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Rage

Every drag,
murders the symphony of silence.
I whiff off its ashes and turn this water
in the glass into a fluid cemetery.
The river of disgust now drowns my rage.
I throw it off in the sink and then whisk down the warm beer.

Turning off the lights, I wondered
how many more cigarettes do I need today
to burn this fucking world down.

© SB.

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Faith

They say faith lies

in church, mosques, 

gurudwaras and other places

but I have seen faith in eyes

of a little girl kissing his brother goodbye

at airport, a mother hoping for his son’s 

overseas call and guy who believes his 

dog will recognize him after years. 

Faith is a gift some are yet to recieve 

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Quote Challenge – Day 1

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.

  • 3 quotes each day
  • 3 nominees to be nominated (no repetition!)
  • Thank the person who nominated you
  • Inform the nominees

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/

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Drowned

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.

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Scribble

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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