MIDNIGHT BLUE

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...