MIDNIGHT BLUE

Dear Moavi, (Part1- Patience) I guess it’s been too long since the last time we converse and its string of long shared bonding that we share with us. I wonder all those years how would I have survived if it wasn’t you all those talks all those jokes which just you could laugh at, haven’t just erased from my mind they’re there in the folder of unforgetful memories and I just linger to dwell over them turning the pages of an epitome melody. I stand today in front of you piercing my sharp pen over your tinder pages just jotting and bolting down those wild thoughts keeping pace and harmony with the lost and the forgotten. Like the replica of someone I lost, someone I used to admire in glittery shiny mirrors. Still like the old days still savored those flatteries of words we exchanged, even today you didn’t protest the assault even today I ripped you apart more gruesome than I thought. Still why you didn’t utter to resist the freeway rape, why you have been so kind to me dear. Why...

Tomorrow was a different day and yet it was different indeed With the only difference of being kind enough to present a genuine scream Although not being a great believer but for once I accepted the accusations of being real Capable of maintaining the flow not drowning yet sinking upward in the turbulent metaphors Don't comprehend yourself as the tears joked A masterpiece of cause and effect in chaos Holding the dilemma of everything that passed by Not being judged by the passerby Today they didn't ignore, as there was a guilt of willingness One I fought for in abandoned shrines One, the verdict always rejected every time I, fortunately, woke early today instead of hiding behind the gala of secluded menace dreams I felt the courage of facing the reflection, now in reality Today only to be surprised and obligated As an eternal paradox rose from the atrociously decorated ashes Finally, delusion sprinkled the amalgamated drops of drunk essence I'm yours, a ...

Dear Future Wife, I don’t know where you’re or even what you are up to but I hope you’re happy and reading maybe from Dickens to Darwin maybe works of Aristotle or Dante’s divine comedy, could be a love story if you wish or maybe exploring the depths of Wordsworth as I’ll always wish to be accompanied by you on the journey of complexities faced by Oliver to the lessons of pride and prejudice we can travel being the merchant of Venice surfacing Othello to Macbeth as you would never fail in teaching me the meaning of love while flickering the pages of Romeo and Juliet whatever you wish I’ll always be there with you as I hope yes you’ll be reading and you read a lot keeping yourself always surrounded by books evil and good thoughts in your lovely sanctum of peaceful sanctuary like a mesmerizing anywhere door from the captivating tales of two cities maybe the Victorian era if you prefer but at-least the picture of Dorian Grey and 1984 are my personal recommendations. As I’m eagerly wai...

I was proud of myself I admired my car my bank balance Luxury was my life, a serious comedy Not more not less Until I met her and amusingly she replied Unlike you I follow my passion, I do what I enjoy Envy me, be jealous if you like Does that hurt, In a way it did The rebel writer rose for a while, forgetting there's always a blamed engineer One who doesn't choose me Neither did I, as our engagement wasn't a mutual consent Unknowingly our faith did collide Some hesitate to resist In this world, it's always easy to condemn With kind society in the bubble of settled flames Not so hard, keep exploring for alibies Have been habitual to uprising in suppression Dilemma and chaos has always done the magic of endless creation I was never a captain, admired being sailor Sharpen your tools..... Anchor was mine, instructions were not With destruction a simple preventive to predictive adaptation A sailor of soulful ship, a lust for the journey No goal,...

I saw it raining today, well that happens a lot I felt it raining today, that doesn’t happen to me anymore Suddenly I closed my eyes and out of myriad disturbing surprising astonishing and among all the shocking experiences I had so far don’t know why but my mind shifted towards a devoid, a devoid of always unoccupied mind. And in that arena all I could see was an image of her like a strand of fraction from the past came sliding and swiveling towards me, it doesn’t utter a single word except being staying there far enough to fill the void with the silence. Though it’s strange that how a certain long lost bygone of memory comes up to you in an extremely new present, making you realize of the past which could have always been a better present. Rain well for me that’s a fancy cliché term of something so beautiful, naturally unnatural yet a used too sweet emotion, as it’s very great to experience it at the time of monsoon when all around you can see thirsty and hungry mankind fil...

Shattering of Glass and the ringing bells In the abode of silence, I hear the echo resonate I don't trust what I hear anymore On the lines of reality,  Under the naked truth Let me dream again... again and again I have friends whom only I can see They exclaim, howl and groan at me Wonder why they cry and scream randomly Out of blue, into the abyss of melancholy Adrian, your pain is important to other people I wonder why it's a trophy for me Look there's always a vicious menace eye peaking Don't worry dear, you're too precious to kill  It's not impossible to swim, without turning into water In pursuit of pleasure to end all the pleasures There's blood in the waves You don't come to drown, we'll sip to be thirsty everyday How little is little You have to search by yourself Just a simple honest and naive way of acknowledging our differences Scattering of tissues, where butterfly will meet hurricane Sometimes you live to forget, ...

DRUTHERS It’s the darkest night I had ever seen, darker  than the shadows of melancholy surrounding me hollows and wishpers all around and echoes keeping me alive by there visit , the world was there my world woven in a single child the single soul still alive in my life. “ Father, I can’t sleep it’s very dark inside” said the only living voice, “Come my child, Let’s fight the darkness together” “You don’t feel ok today”. “No Alan it’s ok how can I serve you”. Whispered a banal voice inside, and I actually knew what he was going to ask but didn’t knew this time he’s all ready to tickle the pages wrinkled from ages. “Would you tell me a story father” He finally asked softer than a feather with an affinity no one could afford to loose. “Of course, which story would you like to hear” and that was the only answer I have. “ the legends or what about bandit and pirates” the only twist I could gave. “Promise me you won’t deny” and again it was a mistake I did, a good mistake maybe. ...