MIDNIGHT BLUE

Once upon a time….Well I never thought it could be a perfect beginning of any piece yet it has always been a beginning a way when you have lost all the ways, won’t brag here that a beautiful trip was planned today my friends from different branch and hostel have cordially invited me on it although cordially is an exaggeration, the trip was planned to begin from 3 in the morning and for a person who sleeps late at night I thought it wasn’t a tough task at-all but who knew that my eyes and subconscious has a different plan and as you can presume the rest of the plot I decided in the night to have a power nap, a nap which will eventually win a coup over my mind and body to declare me powerless huh an irony just passed by and no one noticed. I slept they called me numerous times with my phone next to me my alarm shouted continuously but the entire process of failing was planned and I just fell on it, waking in hurry and regret realizing all the dress code I was prepared from a fortnight ...

The bridging garden is wisest of all, menace the most  Belonging to all but possessed by none Shouts the most listens the least and what it says remains out of reach The stairs changes as per your perspective Welcome to the intolerant and cruel welcome to the provider and snatcher of well-being Up to you the decision to cry,  Up to you the blanket of lament or the euphoria that survives Welcome my priest and rabbi, welcome dear atheist it's all an illusion An illusion that begets and abides The garden of ambiguous hierarchy where the soil isn't sowed for you Moisture a luxury you may never prevail, it's a transformation from debonair to delirium In this garden, the gardener never cares a journey from Stockholm syndrome to Pygmalion effect I do feel pity for you yet the pure joy is a treasure hidden only in this atrociousness You don't belong here neither do I, you'll soon leave, I the gardener trapped in the paradox of time You see me and I can't feel...

Pretty songs and pretty places and the tempest hovers over pretty me I the gardener of love I the symbol of affection I the gate of lost oblivion I imbibed deep in you a single entity camouflaged in multiverse of creations Pretty aura pretty fragrance pretty texture and pretty is the image of you Find me my beloved as what you seek is seeking you The garden which is yet to born yet to live and yet to die Deep beneath the deep blue sea, see the radiating you fondling your memories of mine  The garden with only to give sensitive and fragile don’t touch caress instead Pray for a life hold the gift of divine a failed attempt on the verge of taking shape The garden grows only if you want, the flower blossoms as you breathe I know you want to leave, the exile will accept as the conscious overtakes Before Genesis bow to nemesis, the garden of lavenders is where it all begins  Kings and beggars virgins and harlots all under the same sky... the utter p...

Let's question today that why people do things and what they don't why they cieze in between and why they move with a mind empty and barren from ages a mind without any work to think about i feel mesmerized while saying that I'm at my greatest lows empty and estranged by my own thoughts abandoned by my pen the dullness just forbids me to write sitting in the ground of misinterpreted philosophies i see people some unknown and some supposedly known why I'm not playing with them i question not a kid anymore the conscious replies i were i that different as a child ok it wasn't that of a rhetoric question guess and reply as being a reader i give you that privilege of choice not just about me think about the person you know most think about yourself alongside take a deep breath a breath crossing and maneuvering over the evergreen decidious let's take a deep let's cross the road not taken and let's sink along my vibe did you saw did you saw with the treacherous...