Broken chateau glasses.
Spilled wine.
Embracing bullet riddled bodies . Open notebook.
Neatly Written – Death can do us part but love thought otherwise.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Tag Archives: Fiction & Poetry
Faith
Ravaged Souls
Bitter burned bodies
Broken in every part
whether inside or outside
look for faith
in search for something
that simply consoles
them that it would be all right.
If I tell this by myself to someone
in need
We would be making homes out of
of divine pampered idols
for those who pray for homes every time.
Mystery
Her Body is a shrouded mystery
and me the hungry traveller
won’t stop kissing and dissolving
in her.
Till such mysteries unravel
from lips to neck
navel to hips
and tits to lips again
I see myself getting lost
this isn’t a travel now
Its a trippy journey
tripping me with love and still mysteries float.
Why wonder?
Lets Unravel.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Rush
A train passes me by like a bullet
People surround me like a swarm of bees
till I become one of them
Instituted and brain washed.
Riding the bullet
To places where my creativity succumbs
and brain acts like a fucker with no love involved
doing monotonic fucking periodic motions.
But Why?
Because we trust our feared heart more than our balls.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Float.
Some wait for miracles
Some churn them out of sweat
Many watch The Everest in awe,
Only few reach it’s neck.
Many drown in the sea
But a few play in it with boats
Don’t hold your heart somewhere inside
Like time my dear let it float.
Let it be washed out on beaches unknown
Where no life prevails
Then see it beat slowly
Like no one could have ever shown.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Coffee
Sometimes you smell of coffee
and effect way more than a single dark cup
when you serve me that smile
in the morning.
Writings to Heaven 