Soliloquy’s Demise
My toes are always burdened,
the mirage of my own existence
hides with way I walk.
No, bright sun or cool breezes,
warm flames or chilling silences
can refill my chalice of purpose.
I have to keep drinking myself
till I am empty enough to flow,
There is no taste for longing,
Its just a weather my tongue never forgets.
We are all pieces of unfinished monologues,
laughing miserably with a blindfold,
remembering a perfect sleep.
– Shashank Bhardwaj
Dissonance
Revere, this blessed silence,
For I shall slip into your thoughts
once again, but this time,
without a face or voice.
Contemplate the cause,
For every bone
tickles a question
when the sky is this dark,
‘A pang of heart’ was a fool’s discovery,
For he ignores every vision that might be real,
For him the water is still full of air,
and the air still full of hope.
Before the drowning begins with his foolish steps, the dissonance muffles down slowly, choking the sweet breath, as promised
Convalescence
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?
SB
Sleep
To wait for a sleep,
As your heart blooms since midnight,
Whom would you listen to now?
The weather or the restless mind
She left me no option,
But just a trace of her voice,
I can travel on the course of it,
to discover how nights are disturbed
SB
Heartless
The tongue is heartless servant, it slithers on your neck and lips, like a snake devoid of warm flesh, I feel the warmth and the tremble in cleavage, but I am cursed as in Eden.
It smothers the bra slowly, peeking within with satanic eyes, the warmth is a thirst for a thing made of out flesh, it multiples while inside, caressing, pressing, Disappearing with eyes,
Your breath is a kiss of blaze burning and I was a winter worth nurturing with hands choking my existence
The breasts caressed slowly, into a tumultuous moment of touch, I trace the tips to its origin, feeling them erect and ready for to pleased, unhook now and lie down, let me taste the eden before being banished forever.
Writings to Heaven 