MIDNIGHT BLUE

Here we are again on the same page at the same time In front of our savored restaurant The French name I can't pronounce neither my honest friend beside We sat together under the bold lamp, one which long forgot to usher any light Or my eyes too diplomatic to acknowledge it's existence Bonjour greeted the reality, the waiter in dust caressed my coax cheeks Your seat is reserved on the most decorated pavement, monsieur The tap drizzled the chlorinated perfumed water from every leak I laughed and my beloved grinned, I looked at her and she looked back at me A moment frozen for eternity isn't it anything worth doing is worth doing it slowly Poor in conversations but she didn't let the aura freeze The orchestra of ironic traffic, the tune of rush And the gush of high pitched melodies World was playing her favorite playlist, lovely that I bribed the evening The menu was vibrant, contrast, continental cuisine Exotic and scared she glanced with mischief, "Don't worr...

Please give me a drink to drink  With ice and sugar  With essence of melancholy and a taste of hunger A mixture of heinous crime imbibed in the flowing river Crimes I never committed just borrowed to be a victim Culprit of lynching power, seldom suffering from illusions  Wrapped in my blanket of cold discomfort  Now assimilate them deep, deep in the bottle of leer One I made by myself, ubiquitous like fragile despair Let's pass this threshold, let's pass this disease of acute infections  Guess we are on right track Spoke the fragrance, marked by the impairment of thermal sensitivities  Insensitive to all the prevailing emotions  Dissosiated, Disordered bilateral delusion of persecutions A theatric raincheck, gambled  on the misnomer well of future  Let's boast about luxury, mother of excitation and inhibitions  Slowly and precisely stolen from venus Nurtured on hallucinations, blend the mixture with precious levenders W...

A gold fish, guess it’s a childish start but still what do you expect from me what do you expect from a beginner, a toddler a three year old dramatic kid trying to find that leader chaos has. Yes I may like to just turn some pages backwards, why not have a small grin and ode to a personality I was as a kid free ambitious, bold, and curious seeker like a gold fish. You know there’s an interesting fact about this creature, that even it doesn’t knows it’s own potential, it’s unaware of all the things it can achieve and the extend till which it can grow, develop and proceed. Don’t trust me, than why not try it by yourself, place a gold fish in a small bowl, the fish won’t grow and will remain that cute and timid to all extend. Now let’s play the same game a little differently, place it in a pond you will be amazed to find a masculine huge beast, a devil dressed with eccentrically huge fins. The fish has an amazing ability to adapt, to smile an...

There’s a park in the town I live and yes apart from the other’s it’s beauty is still intact because it’s a secret a well nurtured and garnished one. Isn’t it that  anything which is unknown has always find a way to intrigue us to impulse and generate a code, of that curious child one which won’t settle, one who refuse to be bounded by the monotonous cycle of predictability packaged as a life of routine. That child will explore twinkle rush and ask, that child would do anything to know which is and which isn’t possible. Obviously this can't be done unless you go, unless you explore, unless you see touch and ask yourself "is really it the end or just the beginning" . In between this park of curiosity there lies a swing attached at the end of the third world, with several trees planted back to it, a complete  forest of everything that's lost and everything that's searched. The forest of all your answers, the one where you won’t be ...

The evening beauty is hard to cherish Is it? Or it's you who has made it? Romanticism in the conscious, why not let's play this new game Wind does encircles me Tight enough to caress, yet not strong enough to fly Whom to blame the physical humane or the spiritual bird inside So did passed the lady in red Someone I couldn't talk, someone I used to talk Someone I used to know, perfect strangers as she would say I'm obliged Dear gold fish Wonder why you never complain or fight Why you smile when we converse Why you swim and dive in the solitary River Your abode of alone and lonely Fins of sympathy Our gifted problem of millennium, just can't close the eyelids and pursuit to slumber Can't sleep dwelled in thoughts of you, hatred and love plucking flowers predicting your moves I require moments and several moments of amalgamation Being combined and joined the distorted thoughts Finding ways every night to follow beneath, till the breath breaks Hav...

The journey of thousand puff begins from a single match If you don't go you won't know the answers your curious mind craves Why they do what they do, someone like me and you? Whole detour encapsulated in a lifespan, lifespan of that first cigarette Light it to ease your brain, slow your heart with the smooth drags you'll inhale Consuming and absorbing fumes of everything capable of seeing you dead Do welcome the smoke garnished like an old lost friend Make it comfortable and let it explore nurture and grow under the vicinity of your body Broken and swallowed, desperate for tangible signs of faith But can faith fathom the delicate moment of its own detachment? With every breath you exhale you exhale something alive Soon you'll fall in love, high in the fantasies of this beautiful exploit The stick which doesn't converse, the victim which never asks or complain What else you require in this bonding of master and slave The killer kills you slowly but it k...