MIDNIGHT BLUE

Don’t go for words knowledge can be taught wisdom can’t Enlightenment can only be experienced never learned or preached. Purification can’t be explained only to be felt Dear disciple denounce luxury and comfort Detach to the earthly pleasures Yet even if you can’t its okay my son You’ll always be my child One with pure heart one with preserved and protected smile Your Niyyah wasn’t perfect but comforting Together dear wash your hands with me thrice Let me fell the warmth they contain Let the world know how lovely it is to hold them Lord help me to play with water Thrice-like whirlpool in my silent mouth I know you’ll hear every word I never said I’ll wash my face thrice, I know in every circumstance you’ll recognize me Letting the mighty sprinkle to flow completely over my empty hands From wrist leaving the watch I adore, to care for time As in your lap, it rushes so fast sliding to elbows  From Head to ears inside out, I’ll complain toda...

When life pleases with questions, when knees shift the load to knuckles.. let's face the question rest in peace easy to say for a life who had enough sparkle to cherish forever. OH! still among all the hardship I look towards you, do appear in whatever form you like, I'll worship always, a novice like the first time. Here I’m back to writing table to be united with the person I adore most... the silent observant patient and one of the kindest individual I have ever met. Undoubtedly he has made me learn a lot of new things like-  how imperfection can be glorious and how you can absorb without ever protesting,  always to remain empty. But I can’t write about him though recently we haven’t conversed a lot and now I’m back with the diamond tipped rusty old pen more precious to me than the ink that resides, soul superior to body to contradict myself, shining bold fragmented pages of my imagination waiving for ideas clinching the threads of myriad kites.Being a kid running and...