Glass panes,
view of skyline,
sun sinking in an aura of red,
jacket hanging on the chair,
feeling on top of the world,
but still trapped at the end of the day,
in the concrete jungle,
when one looks the street guitarist,
performing and smiling.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Don’t scribble your heartbreaks to me,
don’t show me your scars,
don’t cry over your failures to me
or to anyone around,
they would rob you of your emotions,
they would make fun,
the world looks more for misery than happiness in others
instead make friends with your demons,
build a rage that drives your life,
remember all the defeats every night
till your nightmares spark a never ending fire inside,
Burn bright
because there is too much darkness outside in this world
to bear.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Every time I saw your eyes,
Every time I smelled your perfume,
Every time I saw your photo,
I felt magic around,
I felt travelling through time,
I felt lost in a galaxy
where my precious star vanished.
Every time.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Immaculately dressed in black and white,
hair that shone even in tint lights,
he played the piano on lonely nights,
remembering her daughter and the little cute fights,
It’s been 15 years,longing now stole his patience
nerves bled when he was found in basement,
the piano was sold and so was the house too,
Still people hear those symphonies so true.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
I have a hidden vendetta,
against all the memories you gave,
all the love we shared,
the kisses you stole,
the walks we had,
hand in hand,
now it is all brewing inside,
with rage and nothing else,
I have a hidden Vendetta,
for all beautiful things I had.
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Sometimes I don’t feel like writing,
I am not able to fathom a title,
inside me words fumble,
they slip out my fingers,
coffee spills on my diary,
the stars don’t seem to align,
I fell on the bed frustrated,
cursing those lucky angels,
who used to sit on my shoulders
and watch me write,
I know the mornings won’t be same,
my toes won’t laugh,
heart won’t sing,
Some Other Day, I tell myself,
If i survive such grief
Tonight.
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Shiny and slimy..transparent they seem,
fragile to a breath still they float,
without a care,without a pride,
showing all what is inside,
what if we all were strong bubbles,
all aiming for the sky,
without any darkness inside
till the untimely burst
that would shower droplets of happiness everywhere.
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Writings to Heaven 