight.

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A Tapestry’s Demise

a fragile palm cocoons itself,
this gaze, warm as a mellow summer,
slips over the papyrus:
paint me a rain, I murmur to the sky.
The ocean’s feet answer my toes.

With every dawn, my eyes learn
a resilience for forgetfulness.
With every dusk, my eyes forget
a resilience for memory.

I weave this tapestry, sealing the light.
I paint it with colors dry;
I frame it with a glass of unending silence.

But If a mirror possessed by unrequited love breaks,
Why does it sound like a thousand answers?

Shashank Bhardwaj

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Think

As the day passes by,
I think about you less and less.

But your thought stays lingering
in my mind,
There is something about you
like the air just before the rain.

Somewhere in the back of my head,
your playful chuckle escapes to my heart.
A lightning brews in my eyes instantly.

that lets everyone around me know,
I finally thought of you again.

– SB

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Move on

Its the dead of the night,
3AM,6AM, it does not matter
I trace the cold drops of water
on your bare back, your subtle moans
subdue within, you turn and kiss me back,
My hands provide warmth to your cold breasts,
Cupping them till you break away
I continue on the neck, while you make the sound of rain go away,
I feel your hands caressing mine,
Taking it slowly between your legs.
We forget the thunders and lightning
and the dying earth.
We just move on.

SB

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