MIDNIGHT BLUE

Dear Moavi I admire the silence that this ambiance has created suddenly, like somewhere in this chaotic world a pin has been dropped and just there precisely there the whole world has stopped with attention to hear the noise it will create, a noise or rather say a piece of melody they have never even heard in ages.  It’s true that too many words make too much sense and I’m totally out of it today. It’s not surprising that I have come in your abode at such an occasion but on the other hand, truthfully I never left. Interestingly this time I’m not talking with you in darkness but this time we are conversing in a broad daylight, the light which is flashingly strong even for me to see. It’s been very accurately said that the perfect love is the biggest frustrations of all as it is more than one can deserve. "Distractions" so today are we going to talk about that, well I don't know my dear as I’m completely unaware of the destination I’m heading. I wake up everyday mis...

Far from lip to lip... There's a garden of Tulips  Under your vicinity, I grew under your arms I felt the coldest of snows mercifully allowing themselves to melt Yet every single drop of water failed to reach your surface Evaporated by the heat of your radiance Why so tepid and poised are your petals, why are your buds frozen like malice The soil has cracked with the thirst of broken dreams It's the curse on which you propagate The never ending loop, the incomplete circle of darkness Hanging in nowhere the high tempo of screeching silence Your end is still unknown Known my answers contemplating to form meaning from ages A game of distraction a slight mistake A self motivated jump from the over analyzed questions you never get I hanged myself wish you'll find something jovial in many ways  Don't leave your obituary to be pale Welcome to the garden of tulips, it's the death that roars It's only the death that never discriminates A garden far from...

The winter heat and the unfathomable memories I saw you and you looked back at me Why I ask, Why not rhetorically ending with a question mark here Why a why with exclamation surprised in an ephemeral joy of despair Dwindling in blankets the quilt we touched and the pillows we shared Singing it was morning's hour I wish you did and I know you cared Terribly dark our tale of shepherds I the sheep and you the master Like a leaf falling from tree No concussion no struggle Just the detached art of letting go, I ran and you followed Our roleplays our alibis, your tea boiled on higher flames No sugar no adulteration, my coffee simply grilled on ice Maybe that's all I ever asked Jingle and jingled the bells of humming sensations It's Christmas a decade of togetherness a decade of your humbleness Humbleness in the symphony of Chopin Mozart you admired and I trapped in Fur Elise Bethoven played and the banal eye gazed Explaining the hazard of piano to my cello playe...