The moment you sneaked
a glimpse at me from the crowd
with those curious eyes
skirmish smile
and want of love
pouring out.
You had me.
For eternity.
Category Archives: lost
Nights
I see loads of people
crammed in places where one can’t breathe
full of music promised to drive away your demons
just to wash away the dirt of the week that slipped
and they eventually try
to live one night
just to survive the days coming
We are all in this whirlpool
of never ending desire
to lose ourselves
in people we don’t know
things we don’t care of
Ask me, How your nights are?
I would say restless
Why?
busy searching myself inside
and scared , if successful.
Can you Listen?
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?
The End
We all deserve an end
End from Travesty
End from Unknowings
End from unchased dreams
End from failures
End from crowds
End from the false mirrors
And finally end from ourselves
to the bright light
which does not judge
just embraces with open arms.
Rush
A train passes me by like a bullet
People surround me like a swarm of bees
till I become one of them
Instituted and brain washed.
Riding the bullet
To places where my creativity succumbs
and brain acts like a fucker with no love involved
doing monotonic fucking periodic motions.
But Why?
Because we trust our feared heart more than our balls.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Float.
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.
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.
Writings to Heaven 