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.
Caskets full of emotions,
buried deep in the land of heartbreak,
sadly no visitors
and no one to mourn.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Glass panes,
view of skyline,
sun sinking in an aura of red,
jacket hanging on the chair,
feeling on top of the world,
but still trapped at the end of the day,
in the concrete jungle,
when one looks the street guitarist,
performing and smiling.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Do not cry because you failed,
there should not be shame in that,
You just discovered where you lack.
Rather than living a fake life
full of people about whom you don’t care,
you are now alone with yourself,
better first look the mirror,
Than to look people around,
the places around,
be honest with your heart,
taming this beast is not easy,
It feeds on pride,loathing,fame.
But cries on knowing itself.
Make your heart a drunk,with no judgement at all,
then it would follow the beats as steps,
and you would never fall.
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Toiling hard day and night,
looks tired at every sight,
for every dream in eyes,
lonesome cries
and few delights,
still walking down the road,
he never forgets to smile,
to wish people around,
learn something new
and share what he has,
be it food,
life
and laughter,
I wonder why they call him poor.
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You all had fun,
you all drank,
you all made plans,
for the promised land,
you all played
you all loved ,
you all made your way,
to heaps of cash above,
I headed away,
I listened to heart,
I became crazy ,
falled apart,
In search for dreams,
shouts without scream,
insanity prevailed,
without a sound.
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Some watch the rich,
some watch the famous,
some the daring
and some watch people in love,
then they wish they were blessed,
as they were,
never do they see the world around,
the sun,the stars,
never do they see within,
the heart,the thirst,
never do they ask themselves,
Why?
there are no blessed souls,
just souls with their voice echoed and listened in the hearts,
souls which are alive
and have seen everything
which we failed to see.
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