Days worsen
as men leap onto me
in bodies riddled
with bullets
smelling of blood
shrieking mutely
eyes white
with a fear unfelt
the whole life
tongues desperate
for comforting lies
pleads for redemption
never comes out
of their silenced mouths
I silently pass on prayers
closing their eyes
to avoid seeing
the holy/unholy
gates they will
end up in their

© Shashank Bhardwaj


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



Mama I see ants,
Over the shore,
all crawling there,
I do not see daddy here,
Why Mommy,
where did daddy go?,
his boots are gone mommy,
even Bujo is scared,
he keeps barking all night,
i saw stars so bright,
I heard thunders and explosions,
I see smoke,
I see flashes on the beach,
i hear people mommy,
i see them lying on beach
and i see blood from my head,
don’t lie down mommy,
Lets go mommy,
before the sun rises.

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He would be back

broken frame,
glass on the floor,
a letter unopened,
tears echoed,
for someone,
who said he would be back,
to read the night stories,
to play the games,
to take all camp side,
one sunny day,
But that day he became,
part of earth,
with clouds of tears,
thunders of disgust,
they all ask how it happened,
she now says proudly,
killed in action.

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The Armies of Peace


They fought with their heads high all night and day,
trembling without fear,moving all through the way,
never did they surrendered,never did they fell,
they were armies of peace marching through the hell.

Hell wasn’t a ruled place neither it was purely free,
it was the world that opressed them,the world in which they coudn’t breathe.
they had no choice whatsoever than to fight for peace,
with weapons of destruction they move away,they were the the armies of peace.

Angels descended to see the sight,to cry for the valiant dead,
Valkyries¹ flew the burning place,to see the brightest red.
Songs would be sung now,odes will be written for them,
they are immortal now for the peace they stemmed.

Armies like these rise sometimes,armies like these breathe,
for a better change for the world,for wrong things to cease,
Wars are not only for greed or power nor only to conquer the land,
peace is sometimes the only reason for these armies to stand.


¹ According to Norse Mythology Valkyries were the creatures that selected the righteous dead,they believed the only way to get to heaven is to die in violence.Brightest red refers to the most violently died being in the war.