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.
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.
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.
Immaculately dressed in black and white,
hair that shone even in tint lights,
he played the piano on lonely nights,
remembering her daughter and the little cute fights,
It’s been 15 years,longing now stole his patience
nerves bled when he was found in basement,
the piano was sold and so was the house too,
Still people hear those symphonies so true.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Writings to Heaven 