Watching the window
she smirked for the life she had
seeing children play
and the birds fly,
she stepped up and spread her arms
jumped without fearing the fall,
crashed in the bed
she layed still
with the brushes and paper flying off
to the ground below,
everyone thought the window was a beautiful painting,
but for her it was an escape
from everything.
In the drops of rain
and the wind that blows
in the bees humming around you
can you listen ?
In the tears of a kid
and a dog that moans
in the pigeons that fly
can you listen?
In the heart that beats
and whispers of the night
in the dreams that were murdered
can you listen?
In the life that goes
and the life that is left
in the time that remains
can you listen?
In the voice unheard
and the voice rejected
in the regrets if not listening
can you listen?
Ravaged Souls
Bitter burned bodies
Broken in every part
whether inside or outside
look for faith
in search for something
that simply consoles
them that it would be all right.
If I tell this by myself to someone
in need
We would be making homes out of
of divine pampered idols
for those who pray for homes every time.
Some wait for miracles
Some churn them out of sweat
Many watch The Everest in awe,
Only few reach it’s neck.
Many drown in the sea
But a few play in it with boats
Don’t hold your heart somewhere inside
Like time my dear let it float.
Let it be washed out on beaches unknown
Where no life prevails
Then see it beat slowly
Like no one could have ever shown.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
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.
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 