Tiny drops
a little walk
cold weather
some coffee
a hot bed waiting inside
a dog moaning
a chapter unfinished
drinks and leftovers
I wish weekends were like this.
Category Archives: Poetry
Cloud
White patches on the sky blue
how you float I never knew
chased you as a kid long back ago
thinking how it feels to be like you
to simply float and drizzle away
to look beautiful all the day
I wish I was a cloud beautiful and new
would travel the world seeing every view
but then one day I saw you dark and full of thunders
it frightened me beyond all wonders
to see thunders pierce your heart apart
I vowed that day to never start.
Now I feel we all are clouds
drifting away from the life blue
all wanting to drizzle around somehow
well me.. just want to enjoy the view
Solitude
Most of the times
having a view outside the window
of my Flight/Train gives me more insights and flashbacks of my life
than
all the self help books combined ever did
Faith
Ravaged Souls
Bitter burned bodies
Broken in every part
whether inside or outside
look for faith
in search for something
that simply consoles
them that it would be all right.
If I tell this by myself to someone
in need
We would be making homes out of
of divine pampered idols
for those who pray for homes every time.
Mystery
Her Body is a shrouded mystery
and me the hungry traveller
won’t stop kissing and dissolving
in her.
Till such mysteries unravel
from lips to neck
navel to hips
and tits to lips again
I see myself getting lost
this isn’t a travel now
Its a trippy journey
tripping me with love and still mysteries float.
Why wonder?
Lets Unravel.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Rush
A train passes me by like a bullet
People surround me like a swarm of bees
till I become one of them
Instituted and brain washed.
Riding the bullet
To places where my creativity succumbs
and brain acts like a fucker with no love involved
doing monotonic fucking periodic motions.
But Why?
Because we trust our feared heart more than our balls.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Writings to Heaven 