Desire, fiction and poetry, fiction&writing, Heart, Life, Love, Poems

Not Again

I see her seated,
far in the room,
with someone I don’t know,
her lover I assume,
hands in unison,
eyes all met,
listening to the music,
candles brightly lit,
we see one another,
decide to avoid,
it’s time for me to leave,
to say her goodbye,
I walk past her,
she sees me around,
eyes finally met,
without a sound,
she calls my name,
wishes me goodnight,
I see her eyes,
and forget all sight,
walking in rain,
all I tell myself,
not again my heart,
you have already wept.

clouds, fiction and poetry, Heart, Life, light, Writings

Lightning

Storm brewing off Bass Strait at sunset

Why run away from the dark clouds?
Why escape the drizzle that is to arrive?
Why be afraid of the thunder?
When all you need is lightning inside?

fiction and poetry, lost, Love, pain, Poetry, Writings

Wounded

Wounded are we,
not from the cuts,
neither from scars,
but from words of someone,
now very far,
whose name is a flashback,
of a life dreamt,
and lost,
but somehow,
one gets used to them,
every night.

fiction&writing, Freehand Writing, Poems, Poetry

Path

All bodies await,
the burning over pyre,
the cycle will go on,
till there is desire,

Amidst the flame and fire,
lives turn to ashes,
the material body is an illusion,
soul is freed in flashes,

The path of life,
ends here,
and new paths unravel,
it is a mystery indeed,
for which the soul travels.

fiction and poetry, food, Life, Love, Poetry, Writings

Poem + Food

Hot Coffee with chocolate,
a packet of chips,
screw the diet plan,
ignorance is the bliss,

writing is easy,
with food around,
I think better when,
my stomach is sound,

chocolates and cakes,
truffles and shakes,
I now wonder why,
GRRM has such a good waist,
(George R.R.Martin,Writer, A Song of Ice and Fire)

with so much eating,
and keyboard on fire,
i feel the urge to sleep,
my utmost desire,

stuffed till the neck,
with food and love,
the heart sings a rhythm,
so melodious,

as I pass to my dreamy world,
I see words dancing,
all-seeing me at once,
like cute puppies glancing,

I pick the one, whose rhythm matches my heart,
the writing isn’t over,it’s about to start,
as soon as I wake up, keyboard’s again on fire
with words all over from the dreamy world supplier,

Articles, fiction and poetry, Random thoughts, Writings

Ice cubes

What if we were ice cubes,
floating in a bowl of life,
some drift to the edge ,
some drift to the right,
all waiting to melt,
some untimely day,
life would be felt,
as we disappear,
and become a part of it,
to let others float,
in a colder place,
better for others and
more of life.

Articles, childhood, Death, fiction and poetry, Freehand Writing, Heart, Love, Poems

The Painting

layers of colour spread over the palette,
some over her tiny hands,
the way she paints with them is beautiful,
only her tiny eyes will understand,

she said I painted mama,
in her favourite dress,
I wish she was alive,
to tell her it was her best.

Writings to Heaven

Shashank Bhardwaj

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