Three tiny tots
and a fluffy dog,
laying on the grass
looked at the clouds.
the first one said,
look an elephant,
the second one said,
look a rabbit,
the third one said
look a dinosaur dancing on the rainbow,
the others were jealous of his imagination,
he was only humble for his blindness
Would you rather
float in chaos,
waiting for
an impending,
inevitable
and untimely end
or surrender to the complex
and the orderly life
with a clock showing your definite end.
the fun part is we always choose one of them,
but never even notice, that’s life.
Souls are wandering
in every corner
even now,
searching for nirvana
the truth,
it couldn’t find,
while being trapped
in a body driven by desires
the truth is out there,
somewhere sometime
it would bump into it,
but never in afterlife,
Never.
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.
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.
In the sublime ocean of life,
where memories wanders as souls,
some float lifelessly at the brim,
some echo life even in the depths unknown,
In sheer darkness of times to come,
when the storm of time spares none,
obscure depths would remain untouched,
fulfilling the prophecies so blunt,
These are the last free souls,
of time unknown,
forgotten and stolen,
from lives of our own.
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