Do you know even,
what darkness looks like?
it is when your home turns to dust
from sudden shellings
and you walk over bodies
of children,women and brave men
you once knew,blown up in syria,
the middle eastern sun even couldn’t outshine this obscured darkness
when your first flight out of country,
ends up with your body tattered in pieces,
dropping from 35,000 feet just,
because pro rebel russians felt showing how big their balls are,
and here you sit,
pleased in your well perfumed house
petting your cat,
while writing on your mac-book,
“the way he left me, I was confined to darkness”
I pity your darkness
but I hope you recover soon
from a weak heart
and delusions of insignificance
It makes me somewhat afraid,
that we never know
when we will turn from
healthy laughing bodies
to ashes and dust
and hung up in some corner
of a room
but what simply terrifies me,
is what happens of our memories
which are obliterated
No remains of the sunshine,
in a blink
the soul is robbed
and death with a smirk
Some Coffee, A table reserved for two
a gift unwrapped and some music too
a car wreck and fire all around
I wonder if ghosts enjoy a sound
do they sip coffee too?
No one at the cafe had any clue.
Broken chateau glasses.
Embracing bullet riddled bodies . Open notebook.
Neatly Written – Death can do us part but love thought otherwise.
© Shashank Bhardwaj.
all seen at once
on a canvas
of a painter
rage of nations.
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