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
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.
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
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
The answer to silence :
Is a breath of someone you remember
It seeps into yours lips,
It blossoms up your neck
Turns it into a tendril drowsed in rain.
It caresses the lungs, painting them
In hues or orange, red and shallow yellow.
Your toes move when you hear me.
Have you ever noticed?
A freckle gleams and shapes the arc of cheeks.
Its like the summer where you met me.
Its the summer , you shall never have again.
I became the monsoon, after that,
Turned you into a rainforest
Drop by drop.
Like it should always have been.
Always.
SB
The hair is veiled
With an abysmal darkness in your eyes,
But your smile is the light of those pink lips,
You spell an aura of resplendence,
Of silence breathing in chaos.
From the fair collarbone and sculpted neck,
The curves below rests and tempt every living soul with some youthfulness left in their hearts with customary pair of functioning eyes.
The bosoms shaped tempting, while the
picture of loneliness burns in brightsm
Do not move when I observe you
and consume some chaos.
I need to observe more
Till my eyes rust
in this rain of calmness.
SB
Its dark and damp,
The voices disappear in this hall,
The sound of us will never echo,
so we take advantage of this loneliness,
as the way it should be taken,
My hands slowly start touching your lips
in the darkness as you close your eyes,
The trace the neck, the firm cleavage in the tank top going all the way below to your short skirt,
I am just brewing your thighs slowly,
Till you shed the shyness
Kiss my lips
And spread your legs, as I wanted.
SB
Writings to Heaven 