MIDNIGHT BLUE

You remind me of someone I have long forgotten You remind me of a story...Improperly fiction You remind me of a smile shadowed by your grin You remind me of a heart both broken and forged in memory lanes You remind me of a soul...So gentle and kind Mischevious and calm, dull and cheerful, the jovial and dark Gullible and innocent...A child by far You remind me of a Gemini... Too dwelled into the delusion of grandeur So narcissist, So mean, So caring, so tender Yet never close to my path You remind me of pain, you remind me of all the shattered beliefs A city A dream A lake A  boat and a storm of broken hearts You remind me of someone, I have long forgotten You remind me of a story... .A crime, A thriller, A mystery, A drama, and a biography By-Kshitij Sinha 30/11/2019

Dear Moavi I don’t remember the last time I wrote these words, but I must have definitely been as englightened as I’m right now. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to write. It’s been ages since I even last wrote as it feels like the person with pen in me has left it’s abode I feel that void it’s a broken emptiness, something I was so long attached. I wish he must be roaming somewhere travelling the whole Europe probabily which I have always wished but never could, never even in the path I see lying ahead and dear that, that’s something that scares me the most. TO not being able to achieve that. To not being able to walk those aisles which I have always imagined dreamed and desired. I feel so lonely surrounded by people as the idea of standing there even in sillhoutte amazes me. They say time brings everything closer and they say you’ll get all your wishes fulfilled with time as there’s a so called perfect timing for everyting yet they also say that time and tide waits for none an...