MIDNIGHT BLUE

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...