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Blank
What scares a writer?
I have always wondered
some say it’s the rejection,
some say it’s the creative exhaustiveness,
and some blame the isolation
but for me it is the blank screen
that mocks me for emptiness,
laughs on my in competencies,
In it I see my rejections,
my creative exhaustiveness
and the isolation.
for it contains nothing
and holds everything.
Write
You can easily write
about the love you feel,
the pain you endure,
of fantasies that immerses you
for hour and hours
about the beasts that scare you,
or a war you never took part in
or the plague that took over the world
and the the aftermath
but even after writing all this,
if while trying to write
about yourself and your life
mirroring your own thoughts,
if words fail to come out,
then you have a long way to go,
a lot to write,
and think about.
Jump
Watching the window
she smirked for the life she had
seeing children play
and the birds fly,
she stepped up and spread her arms
jumped without fearing the fall,
crashed in the bed
she layed still
with the brushes and paper flying off
to the ground below,
everyone thought the window was a beautiful painting,
but for her it was an escape
from everything.
Scribble
Sometimes I scribble,
in the midst of the drizzle,
sitting by the window wondering,
why words are so stubborn? so plundering?
can’t they just dance and make merry
and have some cake with lot of cherries
and settle in my paper somehow,
make me happy, a little endowed,
Alas ! I would wait anyhow,
Let me enjoy the drizzle.
Till allowed.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Bath
Enough of the kisses
Enough of the cuddles
Enough of ordinary love making
Lets us have a bare bloodbath together
so that the devil might even fear
the love making massacre ahead.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
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