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A shadow that hides.

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I am sloshed,
barely walking,
This warm air makes me dizzy,
“A-12″,”A-12”, I keep repeating
to avoid being the uninvited drunk poet
in the wrong hall.

It is time
I settle down on a chair
four rows are empty in front of me.
I curse the whirlings
and the whooshes
and the random fucking noises
in my head:
The Bubbly(Beer) shall drown all of you tonight.
Just wait.
I am death, I shall show you.

They announce, the best five poems.
I do not remember anything after that.
The Beer certainly helped.

An abnormal life
turned to 5 repeated deaths sentences.
I hold a friendly grin and
leap onto the burning ground.

I lit a cigarette
and think of reading
more of Celine.
My shadow hides a little more today,
I can’t blame him.

That crazy French doctor who wrote sometimes
was right:

“The Beginning of Genius
is being scared shitless”

Is the Bar still open? , I think.

Damn! I again forgot to ask,
When to submit next.

– Shashank Bhardwaj

 

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Half Sleepy Memories

my pillows turns cold
the tongues go dry
an uneasiness dissolves in the air
as it realizes a possibility
where you turn into a shadow
with no face,
your laughter that does not end in
kissing me for no reasons
our cuddling sleeps together do not turn into memories that are so close to edges of realities and so deep in the pools of dream.

the shades of skies melt,
it rains,
and I am standing alone
waiting for it all to be nightmare.
waiting for you to hold me from behind
telling it will be alright soon.
Go to sleep now
and don’t forget my chocolates.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Gods – Paradoxical Poetry

Gods are few,
Some say only two,
Some prefer counting one,
Some abhor openly; claiming none.

Some believe it’s a he.
Some pray to it as she.
Some sacrifice blood in thy name,
Some crucify with immoral pain.

Some live and die, without seeing you.
Some fool the generations; claiming to be you.
Some meditate for years, finding you.
But the wise know, you are just an unheard story.
Neither False nor True.

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Lets Taste the Sunlight – I

The night dissolved with us,
muted to the voiceless moans.
The clothes lay on the floor
as a tribute to the tempting aches,
given in to.
the first ray of dawn traces your neck
untouching your deep slumber.
My lips crave for a taste of flesh caressed with warm light.
the lips surge a tremor within you,
but you are a city used to earthquakes in moonlights.
I trace it from the neck to the breasts
notoriously ; with a hope of a early summer brewing in my heart somewhere.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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The Ruined Cathedrals – Haibun

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Desolation is a pause on a meaningless journey to a possible peace. It snowed all night.The cathedral crumbles slowly; seeking warmth in its inevitable destruction.The Priests and Pagans watch from their windows while sipping fine single-malt whiskey. Gods and Satan have come to a truce of ignorance. The Faith sublimates in the wreckage. Some still wait for the Cross to glow, for the Christ to be Born, for gifts to be distributed.Our foolish hopes spiral down to our convoluted existence. A dog dies in the snow. He didn’t bark much. He made peace with it. Did he believe in Gods? I have some whiskey left. Shall we make some peace before the sky crumbles.

fresh snow, fresh corpses
faith is a drink for the poor
the rich, prefer blood.

© Shashank Bhardwaj


Previous Haibuns –

1) Unnoticed Bridges – Haibun
2) Autumnal Rain – Haibun

 

 

 

 

 

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