MIDNIGHT BLUE

Sometimes I wonder what if we engulf the future memories over past experiences, what if we just wrapped the two dimensions into a single thought perspective resulting into one eloped dwelling present, will it make sense, did anything ever did. I don't know still there's no harm in trying. Recently I went on a trip, a trip of this sleepy town called Coorg, crossing over the manor and lush green fields, crossing over pups lakes and the charming faces. Still, I was thinking about you it's not a case of always rather say 'subtly seldom', still far more than a blue moon night... I adore you and I admire you on the cruise of my sweet blasphemy where I mischievously peek and glare at you finding reasons to glance at you, the imaginary conversations where I talk with you. I wish I could describe what I'm looking right now is surrounded by coffee plantations far more different and versatile than I ever imagined, the huge estates a tiny pocket of paradise on its own flu...

It's just time Is it? she asked Yes my darling it's the time we depart Depart from a euphoria...Depart from an age Depart from a wind-down long and past the memory lanes  Summer and a cold age of emotions maybe an extended roller-coaster ride Night chills, hue mornings and dusk kissing the silver lines Who am I to judge who am'I to describe Look above Look beyond  Look wide and Look deep in the sunshine Like wind, I'll flow a maple leaf floating mid-air in the sky Cherish, laugh and let me also smile Are we good without each-other? What's wrong in trying Dear Rain, don't let your petrichor be too harsh on your child You remind me of someone I have long forgotten You remind me of a story...Improperly fiction You remind me of a heart both broken and blind By- Kshitij Sinha 11/07/2019