Harsh Bhardwaj

I have been lost
in different directions
many a times!
And I have found
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Once I got
an unexpected
letter
from a girl
...

You could easily find this woman
On one construction site,
or another
Carrying
...

Every night he comes back home
drunk, or pretending to be,
slaps his wife,
rapes her.
...

When ideas cease to occur
And words lay dead
On dusty pages,
Strangled by their own meaning,
...

"Darkness is what remains"
I wrote.
Dreams are
boats, battered with age,
...

This man
Whom I see in the mirror
Half drenched in the shower
With a deep
...

Last night
when everyone was sleeping with their broken bones
and guns below their pillows.
When everyone
...

I bought a gun
from a friend who was going to throw it in the river
which flows at the end of our village.
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