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Trespassing within myself

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It begins with
a melodious blur
as a taste of forgetfulness slithers
over my humble skin.

A yearning evolves slowly,
to disappear away
from this meaningless pursuit of flesh,
we are trapped by our existence
and nothing else.

I trespass within myself,
in search of a purpose,
in the hidden sanctums of my delusion,
where blues waves greet my feet,
and the sky made of ice
howls with terrible winds, at my timidity.

It never rains,
But I always forget to stride aimlessly,
these hungry eyes are served
with sumptuous visions,
and till my hands bleed
this hallucination copulates
with my reality.
I finally learn to float
within myself.

I pen all of it down,
in the night
and call them as Art
in the morning.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

Art Credits – Delusion by Dorina Costras

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Glass

My words were glass
for 14 days.

they shattered over papers
and metallic typewriters,
even on those,
warm as sun-bathed honey.

I somehow learned to arrange
the broken brights.

Let me know, if you can
see yourself in them.

 

© Shashank Bhardwaj

Back from the first long writer’s break, was totally buried in work. It’s time to be back to writing again. 🙂

 

 

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My Nightmares taste like Dirt.

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Fear flows sometimes
and spurts on some days
out from the warm orifices
in the sleep-deprived sweat glands.

A thirst ridden tongue
has a memory of its own.
It dreams of the dirt
and the sweet hymns of an unending rain.

The flag still hangs on my wall
but they keep washing out blood from it.

My hands are tired of holding the bodies I cannot touch.
Another celestial rotation, a swirl of nothingness :

They have made me a man full of unwritten elegies,
who stares into the abyss rhyming a voiceless song of grief.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Last of Us.

Corroded decisions,
accumulated as a incompetence in disguise.
Cooked over immature fires
of unfortunate desires.

We are a byproduct of this world,
not promised to anyone.
A flower; crushed.
A voice dawned.
Too early.

We are the last of us.
Unheard, unseen,
the perplexities of our nails
are full of dirt, of truth and fire,
they still haunt the afternoons
in vivid brights.

We chose to surrender
in an aftermath, we cannot smell.
forget the visions now.

Welcome to darkness,
take your shoes off, please.

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Should I still float?

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For the past seven days
I have been floating in the carcass of this boat
dancing to the tunes of mediocrity.
My daisies are now dead.
Their aching souls have found solace
in the howlings of the shameless winds.

It’s so easy to disappear once you are out of words.
You become a shadow with a taste for silence.

The lack-lustered azure shows no remorse
for this land without a song.
It cannot weep tonight,
for the madness in its belly
while groping the breasts
of colorless clouds
has been ejaculated long ago.

I conjure the ripples
over a lifeless lake.
This is one of the last daisies, I found.
A few more hours into this rummage,
and I shall decapitate my existence
with a thirst for words
still lingering over my voiceless tongue.
Feed’em to the hungry dogs.
Call it Poetic Justice.


© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Senseless Creations.

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For clicking a perfect picture,
of a perfectly cooked Ramen,
with eggs beautifully boiled to perfection,
your flabbergasted eyes forget to observe
the tasteful symmetries turning cold; the synchronous diffusion
of the flavor and aroma, conjuring a flood of hunger in your mouth,
eventually gulped in an unapologetic haste.
A long awaited warm nirvana, evaporated
for a moment of senseless creation
that can never fill your insides in reality.
How can you be happy now?
Just how?

 

© Shashank Bhardwaj

 

 

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