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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
Layers of Dissent
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
The Ruined Cathedrals – Haibun
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
Duality
Of wanting
and the reactions.
Of the tease
and the injunctions.
Of the touch
and the revulsions.
Of the kiss
and the deductions.
Of the stripping
and the seductions.
Of melting of naked bodies
and the inductions.
Of the aches and sweat
and the conclusions.
Of the slithering memories
and the destructions.
Of the possible repetition
and the needed constructions.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Unapologetic Love
Beneath the trees
that once nurtured me,
I oversee the valleys.
The Fog descends slowly
like a veil to guard
the modesty of untouched lands
Come morning,
the shimmering sunlight
shall remove the veil
with yellow bright
kisses; lakes and seas
shall mirror the coquettishness
in the blues.
Nature’s unapologetic love
brews in the unseen seasons,
un-noticed somehow.
Famine
my existence floats
in a boat made up of dreams
over the turbulent seas of death.
the illusion of a charade.
the night’s scythe
cleaves my head:
blood with a famine of words
splatter all over the dusty bed-sheets.
The crucifixion of lies.
the boat trembles, seas rage.
With bleeding toes, my existence
inches towards the edges of insanity
laughing like a suicidal dog with
a growing distaste for chewed bones.
The Paradox of suffering.
I wait for an unheard laughter,
for the air to caress the wind chimes again.
It will all be over soon.
More the blood loss, deeper the ink to write with.
Don’t you think?
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Writings to Heaven 