MIDNIGHT BLUE

The love arrived, Is the love departed Like illumination in dark, passion dissolved in suffer of heart Shiny tracks, the train grooves like a rhyme Changing trails, so lucid and sublime Bound to unbound over the jotted joints Unfold the folded viscous night People are strange and so are emotions Family stays even in the cruel waves of laughter Found brother in name of struggle The predator runs to catch and the prey to survive Every day there's the thrill to rush and every day there's the thrill to die Love is to reborn, Love is to perish Love echoes in smile, benignant is cries The girl sneezing in winter, cold and dark was the night Whose slumber I couldn't disturb some dreams are enough to thrive Brother why didn't you wake me up, the seat belonged to you From the turbulent night, a jingle morning has arrived That's the only present I could give you, Dear I walk empty handed Oh! sister my sister kindly sing a lullaby Love is a song, Love i...

Upperhand always felt satisfying it gives you a feel of power among chills of thunder under the unrest anarchy of ego the birth of eternal greed. To remain powerful as the whole world doesn't bend for knowledge but for the leverage and yet it's not wrong to say knowledge is power an honour to be superior, dominative and suppressive isn't it feels good when someone says you have a style manner blended with suave knowing you posses none of such possesions except a key which can eventually benefit the other the key of authority and then you presume you expect and see a leader shining vigorously and viciously in you accepted or forced but yet it never matters unless there isn't anyone to differentiate. People change from individuality they never remain the same the easiest truth to accept and implement, it changes from persons it changes with conditions whether the need is biased or mutual we change faster than we can even imagine. People tends to have and sometimes love t...

As you like it (The unsaid travel journal) What was the last time you saw a shooting star, remember that fascinating bright colored tail led by a magical flamboyant cosmic wave, just like a wizard circulating the dark. The last time I saw it was more than 13 years ago, from then I keep looking every day in the sky prepared to see that magic happen, but anything for which I have prepared in life I never got success. Guess being unprepared is what I'm best at. I remember it passing over the west horizon without any noise it came and passed like a perfect parabola so slowly that I could remember whole track of it, they said to close your eyes and make a wish, no doubt I didn't do any of it, I can't miss that vision which has yet never happened to me, Like out of blue one in a millennium an opportunity which comes unnoticed, and before you know it's long gone and vanished just faded in memories. I cherish it and reimagine it, again and again, to know it was indeed rea...

What to say about this place Home of emotions, bounded so close that willingly you couldn't escape Maybe something like horribly fascinating Not at all attractive, if you don't see or smell If you don't let your senses, to be sober again The spices of mystic and the silk waiting for a raincheck Let's take some risks, no need to pay all your debts Call yourself a traveler, why not set out for pilgrimage   A place with a golden past which addresses you to look A promising wish towards a wonderful vision How captivating are miracles? Let the captive, have the sole right to explain But yes it's not like that at all, like your imaginations or like your visions All that I conceived, for which I lured to be strangled and choked Betrayed ? Deceived ? Revealed ? Tricked ? Be frank about whatever you want to say A lot awaits the explorer, one who lost everything And the one who has everything else to gain It's heavily polluted isn't it ? w...

Ever wondered how a train moves there are vibrations shocks, noise and chaos, unlike the mind I never realized when we became friends as it has the ability where I could switch between the boat of possibilities arguing whether it's me moving or the thoughts just like the game of chess, we think there are billion of possibilities but only one is right and the game becomes more intense when it's predictable like a tiger you wait for your hunt to make a single mistake just that one move of randomness that strikes with surprise something you didn't permute and something which is going to decide whether you'll be a prey or predator.The game changes precisely from that move, whom I call the move of entropy after that things start to boil you ask yourself what do I miss glancing from rook finding every possible way to attack the queen , trap the bishop exchanging the knights just for the sake of simplification you risk your defense as confusion leads unbalance and there among...

For despite what some people say love is not only a sweet feeling bound to come and go away. I wasn’t born in a rich or lavish family but I knew that there’s a difference between literate and educated I’m good in simple math’s I fear to say but I love algebra not knowing what they meant but if you’ll give a look they form patterns each of them having a story to tell just waiting for dots to be connected and except maths there’s another subject I’m really fond of , my friend last night (One who’s always kind) told it’s called Psychology and I, we and everyone is a living example of it being both the sufferer and the learner under a study being performed from ages beneath the crystal ball being the dearest subject examined and scrutinized by the god. Just like the dome and the Jhumar under whose illumination my hands will take shape my legs will swivel and my eyes will juggle jumping and diving plying with my spectator’s, just like a newlywed wife shy as river cheerful like fish and sh...