Ravaged Souls
Bitter burned bodies
Broken in every part
whether inside or outside
look for faith
in search for something
that simply consoles
them that it would be all right.
If I tell this by myself to someone
in need
We would be making homes out of
of divine pampered idols
for those who pray for homes every time.
Tag Archives: Poems
Voids
In voids inside me,
echoes a kid’s cry
who got lost somewhere
In the midst of life
I still search him
in subways and park
but fail to hear him laughing
although trapped in my heart.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Scribble
Sometimes I scribble,
in the midst of the drizzle,
sitting by the window wondering,
why words are so stubborn? so plundering?
can’t they just dance and make merry
and have some cake with lot of cherries
and settle in my paper somehow,
make me happy, a little endowed,
Alas ! I would wait anyhow,
Let me enjoy the drizzle.
Till allowed.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
Fire and Light
Imagine a Fire without light,
just burning hot,but not bright,
like dark ashes breathing somewhere,
a poor and ordinary sight like this everywhere,
I see fire inside every living soul,
burning uselessly in meaningless chores,
when will I see lives burning bright,
fire and light trapped in dreamy eyes,
burn yourself now,not tomorrow my friend,
don’t leave even seconds to repent,
die in this fire,let it consume your heart,
reincarnate from ashes,with a new start,
Like a Phoenix and absolutely nothing else.
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Galaxy
You and me are just two dots
In a galaxy not very far,
around us are all the stars
shinning bright,
seeing us apart,
let the dots be connected
let the lives be affected
let us all see tonight
how the universe conspires
for two beating dots.
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Wonder
A Crazy attempt,I pondered over sleep to write a poem using the same word again and again. This is what I get. Thanks for bearing.
Some do it wonderfully
others keep on wondering
on how to wonder
and what to wonder
whether the wonder we want
is worth the wondering
in this wonderful world
wonders were never created
they were born as wonders.
as we are
wonders,each one of us
and still we keep wondering
where to discover
the next wonder.
when it’s within us.
Why?
Why look for the clouds?
When you can chase the sun,
Why be so proud?
When you can have the fun,
Why be mad?
When you can forgive,
Why be sad?
When you can live,
Why to cry?
When you can smile bright
Why to be shy?
When you can write,
Writings to Heaven 