Two deck of cards
She mixed them
Playing with her hair
she asked me to pick one
and if it is the lucky one
I would get a kiss
I took the decks
and held every card
I possibly can with my hands
and said I cannot let my luck stop you from kissing me.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
We are all meant for the untimely end,
an end to the chaos within us,
the light within us will shed,
and the love inside for others will burst unseen,
the rest is stillness.
stillness of heart ushering love.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
I have been a shipwreck
since the time she ravaged me, by the beauty of the eyes as deep as ferocious blue seas.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Glass panes,
view of skyline,
sun sinking in an aura of red,
jacket hanging on the chair,
feeling on top of the world,
but still trapped at the end of the day,
in the concrete jungle,
when one looks the street guitarist,
performing and smiling.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Unjust is in the air,
I can smell it somewhere,
sky is full of lightning’s
I now feel a storm arising,
within me and the sky,
but the sky would clear,
one day or the other,
but my storm would,
consume me forever.
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A view on present migrant crisis.
Yes it is a blasphemy,
yeah I finally said it all,
I cannot keep it within,
I cannot keep it all,
we never love someone,
whom we have never seen,
no matter how innocent they are
no matter how good they can be,
for just a piece of land,
and a view at stars,
we frown our faces,
we abuse too far,
these imaginary boundaries,
have never made love,
just seen teared departs,
of people untouched.
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Let the heart,
beat a little more,
Let the smile,
glow a little more,
Let the laugh,
burst a little more,
Let the eyes,
see a little more,
Let the love,
kill a little more,
Let the time,
stay a little more,
Let the death,
wait a little more,
Let the inside,
live a little more.
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Writings to Heaven 