This is one of the finest pieces of Poetry\Prose dissolved in music. I decided to share this with all of you. Let me know what do you think of it.
Artist : Eden Ahbez
Song : The Wanderer
Tag Archives: Poetry
The Shadows of War
I bait the lights
to recluse into darkness,
as I step again into a past
made of voiceless shadows.
If I look closely,
the shadows conjure images:
of a ruined city and orphaned children.
If I smell closely:
it all smells of gunpowder,
dried blood and unending screams.
and if I move closer:
I am in again in the war itself,
they never really end,
their shadows never disappear.
I have learned to live with them,
and they follow me,
wherever I go.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Measure
a thirst,
is the dryness that floats from the throat
is the snow that burns everything
is the fire without a crackling voice
is the river polluted with a meaningless existence
is the reality drinking bottles of dreams
is the death despised deeply
is the shadow unloved
is a blessing and a curse.
is the human, too much loved.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Promised Children.
Dance to the frivolous melodies,
the time still remains.
We are still children,
sobered under the sun,
sobered by the rain.
A memory is a drop wiped away from the lips,
A potent taste was forgotten on purpose.
To become a child, forget your hands first.
The rain envelops the waves of time,
so learn to close your eyes,
long enough without sleeping
without drifting without crying
and the present will wash off itself
You will be on a ground,
with fresh wet grass,
Your dog still alive,
the cakes do not make you fat,
it’s beautiful,
as it should be,
as I was promised,
long ago.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
A Dream of Laughing Fishes
I think I am back again
somewhere beneath a cold restless wave
where the smell of a forgotten regret lingers.
A thousand eyes map my dread
and serve it back to my face
with a voiceless discontent.
I swirl like a newborn,
till I forget the smell of the skies.
An embellishment for the stars
seeing me slip into an oblivion.
“One’s misery is a supper of pleasure for another”
my demented grandma used to blurt.
She loved eating fish
and now the fishes are laughing,
the limb-lacking unbearable slimy creatures,
are choked with laughter, over my unending dread.
“Kill a fish yourself, let its blood cleanse
your dreams.”
said the friendly psychiatrist.
the crazy fucker didn’t even know,
that it all began from there,
from those very struggling eyes
near to the gills.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Savoury Cream
Pour it all
and spread it slowly
with your bare hands,
this cream isn’t that sweet
but you are gonna like it anyway,
so come and swallow it
as you suck me out,
and I close my eyes.
Take it all in,
let me feel the saliva mix
with the cream and melt.
Go on at your pace,
I can wait, in darkness,
all night, all day,
just don’t stop in between,
tonight.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
In the Rain.
Have I told you lately?
Of how I trace your scent
every time it rains violently.
This very ground trembles today,
nonchalant to our unending sighs.
We were the two inescapable shadows,
now we drift away from each other
into an incomprehensible darkness.
On this edge of dissolution,
a mere push of time,
dissolves us as intangible memories.
This air, drenched in regret
wraps us in a blanket of past,
to let us abandon our beginnings,
as a feast for this immoral rain.
Our hands caress the untouched remains.
We forget the skies and the cold water
trickling down our backs.
In a blink, we finally become
the smell of the earth,
after the rain, that is always full of love,
but no one knows why.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Writings to Heaven 