Category Archives: Poems
Convalescence
An unsettling deciphers
a state of silence :
When every mirror sells illusion,
How can you trust a pair of dreamy eyes?
A stoic whimper,
A mist that smells like the sun,
A kiss that compels of it’s origin,
Carry all of them till the day of reckoning.
You never know, when you shall be healed,
A rebirth is just a meaningless smile away.
Isn’t it?
– Shashank Bhardwaj
Utopia
when the silence finally descends
at the dead of the night
fill me up to the brim :
with a dream made up of your voice.
I could trace your memory once again, decipher your smile,
in this soft darkness,
you shall be bright
Just softly bring me close
don’t ask why.
let me drown and drown,
till i taste the unforgiving sunlight.
An Ode to Dream
I inch slowly,
into this dark stupor,
my eyelids adjust themselves
to foresee imaginatively,
remembrance is the only curse and boon.
An old mirror robbed of it’s colours
and reflection deciphers my drowsiness.
I collapse into a ocean of sheets, searching
for a wave of untouched comfort
In a place this silent, sleep is a mermaid with brown eyes, singing to me, slowly ,a venomous hymn, drowning me into an oblivion of nothingness till I forget to mumble verses to the lonely sky.
She is busy today.
SB
Dissonance
Revere, this blessed silence,
For I shall slip into your thoughts
once again, but this time
without a face or voice.
Contemplate the cause
For every bone tickles a question
when the sky is this dark,
’A pang of heart’ was a fool’s discovery.
For he ignores every vision that might be real,
For him the water is still full of air,
and the air still full of hope.
Before the drowning begins with his foolish steps
the dissonance muffles down slowly
choking the sweet breath, as promised
– Shashank Bhardwaj
A Tapestry’s Demise
a fragile palm cocoons itself,
this gaze, warm as a mellow summer,
slips over the papyrus:
paint me a rain, I murmur to the sky.
The ocean’s feet answer my toes.
With every dawn, my eyes learn
a resilience for forgetfulness.
With every dusk, my eyes forget
a resilience for memory.
I weave this tapestry, sealing the light.
I paint it with colors dry;
I frame it with a glass of unending silence.
But If a mirror possessed by unrequited love breaks,
Why does it sound like a thousand answers?
Shashank Bhardwaj
A Systematic Severance
With every gaze,
the light swallows us,
your face dissolving as a hymn :
my lips murmuring syllables
to recollect what’s left of you,
this defiant dying night.
How easily can every sound
turn into an ache,
how slowly every whisper
can bring you this close.
the speed of separation
ceases but never stops.
I wait for the autumn,
For every closure needs
a drop of color.
Paint me if you can.
with this very gaze,
for every ray of light.
Writings to Heaven 