words

He said- why are you always miserable?and your words too?

for now when you know they were miserable,
It was because,
they were counting their last breaths,
now they are dead.

- something i never replied him back

uderstand

I cant help , if people are leaving
to make me happy.

understand what makes me happy first?

Punishment

never again will i write in love

for she might steal my words again
never again will i fall in love
for she might steal my heart again

- By bhaskar.

love

Long back.

A lion fell in love with the lamb.

In between.

the lion killed her.

Now.

the lion regrets.

locked

Walking away
like a nomad,
from closed doors
to glassed windows,
she wears a body
against the cold,
with all her names lost,
as she gets a shelter
built of
rain and snow.

let her grow
as an oleander.
what if the
ornaments are lost?
from a distance
she shall watch
the angels
turn to gold.

let the rose remain
rooted in locks.
As the seasons
pass away,
people will remember
the dead petals
and tears will
be shed.
may be.

Lost names

The artist cried
for all the names
were lost,
the poet laughed
saying they
were never yours.
Both of them smiled
and left.

From rain to snow,
smoke to roses,
all are beautiful,
n way ahead for an artist's name.
and so for a poet's pen.
no one deserves them.

lock

you- Dont you have keys for locks

        on closed door.

Me-   idk locks..keys..doors..

        are there doors and locks?

        or they are just for your eyes?