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© Shashank Bhardwaj
Tag Archives: Dreams
Memory
The Night’s palanquin sways
encumbered by the stars bathed
in jasmine water and moonlight
A breeze blows through the pond,
the ripples slowly undulate my thoughts,
A shadow of time keeps disappearing
into my garden of memories tonight.
Who are you?
Whom I do not recall,
Even with these eyes drowned in wine.
Even with a thousand dreams, every night.
Are you a sorrow, longed and forgotten?
When happiness rained all over my city
and I became an ocean that night.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Music has been a source of inspiration for my writing, always. The below song tempted me to write this. Listen when free.
Hues of Horror.
The tepid air slowly sheds
its orange hue; collected throughout
the year while caressing the lips of the sunlight.
Half past dawn, it refurbishes its desire from
the warm currents of a sea, I never loved.
It haunts me still, the taste of salt,
that lingers over my coward tongue.
That is how I have learned,
to be a man of few words.
winds, salted and warmed
still, lick my neck as a mistress without eyes
as I sleep naked; sweating profusely, dream after dream.
This taste of darkness, I do not recognize anymore.
It is my shadow perhaps, clasping his
hands over my eyes, drying my throat.
A whirlwind has drowned my words
into an abyss of untasteful rust.
My shadow laughs voicelessly
in a room full of mirrors
as I seek him with my eyes closed.
It is just the beginning,
red hues of light disappear
The waves now are not beautiful.
They never were.
Do not bury me in the ocean.
Please.
I will never make it to the shore.
I somehow know.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Someday
Let us wake up someday
in the shadow of the dreams
where your lips are the only light
and I am inured to blindness.
Guide me to them
but not by touch
for this heart
shall memorize the curves
and you will be lost forever.
A smell shall suffice,
transverse me through your body slowly.
Till it is the light only that I can smell.
The light only, I can feel.
Let me be the mirage
in the deserts of your loneliness.
You will be the river that flows within me.
We will forget the thirst at least.
Till these dreams are sublimated
and the shadows vanish,
Come, walk on the dark side
of these fragile dreams
where the music fades
as the dark green leaves
welcome our toes.
I shall teach you someday
to seek darkness in the fire
and we shall make a home out of it.
I promise.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Split
Hymn those verses
as eyes dive into this
seminal darkness.
the very ones I always hear
and forget
at the end of the dreams.
Build a crown of wood,
and lit it up for those
eager to taste it.
Split the fire
into two parallel mirrors:
power and desire.
let me see the anatomy
and the invisible bones.
They shall keep burning each other
till they forget their purpose,
as the mind and the soul forget
when awaken by the rain of blood.
Dissolve
the stars dissolve in the black sea
while we slowly float in it,
to dream till we finally drown
and pursue the possible realities.
3:01 am
At 3:01 AM
I always get washed up
by the tides of dreams
to the shores of reality
where sands of my existence
stick as a scar on my face
and now the oceans of dream
can’t wash it off.
It just burns when I try
scars turn to identity
stupor becomes vigor.
Aligned and disoriented stars
burn with renewed malignancy
for the dreams I had.
It must be lonely up there,
I wonder if they ever dream,
I wonder if they ever love.
With nothingness paralyzing my head
and spreading like fire
I give in to this void
from where I was born,
where I would die
where I would now exist
for this rest of the night.
Writings to Heaven 