MIDNIGHT BLUE

Sleep sleep in symphony Sleep in sync and sleep chronologicaly With dreams of chipon playing on lunar eclipse On a full moon night ushering zeal in harmony Sleep sleep in the existence of warmth that autumn left Before spring arrives before the invaders thrive Sleep in this pure essence of emptiness Nakedness of nature and wild thoughts of settlement Sleep in the pursue of a passion dwelled in the longitude of belongingness Let the dreams intrude.. Let the watch tickle it's timeless melody The pearl you wore in solace of hostile fulfillment Let the demons thrash that castle of attachment Let the demigod watch without dareing to act Sleep with your head toiling for a comfort to land Juggle between ambiguities and let the rain wash all melancholy Let the lament and guilt follow... Yet sleep and sleep in nuances Carve the filigries and discover the jwel of love that your slef presents Sleep and sleep till you become one to yourself The purest of love.. Blessed under ...

The dragon breath Like a tremor sizzling middle of the night Like tremors resonating the stars above and bright I wished and I hoped I prayed and chose you above all My passion my ambition all dwelled in you The dragon breath Surreal is your nature, alone you left to collapse and struggle I did surrendered and there you forgot your unturned slave How just for an embrace a gaze I would linger To measure the depth of your eyes.. I was freezed forever Out upfront and defenseless.. I stood in persperation Motionless you left gifting denials, rejections and betrayals The dragon breath Slowly with audacity you shivered all the hopes I possess You were the epitome an ideal a paragon one I earned in solace From the moment I set foot on the punishable land You were there witnessing a known offence .. The memories that only spread pain I begged for mercy, Yet what was my mistake The dragon breath..... The dragon breath I mourn for you, I always have An unrequited love.. Aba...

The snake with the red mouth He saw he slithered and he whispered Coming closer in stealth...It leaped and hissed Melancholy undoubtedly imbibed in his politeness...Me, him and nobody else to be seen Still was I.. In awe and his admiration Such gray sliver scales and the shining crystals Fathomable eyes subtle like sparkling waters A fountain of anger... Inseparable, real or fictional Silently but slowly he wrapped me around Neither I resisted... The comfort of salvation I found Who I was, what I wanted and what have I become The snake with the red mouth Consummated in his poison. A venom of all the thirst I'll ever quench That bite reminded me of hills and creeks,,, A visitor from far and far away He kissed the venom of wanderlust and the shivering chills Sleepless nights and the long walks... Poetry and the smoked ajar A fear I forget in the rain-check of denial Peeking through the chaotic door he tightened his grip The snake with the red mouth... Supple an...

The reflections of pole apart... A happy soul trapped in melancholic park Park of webs and lies Who am I except a reflection I wish I could hide Who am I except a prey in predators vibe The reflections of pole apart Multiverse in myraid dimensions I wish I could help i wish i could part Never meant to meet nor we'll last Chase me till the extent of joy Who you're A happy soul.. Like a light in the dark Like a melody in silence of numbness I vouch for audacity I vouch for my destruction... It's too late dear Vulnerability has taken its path It's just a matter of time now.. It's a question of concern and aftermath that'll follow Vastness in camouflage.. Leave like a poison Slow but precise, precious and sublime You'll ponder your mistakes and I'll dwell on mine Certain arguments will follow... Formidable are desires Echo was neither yours neither mine I don't deserve you.. What I deserve i'll never find By- Kshitij Sinha 17/...

It's a calm and balmy day....So why I sense pain I slept well and long, yet why I feel stressed Isn't it the day we met, then why it feels so disatant I'll say no more everything seems good in retrospect So what if you drank mire today So what if you went out with your friends...I hate So what if you were dizzy and couldn't call back So what if I'm not the one who deserves your call...when you're drunk and selfless So what if I'm not the man of your dreams So what if I interfare into your personal being and space So what if I'm not the one you're going to spend your life with So what if our hands will depart today, tomorrow a month's way or maybe after several decades Or maybe they already did when I left the city..but lips forget to recite again So what if you don't behave the way I want or like the girl I once saw,met, flattered and fall for So what if I'm no longer the boy you desire to bend on your knees for So what i...

About the palpitating heart and the missing beats Who am I except words and the pages that don't meet //Who am'I except the thoughts of nothingness //Who am I except a closure that still awaits I have always wanted solitude that's the only thing I ever wanted to achieve They say Geminis are filled with duality That's a gift or curse? I can't differentiate as it'll be an injustice duality I comprehend Injustice to an ingredient that constitutes my existence I can't make choices, I can't completely risk, I can't crawl but I have also failed to run instead About the palpitating heart and the missing beats I wish I could be focused and I wish I could have been less random yet more practical and sane I wish to have failed less and disappointed more Who am I except a trail of barefoot and nakedness Who am I except a moon with no stars to glare About the palpitating heart and the missing beats I have always imagined myself trav...

Poetry has its flaws, a point far beyond perfection A happy man can't spell the simile Neither there's been a man without distress...doesn't in irony we abide  The carnal basal and the desires for lust The depravity of arousals and unmatched evaporating temptations Ever wondered why flashbacks are sweet Ever wondered why it always spreads pain... As everything is illuminated and my ink has lost it's glare The carnal basal from top to bottom The weakened beggar and I the restless chooser Gripped by insomnia why I dream so often From Copenhagen to Dublin, sun setting from Vienna Fresh morning rays showering from Zurich I was born in Venice and died in Amsterdam Starved in London mundane are wonders Who am I except a thought an Idea in dismay Banal and drunk memories, I fear to imagine again Tomorrow will be a new day and I'll run opposite A polaroid burning into ashes Selling newspapers, sweeping pollens, the servant you trust And a voice I have ne...

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(A note from the protagonist- I don’t think that I’ll be able to write today and it’s skeptic to see where the experiment is going as there were certain jeopardy in the previous article, the juggling between I and he was evident yesterday, slowly but rapidly I could see I escalating over the narrator, draining all the hopes and preparations for the day, depriving a deserved smile, as I is devastating and painful to look over I’ll try the extent I can go and will see how much progress the experiment has really been) Today I don’t have much to write as it was a pretty dull day a morbid one for sure and very less too take out as if the nectar has magically disappeared, the problem of element x could be felt uprising today however when I see Kshitij now he just doesn’t take much interest and the same could have been seen declining from the counterpart according to the theory and algorithms of the care he once received, mind was trciked suppossing to see a sense of fear and affect...

Ever wondered that why we keep reflecting on our childhood thinking how beautiful it was and how much we enjoyed it like we never wanted to grow up but trust me I do understand what you intend yet I always wanted to grow up and be independent. I always wanted to explore and keep exploring however that doesn't mean that I don’t cherish my childhood memories, although there’s a truth rather a question that we never ask... why we only remember only good recollections of our childhood? only the pleasant ones, ask yourself that maybe even in the darkest time when we have nothing we scratch those balmy strings. You know why? .....because they were surreal we were surreal no tiffs no quarrels no hostile just pure emotions where even nothingness was a luxury. It has become a routine now for Kshitij he wakes late rather say very late embracing the cuddle of the blanket and giving away at pity 11.30, got dressed early though old habits do die hard as I see. Today there was a slight c...

Today’s day was quite interesting. I’ll say it has certain twists and turns and for a second it even challenged nothingness it was a beautiful sight to see a man getting energized and focused running derived by the power of purpose. I saw Kshitij waking up lingering again as I feared he did put his alarm at the stipulated 9.30 but the mind has found a comfort zone of its own. Once I have read somewhere that mind is a very powerful machine and there is a thing called the law of attraction, testing it. It says that if you’ll desire something with all your concentration and focus then there are chances that destiny will drive you to meet it where the same book also suggested that there are two epitomes or rather say windows to encourage that thought. * First is the morning just after sleep * Secondly being the night just before sleep The two fragile windows when your mind is not completely conscious, and it lets the fabled idea to dwell into subconscious the creator of all unse...

Dear Moavi I know we are talking and now that we have begun let’s play a game a different one and I would like to continue this experiment for a week long. I hope that my laziness doesn’t take over and I could keep up like I have decided today. Now coming to the point the game is pretty simple I would continue writing our rendezvous or my journal cum diary for one straight week except there’s a catch and a pretty simple one indeed. Have you ever wondered that when we pass someone when we talk with someone we start wondering that what possibly they could be thinking about us and we continue making assumptions that maybe this maybe she liked my new haircut maybe they were thinking what an attractive color my shirt possesses. Ya you know what I mean and it does feel great when their thoughts and our contemplations match, it’s a proud feeling. So I have decided to do the same but here the transmitter and the receiver or they and I are both me in the following co...

Dear friends, colleagues and fellow readers. I was in a complete dilemma when I have to choose among a never-ending column of a student or to choose a complex and avid word of working professional, then guess for now I’ll talk to you as a profile of both….The journey from one milestone to other is different long and fierce but sometimes all you have to do is be patient and yes patience teaches you a lot of things and in this varying transition sometimes you may not like what you have received or maybe it can be too early to judge it. Yes, give it time and have a clear goal of your door to happiness as happiness can be anywhere or it’s just nowhere. After the completion of 12th there are several options and opinions where you want to go or where you want’s the rest of your life to see yourself or maybe you just didn’t know and that was the case with me. I was seeing people and my cousins excelling in their life and cherishing a broad smile, that’s I ever wanted to earn, live and smi...

Meet the raging Riverdale Slowly and slowly under the delusional city, do mind your steps As I depart, my soul prepares to melt Balmy day and crisscrossed legs Defensive my body... Mind ready to attack Leaving all your wounds open to bleed, flesh decaying in a single breathe Dear you're cruel, wrath like a bud in spring A miracle ready to expand... Layers of multiverse So kind and fresh I miss you Riverdale I miss our rendezvous with your fingers aflame Warning others of our forgotten presence Your broad chest protecting me A naive smile reserved... Like a sacrificial lamb My Riverdale my one and only Go explore win and conquer the trust of rebellious tears Tiny drops singing the hymns of your victory in no man's land My Riverdale my hope and prayers My envious gift my unwilling smile ready to flourish in bliss Push me from the height of my fears on the edge Promise I'll no longer dwell Bring me closer to you, closer to a meaningful death A cinema missing it's "t...

I know it's cruel... I know it's harsh We had good memories and we did our parts Changed is you and change is I The times were good it was better.. Yet here we went far I'll have to depart my dear... Dissolved in winds Deeper underneath the woods, deep underneath the brightest star Do remember me, my love, remember as a fresh loving memory in the dark Like a monologue, we both have been practicing A suffocation finally breaking into a fragile smile Tears will roll as it has always does Certain there are subtle limitations in being a human Exactly like the fiber in your sweater... It wrinkles and it decays The mind is a park and emotions rule this place In a far distant memory, you're mine and I'm Your's Forever is more than a word... It's a gateway of distant dreams we forget A shadow where nothing moves, you can touch and elation will lead the crusade Let today storm play with your vulnerabilities... I know this night will pain Hold your pillow ...

Day 2 of nothingness, so then why not part 2 continues and I was thinking the whole day about this particular moment this particular moment where I’ll try to bring meaning. The whole journey a whole day forced to form a meaning, a void to realize there’s a purpose and a subtle yet beautiful meaning in the art of waiting...patience and the desire to strengthen that something bigger awaits. The Connecting River/Lake There’s a singularity of uniqueness in all the differences that exist and the opinions that thrive to make sure that you realize neither all the fingers are same neither any of them ever wanted to be same. Just like a lake and a river where the river flows but the lake circulates among itself... it’s still, the river battles with turbulences curving and bending from one end to another it travels the unknown and unprecedented, whereas the lake relaxes being circular the end of all the curves...it expands and it diminishes it’s neutral and peaceful in a glittering w...

Why not? Yes, literally why not what’s wrong in trying again, typing and typing creating words and sentences knowing they’re captivated and not advancing anywhere, even being uncertain whether it’ll be even completed or not. Then why not just try think and what possibly could be brought from this vast memory called creation. The Dumpyard Kings We all our lives procrastinate.... "I’ll do this after this" and entering into a company was one of those fulfilled wishes, as without any aspiring aspirations all I ever wanted was to earn and earn a huge bunch of money...Not even truly knowing what money is in reality. But before I could have moved ahead there was a wall we all have to face called the fundamentals, well coming from a completely opposite background of machines it was a quite different experience, it’s not like I was very core oriented or I would have desired to be shifted in that are but in reality I was never into it, neither I extremely enjoyed what I...

Ever wondered what it's like to climb at utmost terrace A peak you have always been, A peak you could never achieve Like a dish..Stirred and blended with spices, still served tasteless  Hanging yourself to the parapet and leaving your body completely on the pull of gravity Feeling it getting stretched.. being reluctant  Yet loosing it completely today, just letting go these bones and muscles Completely burying you on the mercy of someone you never trusted.. Just letting go today just letting go  Sooner the circulation will be tampered the red liquid will shout in dismay and despair  So will mind as change is completely there forbidden the keys of happiness No doubt why we get used to this mundane lifestyle Whisper I love you.. I love you when all we know that everything will change  You'll blame me and I'll blame you, memories in dilemma that where we really lacked It was so good knowing that it'll always be bad..  By this time th...

Wear my whispers on your serene ears I'll say the magical words..as goosebumps will tickle on your velvet skin Laughing all the way down lynching all your pains Wear my whispers and melody of love will follow your ways Cacophony in disguise will talk talk slithering all the sentences I could never share Swinging over gullible moods charm won't dare to leave you Not all deserves to be discovered some are better concealed Our journey is an euphoria we'll fight as wrath is meant to overtake Whisper I love you in stormy nights whispering peace Whispering lullaby to insomniac like me & I Have patience my lady.. They'll advise and quarrel They'll tease and care but remember they'll be with you Wear my whispers like blankets in the most turbulent winters... You'll shiver and so will they They'll jingle like a song of spring.. In middle of December Dream catcher in worst nightmares, my spies, my gaurds Not humiliation but wear my whispers as p...

Saying she has changed won't be the perfect combination of right words to justify the situation to say she's not what she used to be is certainly not the right decision. It'll be killing a free bird who just wants to fly... Fly in the direction opposite to what would I have thought, far like a free flight which I taught her to forgot in my captivity. Isn't it that with time I turned into a hunter a poacher... Holding net of interrogations and dilemma chasing the positive side of life. Have I changed or the chivalrous falcon inside, it's something hard to describe. Where all I ever wanted was to glide, crossing mountains sea and rivers, countries to countries vast as a continent. I wanted to travel constellations but something changed... Something very trivial yet impacted huge, it's just not me... Or maybe it never was. Did I slowly but steadily enjoyed torturing you, when did I decide to change my shoes from a prey to predator... Seeing your loyalty seeing...

Weakening someone's soul weakening their motivation It's easy to weak the determination Isolation comes in various shapes and size Humiliation has no boundaries.. Just like a nursery rhyme Humans are a social animal, we talk we express We navigate and together we try, bound by common purposes.. Who cares if you life or die World keeps moving Remember your history only in the rotten pages dear you reside Don't resist don't hesitate.. I know you're feeling uncomfortable The chain reaction in subconscious has been initiated Doubt has already taken it's place We both know, we'll both pretend, we'll both smile And another morning will come chasing by Wear your mask keep your feet ahead Isn't this job necessary.. A career you have to build, certain burdens I heard you carry Oh! you have to travel I see.. Making new friends doesn't comes easy As in the end it'll be all same.. It always is Go go don't think much.. Psuedo poker fac...

Under the shelter of raining roof there's something in you and there's something in me Accumulation of thoughts and memories Bond you shared the belonging bridge just followed one eve You smiled and I whispered.. Slithering like snake The rattle of love struck and the flowers of October bloomed in January As the sound will echo.. I'll approach closer to you With my tiny feet of small secrets i'll be soon dwelled into truth You'll talk about my appearance concentrating on all I could never become As the light diminishes as the magic disappears The smile would escalate into laughing bubbles of oblivion Confusion to the enemy... Fragments of redundancy Our coexistence depends on trust I'll write the hymn but promise you'll recite.. Making you regret a lot,  it'sthe only rule i'll always abide by Never forget change is the ultimate constant.. Promises are meant to be broken Feelings nothing but a chemical unbalance of biased harmones I w...

It's not too old that I used to be a writer but it's been old since I have last written Since something worth admiring has emerged from my pen Or maybe it never did I used to feel empowered to express I used to convey feelings Disguised as abstract A drama of its own a world so dark and cruel simultaneously so true that it always pretended to be unreal Dwelled in the tyranny of prejudice.. Sometimes its better to be lucky then to be good Begging on the streets of heaven, the lucifer unknown from it's wealth The heart of tranquility did broke annihilated as you I was once a traveler a catcher of dreams in vague randomness diluted in inertia i glance the mirror.. A door of woven emptiness It's a feeling hard to describe dressed in the finest linen yet nobody to compliment hollow threads Pride simply washed away in no time It's a feeling of disgust anger and all the right reasons to rebel and fight It's an imagination a nebula, so jovial in an unexplore...

I'm  a writer and I'm a poet and as in the tenure of struggle I carefully lift my pen again Carefully not to get ashamed in my own eyes As beauty lies in the eyes of beholder and silence that's the rule I abide by My words don't rhyme anymore no message to convey as no transcript to be written and read again and again My works won't be immortal as my body has turned has turned weak and void Impringment of irony has refused to clot... My poetry now just gushes in wild Old wounds have surfaced again like the lethal submarine hidden in covert Like that little submarine which just wants to be visible I the broken reader on a single command ready to be slain Back to my genre of abstract... Please forgive me my dream Even in fiction... I failed to create Guess it's time for departure.. Slowly my ink tends to fade away A coupe of seclusions engulfing all I had and all i'll ever have No struggle no concussion just bending and praying... Dear hope, dis...

We both are different we both have raised ourselves as different You found the care of attachment in detachment I rather fought and rebelled I sought utter tranquil of detachment in the cage of attachment You'll always thrive in gropup and be happy and ambiable in your synthesized mundane world of friends and being social realizing you'll never be alone but were you lonely in the process of remarkable silence See I won't answer you have to answer it by yourself Don't peek that sharp at me far from alter ego I'm opposite you integrated still far from one I differentiated torn and thrown upside down divided in dillusion a misanthrope in creation I hate noise I don't dance in your placid harmony I don't cheer in your gullible lucratives I don't care about your watch of century, your jewellery of filligary I don't like people I suffocate in your so called meetings and groups Crowd of droplets are precious then the chaotic heartbeats I find y...

Love love oh my love You are an angel sent from heaven Wrapped in the disguise of a man long lost from ages Through the burns of hell, exploring the deadlock this mirage left Looking and peeking in your eyes of distrust Are you looking at me or the me present in everyone else A walk with your trembling hands or a nap on your shoulder A small talk from distant or an egregious step towards chaos of hunger Sometimes I wonder what you think Sometimes I question that how could you answer, before I could speak Love love oh my love Holding me tight gifting the hug of millennium Love love oh my love Whenever I dream why are you always there The warrior, the serpent, the sensation or the miracle just submerged in happiness Submerged in the elixir of my thoughts.. I wish Playing the strings of my soul like you always did Detached and absorbed the twin of intoxicity and the antidote I have lain awake listening to the rhythm of your beats So mild and settled Concealing several ...

Leaf leaf floating on the water Full stop the end to a tragic anchor An anchor restricting all the desires Going far away from me like an old bound fire One you want to hold, a grasp stronger than your thoughts Weepy and unhappy, only sad as in unwilling to smile What to say except to wish it comes back As if it were a nascent butterfly one in chaos and confusion Isn't it a merciless and menace feel to be far and alone A butterfly in pity, one which has lost it's way to home A swift blow as the poet went tired I tried as my hand's reach seem to extinct, no more coming back Just a cunning smile that's all it displayed.. Just a cunning smile teasing with a sense of betrayal Unless and unless I will and the poet sacrifices You'll be astonished to see the beauty in gifting what you loved most The chess board of glass, it broke and the glass of crystal scattered through my heart Pawn or queen reduced to a vulnerable sparkle.. That's all I see, that...