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Famine

my existence floats
in a boat made up of dreams
over the turbulent seas of death.

the illusion of a charade.

the night’s scythe
cleaves my head:
blood with a famine of words
splatter all over the dusty bed-sheets.

The crucifixion of lies.

the boat trembles, seas rage.
With bleeding toes, my existence
inches towards the edges of insanity
laughing like a suicidal dog with
a growing distaste for chewed bones.

The Paradox of suffering.

I wait for an unheard laughter,
for the air to caress the wind chimes again.
It will all be over soon.
More the blood loss,  deeper the ink to write with.

Don’t you think?

 

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Gates

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Days worsen
as men leap onto me
in bodies riddled
with bullets
smelling of blood
shrieking mutely
eyes white
with a fear unfelt
the whole life
tongues desperate
for comforting lies
pleads for redemption
never comes out
of their silenced mouths
I silently pass on prayers
closing their eyes
to avoid seeing
the holy/unholy
gates they will
end up in their
afterlives.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Taste

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The storm and its climatic gore
shatters the neatly arranged
chateau glasses and spills
the well-loved Bordeaux’61
all over the floor.

That night, I sipped the lightning
and smelled the wine for the first time.
A sweet and pungent memory
with a taste too bright for a 7-yr old.

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Swim – (Tanka)

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like venomous snakes
let us shed our afterlives
on the floors of past
to swim in the dark futures
unseen,untouched,unashamed.

A Tanka is a Japanese form of poetry that has a Syllable structure of 5/7/5/7/7 over the course of a single line with breaks.

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Wish – Villanelle Poetry

Our goodbyes deserve an absence of light
as the eyes never learn to forget,
leave me slowly if you wish tonight

as the quietest tide consumed by night
we shall meet again in the warms rains of regret.
Our goodbyes deserve an absence of light.

This sleep shall disappear in this Stardust, pure white.
as memories burn in broken mirrors with cigarettes.
Leave me slowly, if you wish tonight

as the colors do, in the hues of black and white.
We shall meet again in the rainbows and colorful silhouettes.
Our goodbyes deserve an absence of light.

The warmth shall dissolve in the impending frostbite
as we dream of beautiful icicles in cold sweat.
Leave me slowly, if you wish tonight

but as an image disappearing into the night
we shall meet again in the destined afterlives.
Our goodbyes tonight deserve an absence of light.
Leave me slowly, if you wish tonight

 

© Shashank Bhardwaj

 

 

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Alliteration- III

Quantum of quivers queue quintessentially,
the rancor from the relishes reverberates with rage.
serenity seeps slowly into the sleep of sensuality:
as I tickle the tenacious thighs and think of tricks.

the universality of the urges shall not be undone.
the vagrancy within myself will end vividly.
our acts are now xeroxed, the near x-mas forgotten
the youthful yumminess of the yesteryear revisited.

 

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Another Alliteration Attempt.

Insanity is an ignifying Ice for us,
as jaws jabble juices of just japes.
kings born with a knack for kingdoms:
with knights kneeling in front of Kahlua and coke.

Love is lust covered in luscious clothes,
mannerisms minimizes into meticulous miseries
as the necessity to kiss numbs numerous women.

Obscenity today tastes like oozes of opium.
my profane heart loves to preach prosperity:
after the plunders of promiscuous nights.

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