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Hardik Shah Poem
SILENCE OF MY SHADOW WAS TELLING ME SOMETHING
IS THIS ME IN DARK OR LIGHT IS MISSING?
SILENCE STOOD STILL WHEN SHADOWS WERE FADING
ENTERED IN AN ETERNITY WHERE ESSENCE WAS FOLLOWING
SILENCE OF MY SHADOW WAS TELLING ME SOMETHING
ARE YOU CRAVING FOR THE TOUCH OR TOUCHING ME SOMETHING
ENCUMBERED BY THE YEARN OF HEART...MY DESIRES WERE WANDERING
FOLLOWING THE SILENCE....SHADOWS WERE DISAPPEARING
ARE YOU PART OF ME ? AM I PART OF YOU?
NOTHING AND EVERYTHING WENT TOGETHER FOR A WHILE
SILENCE OF MY SHADOW WAS WALKING IN AN AISLE.
SHADOW ASKED ME SOMETHING WHEN NOTHING LEFT TO SAY
IT WAS THE SILENCE IN THE AIR WHERE NO ONE WAS THERE
I SAW MYSELF IN THE SHADOW AND IN REAL
ONLY DARKNESS WAS EVIDENT WHEN THE LIGHT BECAME UNREAL
Copyright © Hardik Shah | Year Posted 2013
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Hardik Shah Poem
With tweaking twigs and rustic serenity
the corpse was pleading thee for a pleasant demise.
A soul cried in lamenting gaze , A soul died in series of events .
passionate tormenting was not enough for the body, wanted pain exceeding eternity .
More was the pleading less was the torment - the sequence of trauma were softer than a dent. Moonlight of bleeding was sinking with gravity - A mighty corpse cried with engulfing pain , mystic ocean of rawness engraved its flame .
Death of Virtuality went to thee , asked the heavenly sprit one simple question to set him free.
...... what was the pain if you could recall for an event ? “Truth”was the answer when time had the pleasure.
Infinitesimal moment of truth arose with some events - virtuosity of memories faded with some frivolous flames. Solitude was the sermon which thee entrusted the corpse ....
Death to Inferno was the answer which freed the lamenting soul.
SILENCE ....
Copyright © Hardik Shah | Year Posted 2018
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Hardik Shah Poem
Lost Identity:
Missing someone?
Or missing you?
What if you on social media are far away from you?
Wanting of recognition or fear of being derecognized?
Losing yourself in rewarded profundity of likes and dislikes?
My mind conversed with my brain, is it me or someone else is my big fan? Narcissist flames were burning my fame.
Deep were my desires to be in depths of life…superficial were relations which melted like butter sliced with hot knife.
Thoughts turned inward and crowded with some fights … Autocratic social identity stood alone in high beam light.
Copyright © Hardik Shah | Year Posted 2018
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Hardik Shah Poem
Lonely cloud
An enchanting journey thru sky allowed me to witness an eternal spy , A lonely cloud .
Passing thru the sunshine, casting its right upon the stretch of mountains and valley , it wanted to speak so many things.
Wandering alone and witnessing by none , it had some mist wanting to be someone.
Thirsty soil was craving for some water ,lonely cloud over the soil was helpless like one deserted daughter.
Aim of amalgamation makes the lonely cloud wander...
Embraced by mother cloud gives her some mystic thunder!
Copyright © Hardik Shah | Year Posted 2018
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