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Fiction & Poetry, Life, Poems, poetry

One Love Poem

I feel, I am out of love poems,
they have trespassed my diary as if,
someone blamed the toes of humanity
for it’s biased existence.

This earth, when it traces my toes.
finds a flood of remembrance.
the souls it walked with,
still brewing and adamant.
the nectar : my heart is now a mirror
the statis shall last it’s demise.
We are the last two birds,

Tell me, how to forgive a feather
for betrayal of flight.

To extinguish a love: A Manual.
Many people tried to write it,
in the rains of acceptance.
Ruins from Nostalgia to Acceptance,
Still hear the echoes,
of failure and despair.

There was no love poem
There was us.
It was just words.
The light was still as black,
as the day we slept together,
hoping for a dawn.
despite all the odds.
never knowing why.

  • Shashank Bhardwaj
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Fiction & Poetry, Heart, Life, Poems, poetry

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

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

Touch

you are most beautiful
when you sleep–
when the coffee-toned notes of your skin
brew, a silent language

while your perfect lips are too tired to doubt my eyes
now, the dark mist of your breath
trickles down my neck
I wait,
I stare at you
unwaveringly.

outside there is a trail of rain,
and the wind
in the willow cage
whispers

as if it dares to tell
the moon and
all the listening night
that this silverlight should not
touch you, in front of me.

SB

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Think

As the day passes by,
I think about you less and less.

But your thought stays lingering
in my mind,
There is something about you
like the air just before the rain.

Somewhere in the back of my head,
your playful chuckle escapes to my heart.
A lightning brews in my eyes instantly.

that lets everyone around me know,
I finally thought of you again.

– SB

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Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Poems, poetry

Move on

Its the dead of the night,
3AM,6AM, it does not matter
I trace the cold drops of water
on your bare back, your subtle moans
subdue within, you turn and kiss me back,
My hands provide warmth to your cold breasts,
Cupping them till you break away
I continue on the neck, while you make the sound of rain go away,
I feel your hands caressing mine,
Taking it slowly between your legs.
We forget the thunders and lightning
and the dying earth.
We just move on.

SB

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fiction and poetry, Life, Poems, poetry

Iceberg

I slip in my dreams,
And the cold water resurfaces,
I was near,
You : an oasis in a sky full of snow :
Teach me now,
make me untouchable.

When the heart is just,
an untouched dreamy almond,
Do you dream of a bloom?
Or you crush it?
Just to taste the ordeal.

To remember a voice
Is to douse self in fire,
It shall tone down with words
and voices and sadly dreams.

No wonder they once told me to use
the cooking oil pleasantly.

Fire has every answer,
Remember your rotations, if ever
Were blasphemous , No wonder.
I still remember the eyes, the untouched orange sky.
Give me an address

Make me a Phoenix.

SB

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