I remain after the destruction
I am what the end of the wars looks like.
When stale corpses transfix themselves
at the calamities,
I breathe slowly.
I remain at the edge of your loneliness
and suicidal thoughts.
When you look for ways to lessen your screams,
I creep into your void to dissolve your thoughts.
I am the hidden reflection in the mirror, you fail to notice.
I walk slowly.
I remain when your world comes to a standstill
over a pair of her eyes that overfill your voids
with dreams and desire and sometimes spaces
between your shadow and the soul.
I am what you forget when you are in love.
I disappear slowly.
I am the beginning of the world,
I am its end.
I am what you crave as well as fear
on the nights, alone.
I am the Wine that caresses your veins
and eats your liver.
Have enough of me, but carefully.
For, I die with you.
I die slowly.
© Shashank Bhardwaj
Pic Credits – Jean Claude Berens