Some wait for miracles
Some churn them out of sweat
Many watch The Everest in awe,
Only few reach it’s neck.
Many drown in the sea
But a few play in it with boats
Don’t hold your heart somewhere inside
Like time my dear let it float.
Let it be washed out on beaches unknown
Where no life prevails
Then see it beat slowly
Like no one could have ever shown.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Sometimes you smell of coffee
and effect way more than a single dark cup
when you serve me that smile
in the morning.
If we lived in the sea
and not on the land
I would go the deepest ends
and prefer lying dead there
rather than live in light
and see embracing someone else.
In voids inside me,
echoes a kid’s cry
who got lost somewhere
In the midst of life
I still search him
in subways and park
but fail to hear him laughing
although trapped in my heart.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Until she drives you to madness,
makes you cry,
Until you make sure that you haunt her in dreams,
Until you both act like two hungry wolves waiting for each other
and until everything about her
intoxicates you in midst of day
Then it’s Love
else it’s just Bullshit.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Writings to Heaven 