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Fragments of Me

There are some fragments of me,
that refuse to time travel,
they live in grandeur of yesterday,

There are some fragments of me
that travel ahead of me,
they clutch deep into my body
and drag me to uncertain future.

Finally there are some fragments,
which believe neither in beautiful past or uncertain future,
they keep me on the ground and always walking,
they keep me sane and full of vision
I call them Hope.

© Shashank Bhardwaj.

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Two Souls

Two souls floating around,
dissolving in each other
without a sound,
in a world full of shouts and noises,
forgetting all their easy choices,

like the sky and dark clouds,
let us brew a darkness that haunts,
that torments the sun to rise,
till ages we separate from love.

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Poor

Toiling hard day and night,
looks tired at every sight,
for every dream in eyes,
lonesome cries
and few delights,
still walking down the road,
he never forgets to smile,
to wish people around,
learn something new
and share what he has,
be it food,
life
and laughter,
I wonder why they call him poor.

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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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The Last Free Souls

In the sublime ocean of life,
where memories wanders as souls,
some float lifelessly at the brim,
some echo life even in the depths unknown,

In sheer darkness of times to come,
when the storm of time spares none,
obscure depths would remain untouched,
fulfilling the prophecies so blunt,

These are the last free souls,
of time unknown,
forgotten and stolen,
from lives of our own.

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