The Evening Coffee,
Led Zeppelin for some time,
a day that went wasted again
a night that would devour
bits of me happily ,
till I feel nothing in the
sunny morning , still
be ready for a new day ahead.
But before all this
devour and massacre,
let me scribble a page
or few
as a memoir of the damned nights
I am seeking stars tonight
nor are they looking for me.
No wonder the nights don’t excite me
I wonder are the stars excited?
Every time.
Thanks BookGirl – https://literatureandstuff.wordpress.com/, for nominating me for the Quote Challenge, Do Visit her blog. I would be posting quotes and nominating people.
My Quotes for the Day are –
Life Breaks Everyone, Some are strong at broken places
– Ernest Hemingway
In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer
. – Albert Camus
Life is filigree work. What is written clearly is not worth much, it’s the transparency that counts.
– Celine
My Nominations for Today are – .
1. Louise – https://fantasyraconteur.wordpress.com/
2. Ragha – https://raghaashblog.wordpress.com/
3. Zach – https://zachsmith98.wordpress.com/
Today, I was at a Restaurant enjoying my meal. A Colleague of mine happened to be there too and she came to me. We exchange greetings and to her shock, she asked me why was I all alone there? Where were my friends?
I told her I came alone. She felt sorry for me, anyways we talked a bit and went to her Table. After some time when I was leaving , I saw her sitting having meal while her friends were busy with Selfies, Check-in and probably Zomato. I wanted to ask her the same question but I too felt sorry. It seemed she was drowning when she asked me to be save from same.
She didn’t realized it until water reached her neck.Our Eyes Met and just smiled. I wish this might save the night of hers.
Loneliness is a Myth. Embrace your inner self and you will never be alone.
Sometimes you smell of coffee
and effect way more than a single dark cup
when you serve me that smile
in the morning.
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.
Sometimes it is okie to fail
it’s okie to float alone dead in the sea
to witness heart sinking
breath with sighs in the night
to look in the mirror
and feel disgusted
because in the end you would learn something
there would be rain for some days
but in the end you would be struck with lightning
till you rise and wait to fall again.
rather than be a mediocre
I want to be a failure
Don’t Fear Failure
Fear Mediocrity.
Sometimes I scribble,
in the midst of the drizzle,
sitting by the window wondering,
why words are so stubborn? so plundering?
can’t they just dance and make merry
and have some cake with lot of cherries
and settle in my paper somehow,
make me happy, a little endowed,
Alas ! I would wait anyhow,
Let me enjoy the drizzle.
Till allowed.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
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