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Why?

How do you define complexity?
A thing that is complex in nature?

Like the blood is red in colour,
because it is red.

It doesn’t make any sense
It does make all the sense.

My breath shall leave me someday,
because it is not entirely mine

It does make me fear death.
It does not make me fear anything.

My heart yearns for someone, again and again.
Because I cannot understand the yearning.

It does make me yearn for her.
It does make me want to stop.

I don’t know why.
Why do I not know?

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Death, dream, Fiction & Poetry, fiction and poetry, Life, Love, Poems, Poetry

Forget your Touch

I swallow a room in my mind,
to digest its origins.
Its woodwork churns and mollifies,
I could feel my fingers full of sawdust and laughter,
lost handprints(possibly mine), from the dying
furniture and the floor caress my head.

You will always find a way to meet yourself,
once you are forgotten by everyone.

The lights are turning dim,
I do not know, how to serve light in a tall glass for myself?
Can you teach my fist to hold sands of darkness?
I shall learn somehow, to sprinkle when necessary.

You can learn anything, you want.
But remember to put off the light in the end.

The garden screams with its emptiness,
and my eyes could bear the shrieks.
Is this is how I forget your touch?
Without music? Without sleep?

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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creative-writing, dream, Fiction & Poetry, Imagine, Life, Poems, poetry

Whitest white

Blood soaked ribs, smoked to death,
draped over with velvety violet,
over the mahogany dripping table.
The sunlight prays to mate with this smell,

Come, child, tell me
When was the last time
you smelled light and travelled through time?

When was the last time
you tasted an abyss and it was sweeter than
the wind that flows in a thousand valleys
all drenched in rain.

The laundry box looks like it has been shot
twice, a fucking mess, its internals,
your second skin is all over the floor.

But you pick up the whitest white and head
to the room with no sunlight, no smell,
no eyes.

Why?

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Prized

Bound, tied and muted to surprise,
you lay down on my bed, naked as a prize.
I veil your eyes in this never ending darkness,
whispering to intensify this sumptuous treat,
As I pour freshly molten wax drops all over your body,
to make sure that tonight, you cannot sleep,

Come warm my hands now slowly ,
Take them between your tempting legs,
I will try to melt them with my tongue,
If you just tell me ‘Yes!’

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Tend

I want to hear impatient moans
everytime I feel your skin with my tongue,
For I am blind to it’s contours and wetness,
My hands only tends to the voices of flesh,
I silence the desires with my fingers
Till they wet or tired
Or both.

© Shashank Bhardwaj

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Grief

A distance between nothingness
and hushed whispers, measured in silence,
where you throw your slippers away
and drown into the shallowest pond you could find,
just to disappear for a moment.

There is desolated piano
somewhere in between,
shedding its skin,
living off the mosses.
your hands do not remember
the melody, they have turned
into voiceless eyes.
The music never fades though,
the breath never ends,
the skin never melts.
there are no banks of hope,
It is just you and an emptiness within
mating shamelessly, producing progenies
that never stop wailing.

You want to swim,
You want to drink the pond away,
but the thirst dried ages ago.
So you wait for Sun,
To end it brightly.
Someday.

 

Shashank Bhardwaj

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