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Layers of Dissent

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The reprisal of birth of light
weakens the cohesion
of condescending layers of dissent
in humanity.

deciphering a silence is an art.

Come morning
you look forward to a meaningless hymn,
cheap liquor and loud chaos :
retribution for your forsaken originality,
last seen in mirrors made of darkness.

isolation is a gift for few.

Come night
you expect tidiness in palaces made of dust,
gods weeping in your arms and a silence
that walks itself out :
a new layer forged in the absence of light;
no exit music for waiting dreams.

 

© 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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Duality

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Of wanting
and the reactions.

Of the tease
and the injunctions.

Of the touch
and the revulsions.

Of the kiss
and the deductions.

Of the stripping
and the seductions.

Of melting of naked bodies
and the inductions.

Of the aches and sweat
and the conclusions.

Of the slithering memories
and the destructions.

Of the possible repetition
and the needed constructions.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Unapologetic Love

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Beneath the trees
that once nurtured me,
I oversee the valleys.
The Fog descends slowly
like a veil to guard
the modesty of untouched lands

Come morning,
the shimmering sunlight
shall remove the veil
with yellow bright
kisses; lakes and seas
shall mirror the coquettishness
in the blues.

Nature’s unapologetic love
brews in the unseen seasons,
un-noticed somehow.

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The Poetry Reading – Bukowski

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at high noon
at a small college near the beach
sober
the sweat running down my arms
a spot of sweat on the table
I flatten it with my finger
blood money blood money
my god, they must think I love this like the others
but it’s for bread and beer and rent
blood money
I’m tense lousy feel bad
poor people, I’m failing I’m failing
a woman gets up
walks out
slams the door
a dirty poem
somebody told me not to read dirty poems
here
it’s too late.
my eyes can’t see some lines
I read it
out-
desperate trembling
lousy
they can’t hear my voice
and I say,
I quit, that’s it, I’m
finished.
and later in my room
there is scotch and beer:
the blood of a coward.
this then
will be my destiny:
scrabbling for pennies in tiny dark halls
reading poems I have long since become tired
of.
and I used to think
that men who drove buses
or cleaned out latrines
or murdered men in alleys were
fools.

 

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