Category Archives: Poems

beauty, creative-writing, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

To melt is to forget.

I wish the glasses
in the broken mirror
to melt and take my face along
with the lonely sharp edges.
Let us turn together
into a faceless silver
that floats and floats,
but never expresses its tides.

How good would it be,
to start all over again
to let others search for you,
for days and nights,
but you are there inside,
you were always there
and no one cared back then
and now when you are melted and pure,
they simply lose their minds.

How good would it be
to again become a newborn child,
with just curiosity in the head
and with no taste of memory.

I could laugh again,
again and again
without knowing the reasons
to stop.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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creative-writing, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Let Us

So it all boils down,
to our bare fleshes.
Wrapped in perfumed laced satin,we are
discovering the ends
of each other
both physically and sensually.

Your kisses on lips
don’t work anymore.
They are now mere consolations,
bad-tempered invitations,
to my tongue, that has a developed a taste
for what lies between your legs.

Don’t push me now, to unhook you,
It’s a Pandora’s box, I tell
that leads us to an untamed copulation,
for your nipples still remember the taste of my flesh feasting on them,
as they poked my skin
without any reverence whatsoever.

Let us be done tonight,
in this uncontrollable darkness,
over this decaying wall
as I push inside you from behind,
and you ask your curves to give in.

It’s a beginning,
of building a moment that lasts an eternity in a few minutes,
yet it survives.
so let me thrust it in, take my hands to your
tamed bosoms, which are dying to be defeated to by touch, forgotten long ago.

We are all slaves tonight
to our desires
refusing to oblige.
Let us keep it that way.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Forget

Don’t be unsettled
by the settling emotions,
Come and trace my lips,
with an atheist’s devotion.

We are nothing but shadows
destroyed by touch and light,
It’s getting darker with this onset of rain,
Let us hide in each other, tonight.

We shall slumber to melt,
for these desires should be dealt,
But not in silence, not in shyness, not in timid love,
but by forgetting ourselves, by forgetting the touch, by forgetting who we really were.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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creative-writing, Death, dream, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

A Henchman’s Dream

black coffee on the table,
clean cold steel-chiselled Glock

loaded and placed in the bed-drawer.
The sharp wire that smells of the skins

and flesh it has strangulated. A black pair
of gumboots, a black overcoat, a black void

of past. A distant daughter who loves strawberries,
cats with abhorrence for your existence.

Cadillac, a pair to tan gloves, a love for silence,
love for the sight of eyes turning red, pleading

A packet of cigarettes, a bottle of Miller’s
An emptiness that spreads, a death that patiently lives.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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The Desert of Dreams

I swirl beneath the red leaves.
The song of my loneliness
Is the song of an earth,
abandoned by the sea.

I dream of a hearing a cacophony
near a dark sea, used to whispers
of silence. Fear is a death wish, disguised;
and not a ominous enemy.

I close my eyes
and the world stands still.
I wait for an another dream of ocean,
while standing in the desert of dreams,
where I killed, a thousand dreams
without shedding a tear.

– Shashank Bhardwaj

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creative-writing, Desire, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, Love, Poems, poetry

Believe

The next time,
I come down on you,
don’t just spread your legs
and caress my hair,
But make me hear your wetness
through the whispering,
make me see the desire through
your eyes,
make me believe,
that the way your nipples go erect,
or your skin burns with desire is not just our love anymore,
It is now an art.

– Shashank Bhardwaj

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