a crimson sky,
a blue horizon,
a careless troupe of albatrosses, yawning.
A voiceless master of the puppets,
feeding the salt in the air to its children.
an ownerless horse dreaming of grasslands,
a dog treading the unending shores,
a graveyard of the sand-castles,
All patiently wait for the sunset.
It stays, I believe,
within each one of us.
One of the few things, the death
allows us to take with us.
Did you ever notice?
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Waves, the grieving mothers:
always keep coming back to the shores.
With a hope of being embraced
and held forever.
But all I see is their exodus
beneath the beautiful crimson sky,
with salt in my breath,
and their unseen teary eyes.
They say, the sound of the ocean is lovely.
But what if it is a humongous melody of lament
conjured from the longing for its shores?
A homonym for the humans
wrapped in nature’s plight.
A dream fed to me
by the silence of the night.
A memory so wrong,
it now seems right.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Voyages set sail for an unfaltering feast of loneliness, everyone is alone and together at the same time on the ship of rust. The amicable hues of humanity are inexorable to survive as the waves turn black taking the ghastly shape of hidden Krakens. A gust of salty wind caresses the hairs of the captain who fears nothing for he is the child of the sea, some say he was born in its warm belly just to be abandoned on the shores. It is one of those few nights when the moon is no longer an instrument of love. A little light sometimes bridges the gap between sanity and death but we often do not notice this.
dark tempting waves hide
behind salty winds of fear,
come out now, die young.
A Haibun is a Tradional Japanese Poetry containing a prose and a haiku. There can be more than one prose and haiku.
She only remembers the drowning.
the smell of the candles
put out with tears is a forgotten memory.
the wrath of the Poseidon trembled the sky,
stars disappeared in the hidden asylum of unseen alleys.
A dissolution of an ominous fear
of losing someone in a never-ending darkness.
A leap in the deep abyss
black hues massacres the blue
body with a heavy heart drowns
till the anguish warms the water.
At night, the colors resume their hibernation
in the lake of rainbows.
Search for the love, who promised
to come back now tastes like bitter salt.
a sharp tinge of regret on tongues
that lick the icicles of truth.
To be Continued.
To be close to the ocean
but cannot get your feet wet.
To the smell the salty air
but cannot breathe.
To see the crimson horizon
but cannot remember.
To see your dog lying next to you
but cannot pet him.
To conjure all the words for the ocean
but cannot write.
To sleep well all your life
but cannot dream.
To love someone all your life
but cannot have them.