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Lets Taste the Sunlight – I

The night dissolved with us,
muted to the voiceless moans.
The clothes lay on the floor
as a tribute to the tempting aches,
given in to.
the first ray of dawn traces your neck
untouching your deep slumber.
My lips crave for a taste of flesh caressed with warm light.
the lips surge a tremor within you,
but you are a city used to earthquakes in moonlights.
I trace it from the neck to the breasts
notoriously ; with a hope of a early summer brewing in my heart somewhere.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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An Abandoned School

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Caress the disfigured syllables gently,
a rain of bullets should not deprive
them from a veil of modesty.

I stand near the tombstones of shadows
in a graveyard of light; seeing voiceless gods
smile from broken mirrors.
Did they bleed faith? I cared not to check.

A delusional existence gone too far-that brought
men raging with guns and children whimpering
in terror together, in a room.

While both of them prayed silently
accepting their unfulfilled destiny.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Layers of Dissent

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The reprisal of birth of light
weakens the cohesion
of condescending layers of dissent
in humanity.

deciphering a silence is an art.

Come morning
you look forward to a meaningless hymn,
cheap liquor and loud chaos :
retribution for your forsaken originality,
last seen in mirrors made of darkness.

isolation is a gift for few.

Come night
you expect tidiness in palaces made of dust,
gods weeping in your arms and a silence
that walks itself out :
a new layer forged in the absence of light;
no exit music for waiting dreams.

 

© Shashank Bhardwaj

 

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The Ruined Cathedrals – Haibun

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Desolation is a pause on a meaningless journey to a possible peace. It snowed all night.The cathedral crumbles slowly; seeking warmth in its inevitable destruction.The Priests and Pagans watch from their windows while sipping fine single-malt whiskey. Gods and Satan have come to a truce of ignorance. The Faith sublimates in the wreckage. Some still wait for the Cross to glow, for the Christ to be Born, for gifts to be distributed.Our foolish hopes spiral down to our convoluted existence. A dog dies in the snow. He didn’t bark much. He made peace with it. Did he believe in Gods? I have some whiskey left. Shall we make some peace before the sky crumbles.

fresh snow, fresh corpses
faith is a drink for the poor
the rich, prefer blood.

© Shashank Bhardwaj


Previous Haibuns –

1) Unnoticed Bridges – Haibun
2) Autumnal Rain – Haibun

 

 

 

 

 

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