Riverdale

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 "the happy" ending
A lifelong traveler settling in the heart of my riverdale
A bubble of torn wishes Sliding over random disturbances
Seldom subtle problems.. My carcass finally giving up
Here I come... Do accept the way I'm my riverdale

By- Kshitij Sinha
5/8/2018




It's a deep dark blue night
Accompanied by solace in emptiness and poised moonlight
Sprinkled stardust and scrutinized spies
I get closer to you but farther proceeds the rhyme
Strech of melody expanded till eyesight
Luckily I'm blind, not by birth but by choice
Oh! Riverdale I sing to you again
Come and lift me high.. I desire to fall
High in the bay of milyway sky
Where i'll play with planets, revolve in orbits
I'll be my own shade and light
Discovering my axis i'll sing you a lullaby
My riverdale promise that you'll stay mine
True love is a hoax endless affection is a hysteria in disguise
Just accept me riverdale in your whirlpool i'll die
Don't scold me, don't be harsh, don't be cruel
I'm only a child
Lost in your dreams, lust for your pain
Craving for your empathy
Just cuddle and I'll evaporate with a smile
Riverdale my Riverdale
Is this a practical question?
To be sensible and lucid while following your voice

By- Kshitij Sinha
6/8/2018

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