Black suits immaculately dressed
But with roses and clouds full of tears.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Category Archives: fiction and poetry
Coffee
Sometimes you smell of coffee
and effect way more than a single dark cup
when you serve me that smile
in the morning.
Sea
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.
Voids
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.
Again
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.
Snow Man
I have tried to find myself
sometimes in the mirror
or the lake
but failed every time
I met a stranger whenever
I tried.
One who is weak
Lost and Misled
but then came the winter
and thus snow
I came out and saw the heavenly whiteness
all around
I took a handful of it
formed balls and tread marks
and finally a snowman
staring at him for long
I felt like crying
I destroyed him and so did myself.
now there is no snowman outside
or inside
just remains the thin ice on the lake
which is going to make the world drown
if give a fucking chance.
Writings to Heaven 