Beneath the blue waters
lies a mermaid
singing songs and playing everyday
be it a fog or clear sky
one could hear her singing while passing by
she sings for the dead
for the people drowned
who now live in her house
sadly all alone
sometimes I wonder if it is true
do the dead cry
after dying too?
what if they smiled all the time?
made merry
and rang chimes
what is left for us to live then
Lets embrace the mermaid
and listen again.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
There are days
when you just don’t want
to get up
embrace the sun
feed the dog
sometimes
you want to watch that
fan on the ceiling
and tell yourself
“whatever it is,
it would end someday”.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
It’s easy to spill out pain,
even easier to pen it down,
a thousand sighs goes into writing,
and you might end up with a master-piece,
soaked in your own tears.
People do take pain seriously,
But what about a merry trip?,
A blackout over a couple of beers with friends,
a laugh so hard you cried,
a kiss you cannot forget,
a gift you always wanted,
Try writing about them
you might end up
soaked in wicked smiles,
and memories to share,
It’s perfect to be happy,
even better if other become because of you.
Yes I am afraid,
to love you,
because this is all,
the heart i have,
battered and bruised,
been through dead
and beyond,
a smile, a play with hair,
a giggle, a playful eye,
all i need to love you,
but why afraid?
because of rejection?
no,not at all,
rejection would pull me out of the black hole,
it’s the acceptance I am afraid of you,
because I cannot get enough of you,
anytime, any point, anywhere.
Candles burned and so did bodies
devoured souls looking to complete
each other for eternity
not a word whispered
still they said enough
searched enough
loved enough.
I have little fire left inside,
left is little love too,
also left is a little hope altogether
seems so little but true.
I have sight getting blurred,
a heart that is slowing down a little,
a spark that is refusing to die
but ready to burn little.
Little things to cherish for,
little things to worry,
little is the time we have,
then why not make merry?
Two deck of cards
She mixed them
Playing with her hair
she asked me to pick one
and if it is the lucky one
I would get a kiss
I took the decks
and held every card
I possibly can with my hands
and said I cannot let my luck stop you from kissing me.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Writings to Heaven 