Fiction & Poetry, Heart, Life, Poems, poetry

Dissonance

Revere, this blessed silence,
For I shall slip into your thoughts
once again, but this time
without a face or voice.

Contemplate the cause
For every bone tickles a question
when the sky is this dark,
’A pang of heart’ was a fool’s discovery.

For he ignores every vision that might be real,
For him the water is still full of air,
and the air still full of hope.

Before the drowning begins with his foolish steps
the dissonance muffles down slowly
choking the sweet breath, as promised

– Shashank Bhardwaj

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A Tapestry’s Demise

a fragile palm cocoons itself,
this gaze, warm as a mellow summer,
slips over the papyrus:
paint me a rain, I murmur to the sky.
The ocean’s feet answer my toes.

With every dawn, my eyes learn
a resilience for forgetfulness.
With every dusk, my eyes forget
a resilience for memory.

I weave this tapestry, sealing the light.
I paint it with colors dry;
I frame it with a glass of unending silence.

But If a mirror possessed by unrequited love breaks,
Why does it sound like a thousand answers?

Shashank Bhardwaj

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A Systematic Severance

With every gaze,
the light swallows us,
your face dissolving as a hymn :
my lips murmuring syllables
to recollect what’s left of you,
this defiant dying night.

How easily can every sound
turn into an ache,
how slowly every whisper
can bring you this close.
the speed of separation
ceases but never stops.

I wait for the autumn,
For every closure needs
a drop of color.
Paint me if you can.
with this very gaze,
for every ray of light.

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Answer

The answer to silence :
Is a breath of someone you remember

It seeps into yours lips,
It blossoms up your neck
Turns it into a tendril drowsed in rain.

It caresses the lungs, painting them
In hues or orange, red and shallow yellow.

Your toes move when you hear me.
Have you ever noticed?

A freckle gleams and shapes the arc of cheeks.
Its like the summer where you met me.
Its the summer , you shall never have again.

I became the monsoon, after that,
Turned you into a rainforest
Drop by drop.

Like it should always have been.
Always.

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Touch

you are most beautiful
when you sleep–
when the coffee-toned notes of your skin
brew, a silent language

while your perfect lips are too tired to doubt my eyes
now, the dark mist of your breath
trickles down my neck
I wait,
I stare at you
unwaveringly.

outside there is a trail of rain,
and the wind
in the willow cage
whispers

as if it dares to tell
the moon and
all the listening night
that this silverlight should not
touch you, in front of me.

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Think

As the day passes by,
I think about you less and less.

But your thought stays lingering
in my mind,
There is something about you
like the air just before the rain.

Somewhere in the back of my head,
your playful chuckle escapes to my heart.
A lightning brews in my eyes instantly.

that lets everyone around me know,
I finally thought of you again.

– SB

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Move on

Its the dead of the night,
3AM,6AM, it does not matter
I trace the cold drops of water
on your bare back, your subtle moans
subdue within, you turn and kiss me back,
My hands provide warmth to your cold breasts,
Cupping them till you break away
I continue on the neck, while you make the sound of rain go away,
I feel your hands caressing mine,
Taking it slowly between your legs.
We forget the thunders and lightning
and the dying earth.
We just move on.

Writings to Heaven

Shashank Bhardwaj

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