Shake me off this dream...😚

This is about the people we trust and they play with it..

SHAKE ME OFF THIS DREAM

I live in a fictional world

Where truth is sacred

And people don’t wear masks

Someone please!

Shake me off this dream..

I trust every word they say

The lies coated with sugar

And charms they spell around

Someone please!

Shake me off this dream..

I rest on every promise they make

Golden trees with silvery leaves they show

And I endure the harsh chills of winter

Someone please!

Shake me off this dream..

I see the summers coming

With a single sparrow flying in the sky

And I wing my dreams too to soar

Someone please!

Shake me off this dream..

Danish Bhat.....

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Deadly water

DEADLY WATER Water was very cold, mother! When we fell into the river. You know how bad do I feel when you take me for a bath; I shivered for a while and then I felt numb, I froze to my last breath in the freezing water; I tried to hold my breath Like I do when you pour water on me, But it didn’t work this time! I tried to save my books, mother! Expensive books and my school bag, dad bought yesterday for me with small savings he had made; But it was too heavy, it pulled me down along Till I sank with the soaked pages I would read in the school to become an engineer, And make a bridge For my school across the river! It was morning prayer time, mother! You prayed for my long life and cooked food for me; You kissed my forehead and pulled me from the bed; Fed me with your sweet hands and dressed me up, a last time, for the school or angel of death; You combed my hair, kissed my cheeks and looked into my eyes, a la...

A MOAN

You remain the last remnant of my forsaken dreams I see them strangled within the echo of my screams Your thoughts left in the pot of my parched hopes, Gropes in dark for the arrows lost in arched strings Colours that sparked a spark to lit my flaring flame Blame and shame you with a shade of dark and grey You say you remain my straw in the stormy waters But the whorl offers sucking swirl to drown me down The random drops of blood like pearl on the sand Dry up like my enduring tears on stony stoic face I leave you were you left me in the stormy desert Where I revert to specks of dust under the sand dunes Lying buried to watch you beating your chest alone For what you have sown to what you moan!

LIFE MOVES TILL IT FALLS

Danish Bhat Life moves and moves till it falls Falls with the fall And the winter calls With the flip of pages, the years go The years go with the flow Like the sip and spill of coffee, And the pages colour brown and crisp The pages flip and the ears curl Like swirled birch leaves, Golden and fragile And the agile readers come and go, They judge, they throw and sow The seeds of their twisted opinions And mark the pages blue and black With the new dawn, a new page, The new dreams set in Winters go and springs begin Brings the foliage and flowers, The sunshine and showers Till the new page turns and fall befalls And life moves and moves till it falls

DANISH BHAT

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