MIDNIGHT BLUE

From childhood i have a fantasy for remote control gadgets like its mine incomplete childhood fantasy i always wanted one but never had, once I rebled and finally got one like a child also has its own methods and that's the time when you first have encounter with self harm a perfect way to get things and to make you believe it's self harm which can be your friend in despair weather in reality it's the opposite it's a way to seek attention to make yourself and your feelings known searching for sympathy and i do understand that in my own way, so I was extremely  happy and elated to have it like owning a private island and being the only pirate, but my happiness didn't lasted long it vanished with the arrival of my cousin brother I was told you're elder but being me i wasn't easy to convince yet even after my disapproval it was gifted i felt like losing the love to know i was never the lover but things never stop they keep moving i vowed then never to talk wit...

I hold it between my fingers, firm and steady it stands Supple and slender more like artist than a killer I shake it well to let the mixture blend, changing expression from distant to solemn Pleased whatever the situation it gets With the crushed leaves of anger Tender touch of ego for esteem to evaporate Selected powders of attachment whose taste I long forget Being beautiful as it is urging you to dwell The ingredient I wish to remain Pouring the essence of melancholy a display of patience & perseverance Then comes the repeated heating under the plans of tomorrow, hollering memories of yesterday Till the color changes to happy present To roll on the velvet paper of solidarity, Which does more to hide than reveal truth, affection, and grace Lighting up with the purest fire of Ambitions the scrutiny of cruel Seeing the air having a new chill wind turning into gale When the realm announces the departure of autumn Taking a deep breath I'll suck the smoke Li...

Pages from Abstract Chapter 18 Wind feels great from hear over the ridge I waited for this moment long and long ago It caresses my cheek finding hard to contemplate with the suit and tie I wore touch of professionalism they call it. comes and wishers finally again before anything apart from the several odds there would even been yet he decides to give a look back hard times he saw people came and they go everyone had different opinions and thoughts and in this small world the story goes on and on several paths he crossed several people he met and until now he was never complete finally golden gate he said finally the any way door he seek. Ready to jump he spreaded his wings god save the king  he roared in his voice. Chapter 72 He looked and the world seemed different now about cosmos he thinks and speaks people call him mad but that’s not the first time someone has said this to him . He stays in his close confined room. Extremely opposite to what he ever seeke...

Chapter 4 Laughs all over everyone’s cheering saw the one in red Glittered with the fake smile he holds See how happy he is playing with the kids he laughs, rehearse And plays the play over and over  again See he shares stories mostly creates with everyone and in every instant, he blends  If he can’t adapt he speaks and says thank you for anything good that ever embrace He may not hold as tight as you hold your father's hand  Maybe he never holds anything yet, isn’t it great that he knows how to detach.  I know it’s hard for you son your color is unique and it shines in marvelous ways But sooner or later different scares the world sooner or later they’ll repel.  Son oh my son just be like the boy in red Scared and timid the little boy still holding his father’s hand even though he weaved He was determined to not let it go Looked up with moist eyes with tears surfacing behind Before breaking he clasped and whispered father ...

A Letter Back To You I look back to see fragments Fragments of what I cherish From gaiety to ugly from hatred to lovely To see the boy who runs Tarzan in day and Mowgli in slumber Sacrificing seldom smiles to see them reflecting in others Rescuing pups to turn into dinosaurs "My Jurassic Park" he called Laughs alone but silent in mob Ruled by thoughts searching for patterns Counting stars under the oblivion of innocent oak Like black he absorbed like white he imbibed With sorry on his tongue Ready to accept failure and a vision to shine Thank You he said to every moment passing by Was he happy , that's something hard to describe Was he sad , Maybe Ask the words with whom he juggled and rhymed He faked a lot , and I won't complain about it As that boy's my strength Who cycled the autumn path Who jingled when his world broke into a mourning cry Sometimes i grin as the pictures of memory fade Tryst with the naive stupidity there compan...

The Wind Blowers Surfacing from vibrant sun Floating over ocean they tickle and twinkle Distracted by modest sums imbibed by the pagan of good times Here come the wind blowers to snatch the grin Hide the memories of the day you smiled Soaked in blood from the river of pain and the reflection of lament kiss With winter they fond , tender and endearment They dance to your tune unless you hear the silence echo In the jingle jangle morning they'll come following you You saw the aurora unpredictable , You laugh and then it disappears You dream and the thirst reappears Slowly and Slowly before breaking they made you shiver And here I'am proudly embracing the wind blowers They grab you tight Unlike other emotions , Pain never fight or die They don't carry faces , Being who they're they never lies So what'll you do when you just can't cry You flow with the wind blowers Anyways lucid and sublime  Horizon was there's like the upstream color of...

Mosquitoes of Love I don’t even know what I’m about to write or even what there’ll be in front of me after few minutes or maybe hours . But it is strange sitting alone in this world with a scary guard sitting few meters away from me levitating and striking his stick which makes a wired noise  telling I’m going to arrive soon and “Request” you to leave the noise which doesn’t even affect this dog sleeping in front of me with one of the sharpest ears in the world , as he’s habitual of hearing this noise  every time I’m here guess I can do the same with all my scoldings just like him far from awake in his wondrous dream land. Which do make me question do they even dream but I bet the way he’s swinging his tongue and scratching the ground it seems something delicious . Now here they’re in our journey we’re accompanied by mosquitoes too. I guess how’s this palace of justice is going to punish them for the enormous amount of blood they have stolen. From king to beggar from slav...

I Wish I wish to write a melody Which whole world can sing with me A happy poem to energies and excite every being To throw the net of silhouette smile I wish euphoria to be attracted , optimism to be reflected And the universe to sign in peace I wish to visit wherever I want whenever I want Sometimes alone and sometimes with the person of my dreams I wish to see a bud flourish , A flower grinning like majesty Velvet petals Nostalgic pollen's Which do make me sneeze I wish to jump from golden gate Feeling the breeze whose about to meet the ocean From Bay to Pacific Journey of thousand miles just about to begin To get pushed by the resistance And to fly in between I wish to relive that moment , Again and Again Like a loop with no beginning middle or end I wonder I admire and I envy to wish and keep wishing To imagine the galaxy painted in the colors I wished I have always accepted the chaos Let’s wish chaos accepts me. By- Ksh...

The Last Time I Cried What to say about this question maybe one of the things that’s hard to reply or frame into words but I would rather say that crying has always been a hard thing for me I know I’m not a strong man neither physically nor mentally but marks of time created a shell and whenever something happens something fearful scare full or even hopeful this shell imbibes me in it, although it’s the opposite I’ve always wanted. I have always had desired to cry the loudest with tears gushing like flood and pain flowing like words and to let the whole world know this is who I’m weak the word I hated the most, lonely the truth for which I did everything to escape, scared not by anything else but by the reflection they show in mirrors shallow depth in eyes dried lips rough cheeks and stains of lament kiss like I’m becoming the man I have always ran from. Although I can lie from everyone even from truth but the alphabets and my trembling hands are involuntary no medication can ev...

HE: A mocking bird's say You may have the bird                                                                                          Lured and kept in the golden cage With finest grains to feed ,Surrounded by tender heeds You can give her all the comforts of being Making her sing the the hymn and melody of dreams Still she would never be yours How hard you may try to be Her body'll be there but thoughts can never be Round and Round like the world You can cry for her shout thinking hollering could work maybe Yet everything will fall , like a ship always designed to sink Like an apocalypse a catastrophe Just the moment you're about to smile Just the moment you thought even happiness can be passing by Scream like a nihilistic solemn mice An obje...

The Butterfly Effect Little did he knew everything arrives with a price and price with consequences They say if a Butterfly flaps her wing the vista could be a tornado somewhere else. OK am back here again, I do seldom ask myself that what's special about this place the same air lighter smoke and immaculate subtle pinch of pain and to my astonishment the answer i get is lovely and solemn ,simply because no one recognizes me here . It could be an alibi to ran away from the bigger picture but than let it be because somehow maybe with reluctance but my mind and I we both mutually agree on it and that's something prime and unavoidable to reach an agreement a settlement and it set's a motion , a motion for peace and at last maybe i do found a controversial understanding here . Although i try but whatever i do , I just can't stop my thoughts or even seize the flow, that just never happens it keeps floating like an untamed creature alleviating in whatever path it founds...

An Act Of War Unpredicted grotesque night, Mist covering the lights Inferno so huge , yet vague in sight Strange voices and carcasses lying by Sooner or later , I have to pass the burning shrine God maybe the creator of mankind Hallucination to some like an illuminated sight Several forms of worship , yet nowhere to find Desires creating views , views leading to opinions Hence variations from point to point When diplomacy ends , War needs a spark to ignite Violence the master of all Emotion behind thrones ,The rattle always ready to strike Poison of broke With an uncontrolled urge to satisfy Seizing the conscience, Collateral beauty just standing by the side Victim of evil , abyss of thunder Yet the roar fells so right Alleviating like a drug , Addiction for unconscious mind Fire all around encircling with a fatal smile Faces with anger , wrath laughing by Cries will begin and end with the melody Pain will surrender to enemies , Destruction will rule the sk...

I wish I could go to beach again sit in front of the water the mighty sea and just wait for the sun rising from within like a god spreading his rays to anyone willing to embrace it. I wish I could walk by the sea like nobody with no one to disturb just me and all the sacred powers and cherishing the infinite poetic lines cruising all over my mind which may have left me for long but it’s only mutually that we survive . And just that I won’t smile  I won’t cry will just sit , maybe some tears will pass my rough cheeks never caressed by anything alive but I won’t fear and look around with nothing to hide . I won’t think of pain the world has given to me or question what I deserved or what I draw from life instead I would say it was nice passing by. On the contrary I have always wished to be a vibrant extrovert who grins and the world follows with extravagant speeches and thousand ears to capture it like a hymn. I guess I was never in anyone’s attention neither I was a ghost either...