Discovering Forgetfullness

As long as I remember,
I always wanted to be real
with my words.

But I will always be a chalice,
born with a thirst for wine.
I can never fill someone’s belly.
Forget about his thoughts for now.

I always wanted to be the pause which you have,
after you forget a dream, while you are still in bed
and the winds drape the shrouds of silence.
It is then when we realize
that even after having everything,
something slips off and floats away.
Our fingers were made to measure by him,
so no matter how deep we dig with them,
We can never dig out the dream we yearn to remember.

There is a reason he made us a child first,
and not as an adult,
for he wanted us to learn to forget everything
and still be the same.


© 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 immortal 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.