MIDNIGHT BLUE

Wind... Your sudden disappearance has put me into dismay From questioning orion to a sudden dream of it The more i search you.. The more answers turn rhetoric The more i try to be dissolved in you The more you shatter me into pieces The colors so vibrant as monochrome overshadows my canvas of neverland Wind...it's you whose presence i long Wind... It's you with whom i want to elope Lost for eternity in Nowerign woods Wind... Either be all to one or one to none Either dwell into whispers or dive in cacophony Either you cry is dismal or exasperated in dejection Amidst all the bewilderment be a game of myriad permutations Either dance in the abode of lullabies or just have solace on your shrine A grave you dug and a grave you'll abide by By- Kshitij Sinha 12/12/2020

 Dear Moavi Are you surprised to see me here? In this transit to transcendent, as you wait to catch your train into a paradoxical dimension and I stand looking at you admiring you in the awe of you in my perplex bustling ambiance of numbness. An oxymoron is our rendezvous of the seeker and the seeking, you haven't aged a bit, holding your umbrella in whose reflection I see the sky under whose shelter I sense a comfort of longingness.  We are meeting after ages dear and a century has succumbed in this oblivion, myriad drinks I had smoking the cigarettes of the imaginative smoke, I often think about you talking to wind and whispering me in the midnight, your skirt swirling as the earth revolves a revolution in itself a season of ambient stardusts, your hairs sliding next to my windowpane as I peer deep into those eyes an ocean of shallow depths, whose measure is what I call unfathomable, I wonder why you keep pushing me away and yet being always there, in a world with ajar doors...

 Are you different or Strange Are you mad or insane? Are you a venom or a poison I'm dying to intake Are you a drink bound to be an elixir in all its stage As I stir you or as I shake the embrace Let's add a touch of logic ready to be renounced in every way Echo of footsteps Tic...Tic...Tic Have you forgotten the time an ingredient we all miss Two drops of anger and a pinch of longingness In nostalgia I'll reside yet in forgiveness I'll dwell Damaged dawn or an epiphany, a saga of twilight In dark, I'll prepare the champagne  Callous...Mere Callous down the lane A drink of hunger a quench of thirst Are you prey or a predator...Strangled in the trap of future mistakes Are you different or strange Are you mad or insane? Are you a clock lost in the consequences of rhyme Or a repercussion of myriad poetic device By- Kshitij Sinha 16/10/2020

Lived for ages...Died ephemeral times In the escape velocity of happiness Engulfed in the solitude of dandelions  Just a blow away dear...Just a blow and I'll scatter myriad times Lost in an ocean found sinking in your river Converged somewhere between Bay or Arabian Sailing in the backwaters of unknown Pushed far and far by the northern lights In a whisper, we'll meet and in the carnage, I'll hide A...An...The... You know it's the articles that I avoid Slide the curtains let the moonrise As the sun sets dwelled in dawn-dusk or sunlight Let is glitter... The water is shallow and mellow is night A touch of soft music and some drops of spilled wine While mesmerizing and conversing with red And you...Letting me drink and dive Somewhere near the marina... The lighthouse flickering under the Malibu skyline A blue jasmine ready to bloom in the mayhem of slaughtered genocide Let's paint the canvas...Let's splash the blood Mayday...Mayday...Mayday As I cross the Bermuda...

 I know you'll swim and slither Just like a rattlesnake...dressed as a golden Written in Times new roman and formatted in the calibri of old rhymes A drop of venom in Zurich Guilts breathing in Paris Under starry nights you talk of a simile...A metaphor I like Indeed, we both abide by the irony Separated by an oxymoron...Disguised in a rhetoric smile I know you'll swim and slither And still, you chose to pass by A pedestrian in a bustling civil street...Sliding in moonlight Isn't it dark? Isn't it noir? Isn't it cynical? To be and to not be scared of sunshine I know it twinkles, I know it'll illuminate...It'll hide under clouds I know it seeks you And I know...What I know doesn't count I know you'll slither and swim And I know you'll turn the pages You'll look..You'll peer...You'll scrutinize and you'll say "The ink betrayed this time" Whatever I have written isn't just an impression of void Markings of a poisonous b...

 A line A road A shadow and the clockwork reality chores An echo in a hollow cacophony...Bustling street and a slithering silence Your grin conveys that you have sensed my presence Slumber, Cinder, Menace, Vicious, and a familiar alarming rattle sways Cautious, Conscious, Protective...Yes my instincts warned and I disobeyed Infatuated I'm in your love My snake with the red mouth,,, Why so long did it take  My snake with the red mouth...Myriad whispers and prayers I conveyed Your agility, Your strength, Your grip, and the coldness in your glare Old and weary won't you constrict my dear companion I see a new wound blended with bitter and polite scratches Age has made you senile Exasperated in the perplexed dogma of an altered numbness So proud I'm, You have shed my old scales Shiny and vibrant the reflection of a glittering darkness The snake with the red mouth... in this dire melancholic cheerfulness  Indeed it's just us, you me, me you, you me, and me you The snake with...

 Letters from afar hidden-lost land An envelope so delicate and fragile The rubber stamp of my birthmark I left it politely and just there it melts Clouds over an arc of randomness Soon I'll let my conscious go Where am I ?  Where are you? Does it belonged to me?... Am I supposed to read? Do I even know that notorious art...which is thought to bestow meaning to random strokes of ink? Am I? or Am I not? Trees and hues as the azure sways Pleasant manor and the echo of vibrance The marbles and blisters tender is the blizzard of the first snow Why so anger Dear, why this wrath It's not love what I seek...I seek you I seek me and I seek that escape One away and one towards you Let's hitchhike that trail of dreams we talked about Completing that checklist of myriad bucket lists Let's whisper those secrets and bury them in blazes Lighting up that fire chiseling marshmallow Sluggish and senile my box of memory Singing tales of my balcony view Sweet and bitter, grapes and apples...

 My tears could have filled the cup And I was smiling as big as the sun My pupils were growing like a cocoon  And I couldn't lift my head over the pillow I was star-struck and I had wandered far...Far enough to be termed as lost I was absorbed in devour My breath had shot and I couldn't feel my lungs So she asked "You have to build your defenses again" And suddenly I could see bricks so crimson As I twirl my fingers over Ivys so fern The sky was decorated with the brightest azure And ocean breathed in turquoise  My abode was there...Where I nurtured and grew Those books, that fireplace at the widest window, Maple wood and my Mont Saint Michel I was the prince, echoed my footsteps in my fort All of me ideating as they proceed towards all the escape routes ( I secretly chose not to) "What is a wall?" She asked "What if not cemented bricks, up over another a never-ending saga" My shoulders were heavy...As if I got my wings back And my thoughts are wov...

Button by button…Unbutton Café terrace at night to stars tangled over Rhone Dated by infinity to be signed by you to be touched by you Ready to be blessed and to be forged by you Endless dreams under the Midas alchemy of yours Button by button…Unbutton A non-zero-sum game Willing to surrender for you Button by button…Unbutton So close yet so far…So fat yet so lost in you The garden of Dandelions, trapped under the myriad rush of yours Gazing you cherishing you Writing you, and day by day pulling you The garden of Dandelions…I feel so high that I can’t rise anymore It’s an addiction and it’s a treacherous swamp…Weather I move or weather I stay still All of me…Is there in all of you Under the roof of sunshine…Holding the quilt of your carelessness It’s so bright …That my pupils beg for darkness On a summer evening, you elate me with a gust of December Dwelled in the future..So vague so clear so vivid and so isolated The garden of happy hours and the ...

My most memorable moment in Accenture They say to be more vocal and they say stand straight and be bold they say to be more active and be curious. I, on the other hand, was a shy kid with huge dreams in a small world where the Jargons lead, after facing rejections and then bagging the offer letter of Accenture, the journey in itself carries a bundle of memories which in the end forms the bridge of new beginnings. It was a new city and it was a cozy stay seeing your fellow alumni provided an incredible solace, I never realized how from being complete strangers, we became peers colleagues, and above all a deary friend. It’s been two years since then and it’s still going on with a tepid flow yet looking back when I remember my days of C2C, in the blanket of those three days I see the best moment of my entire carrier. The echo of our trainer reinstating to call her Lata in itself removed the barrier of hierarchy and experience and just those words lifted me to a common comforting spa...

Sitting at the aisle of darkness Dwelled..contemplating the layers of introspection I feel so weak that I let myself go Look at my audacity... I dared to think that it'll be so easy to flow Convulged in the whirlpool of roses So immoral I stand...Mercy, I'm a parasite Tears...I wish at-least today you were by my side In the voyage to discover all of me How come I stooped so low... Look at my stubbornness...Once again I fell for a world A world far from my reach...Shiny glasses and the poor I My throat has dried...Not a single word today to hold me tight In the abyss of all, I could have ever craved for I lost what I feared the most...Indeed I lost hope Look up and look beyond Even horizon don't dare to look back anymore In this new moon sky...I thought I could possess the star so bright In this chaos of myriad dreams..I can't see the ladder I behold I knew it was inevitable I knew I was wrong..Still, I trusted the divine Once again...Why, Why I hav...

Do I see the mountains? A question I often ask myself... As a gateway to hide behind vile Do I see the mountains?  Stiched melancholy a parabola of affection bond and demise  It's easy to question myself and forgive me, Lord, for I have sinned  There are myriad reasons that I shouldn't have done what I did Am I evil... Am I wicked  Are my actions calculated to be menace?  I'll let an OKish heart decide  Human mind... Sailed by both Castor and Pollux  It's not just bipolar... It's even omnipresent sometimes  It thinks and it manipulates  Our discussions aren't just ours, they build an equation for themselves with its own variables and its own constants We start determined, focused yet end up entangled on the web of emotions Affection A simile in this world of metaphors  There are myriad reasons that I shouldn't have done what I did  Still like always I'll manipulate  I'll play with equation and...

Your hands your fingers Aren't they a midas touch of creation Wonders of divine.. So artistic is their smile  Moavi can i hold them.. Moavi can I feel them As I'll slid my fingers.. The ticklish you will smile  Your hands your fingers Aren't they a midas touch of creation Waves of oceans.. Soon I'll taste Atlantic on the waves of Pacific  Arctic under the hues of Sahara  The great barrier over my roof void of sunshine  My myth you're my creation you're Aren't you all mine  Flickering lights aren't you my domino butterfly  Your hands your fingers Aren't they a midas touch of creation Designed with precision.. A dam over Nile Echo in congo, resonating under your command  Radiant as your skin.. Beautiful is the mast Like a sailor over which I'll slide  Like a trek.. I'll conquer myriad times I see Mist my dear.. I see a valley of unheard rhymes All the paths say Moavi..So do clouds and stars so bright  Which way leads to you my creation?...

Dear Moon I look up to you today, I do see you everyday changing shapes and then disappearing in an instance and that whole night I look up to you yet even in those moments you say it's a New Moon Night my child new moon wheras as in reality you're just holllow a void a cellestial body who has just learned to illuminate. You have all the right to question my tone today the mood today the fierceness and the helplessness i hold today as when I look up to you all I have is questions and only questions, I feel pity for myself as how come you always manage to have a star so close to you and I on the other hand just posses a requiem. Indeed I have no right to compare as I even hate the idea of it then what do you want me to do is there a way to dive in this sea of remorse, to hold my breath in this strangulation or to even shed few drops of drenching pain, alas so broken I'm deprived of even expressing the pain. Nice game you have played indeed a curse to be deprived yet feelin...

The last bud left... Sighing relief in his last breath I hope he had a comfortable life and i hope he'll know how much I'll miss that beautiful part of his existence  Don't know where I'll be in the next bloom  Even alive or shattered to dust  Will i be able to make him proud  Or I'll be just forgotten  Couldn't hold you in those last moments.. Couldn't cure the pain nature gave Who am I.. Except the one who just grieves in disguise Who am i..except a happy face The moon will question with heavy eyes .. Indeed he was a better keeper  Then I was at any time  A better friend than me Your journey was always deprived of me .. who am I .. except for an empty empathy . A void in all those memories .. I was actually a void  Never been and never will be .. never perfect yet not present  I have stolen you from that powerful branch of happiness I tried to give you a little benevolent life  And in fact the same thing happened all the time .. I fail...

Breathe.. Breathe and breathe  Breathe underneath the ivy and breathe even when you're strangled by it Breathe breathe and don't let yourself loose Breathe.. And let me take you back To the silhouette you belong It's time and it's not late It's morning darker than the midnight quarrels Breathe breathe and remember What i said Change.. Change is the only constant And to care is to burn the abode you have build for ages Its raw it masculine its menace.. It lament Each brick of melancholy has your name attached You have dwelled here.. You have grown in this vicinity Breathe breathe and breathe The world is fragile and vulnerable you have remained It's okay that you ran.. It's ok that you smoked and its ok that in a trance you found what you lost all the way Breathe breathe and breathe I'm here consoling you.. As always By- Kshitij Sinha 1/6/2020

Let me pen down a memory Let me pen down one.. Where there's no you One where infinity exceeds to singularity  And two souls ceases to be one A link to all the links.. A bridge to connect all of them  Let me pen down a valley  Where there's no mist.. No snow No river of ambiguity.. Nor any mind seeking oblivion  Let me own down a me A carcass of no hopes  Let me pen down a melody Let me pen down a song Let me whisper it into your ears A song of pain and despair  Let me talk to you... Let me see you Let me look eye to eye  And for once and all, allow me to leave you Free me from this cycle of life and death To born.. To bloom and to degrade  Let me pen down a soil Like sand.. Always ready to slip from my hands  Let me fly and let me fall Let me engulf the zenith.. I can't be horizon anymore  Let me.. Let me.. And let me Let me loose a thousand times Over the victory of yours By - Kshitij Sinha  19/5/2020

Conversation between them She: Sometimes he sits on the terrace stargazing, Deeply fallen for I do not know t whom: like he makes me fall for all his art. I stare at him. Like he is staring at that empty sky. I grab his hand, point it towards the darkness and then towards me, telling him I am his star. He: Who is that he.. Is he or is he you Is he everyone around.. One trying to weave his dreams on the rotten grounds Does speaks or does he hears.. Is he even alive or he does stares... Staring at hollow nights Where I'm not just a person I'm a myth.. A star of skipped sleep She: You say I am a myth, And you my love, are a star of skipped sleep. You slip into the mornings;  And I slip into some more darkness. They say stars are the past we see, May be that is why, we shall meet at the distant horizon, where the sky touches the sea. He: A montage of crimson yet pale sky Aren't we all ill.. fallen over what he have and what we'll never possess What is an horizon.. Except a ...

Shimla.. The comforter of distressed and an abode to dejected Shower me with your mercy I long to roam your streets... Again and again As the snow kisses your pavements  On that December ever, caressing mall road I'll peak from the ridge of longignes  Beholding your beauty...like a teardrop I'll evaporate  Climbing the hills of Jhaku  Eloping with monkeys... A trip till oblivion ends Under the mesmerizing architecture of Rashtrapati Nivas..  Do allow me to rest Biweldering over the circular stairs  Tiptoed I'll search for my echo  Elated at the zenith of Christ church ahead  From Sankat Mohan to State Museum At scandal point.. I'll dare to dream Dream of kalka apples.. As our toy train hover over the never-ending bridges String of pearls from Summer hill to Garton Castle  Peaks of Kufri.. And the giant yaks Gazing with a cold stare  Shimla...My queen of hills  Let me be in your service under that moonlit December night Under the she...

This is me and if you are reading this…..then that surprises me. Question – How, how did you land here? Now that you have, I’m really delighted. Soon you’ll be crawling through the pages and you’ll realize you are meeting a deeper portion of the ubiquitous depth where the me tries to meet the other me. And all of me just juggling and struggling to be that me. There are many faces to that me and I am named Kshitij. The me with an identity. I started writing amply long back, on the roads we were traveling, packing and unpacking…..the first poem wasn’t much of a joy neither were the ones forgotten by. I love to travel and in-fact I have found that it’s a trait which unlike words you can’t write… It has to be listened and listened from the core of your heart. Well they say it’s an urge and so it is…Alphabets, words, sentences, paragraphs and prose’s  diving and diverging into myriad separate paths…Isn’t what life is, random thought and doubts witnessing the void of time engulfing the m...

There's a difference between dreams and delusion There's no pride in prejudice  And there's a silence in hunger  There's an echo in the cry of longignes  A resonance in destruction  What writers have different from others Except the ability to rendezvous with words and pain A shallow dive into oblivion Only what's broken can be healed  Being fragile is to be weak You can't let your pen bleed.. It's a war Its a curse.. It'll make you weep under auroras It'll cheer you up as the autumn breaks  Its not just ink taking shape over wood pulp It's the energy into motion  There's a difference between invasion and to rule There's an ongoing coup over my thoughts  The toxication you left and with the suffocation I beg for truce  Envisaged the past.. Stranded I see my future  All it takes is an idea.. A rebellion of present All it takes is a thought.. A revolution of dead Ready to be reborn By- Kshitij Sinha 10/5/2020

Today I heard your voice after a decade Same nuances.. Same genuinity.. Same empthy of longingness  Today I dare to cry... Today I dare to weep Deep down the retrospective memory lanes  Same canteen.. Same coke and the same slice of that sweet dark forest  You in red and I forgetting your name That abode by the fountain  And I trying to find the reasons to play with your hairs  Let me kneel down and let me propose you again Take me back to those days As we'll cross the temple.. I'll buy you roses again and again  To make sure thorns are cut.. I can't see you hurt in anyways "Change is the only constant" I wish we were... But we aren't same Today I heard your voice after a decade Same nuances.. Same genuinity.. Same empathy of longingness  Today I dare to cry... Today I dare to weep Deep down the retrospective memory lanes  In loop I'll hear you.. Syncing my heart as the melody sways  Today I'll dwell into a happy place.. Today I'll dwell into...

Silence in itself is an answer Answer of all the questions I couldn't ask  Answer to all of the questions you couldn't reply  We both stand on different paths today  You care for spring.. I long for autumn  You the pilot and I the carrier Carrier of all the luggages.. Luggages of hopes Luggages of lament and betrayal dressed as my passengers Silence in itself is an answer  That I was wrong and you were right  Silence in itself is an answer  Of all the learnings I had learnt Before my clock ticked and commanded.. It's time Before melody left my orchard  Before being you.. Instead of I I see my retrospection.. As ocean turned into mere droplets of water  Evaporating and diminishing to an existential point  Loosing all it's vibrance and being bitter to a state Where taste is just a misnomer.. Centuries of a never aging wine Yet suddenly all of my thirst has died  I see moon caressing my soul under introspective lights  I only see ...

Caffeine it's playing with my head My nerves have ceased to exist..  And my conscious it's either wandering or it's lost In a wonderland of tomb and graves  A garden both barren and arid.. So clearly now I see dreams Getting crushed and fermented.. Stored to bo aged Hibernating in the jar of longingness  It acquires the taste of wine. White, Red and Shangria I myself have picked Zinfandel grapes Am'I drunk.. Or it's just Caffeine playing with my head My nerves have ceased to exist  Dopamine, I command your presence  In this vivid radiance of numbness  I feel venom in my veins.. Am I paralyzed  Or there's no will to move this lively remain  Caffeine it's playing with my head My stitches are losing it's threads  And my wounds are ready to shout and tell I fear of what may come and what will vanish  I fear my eyes will open and it'll be all that I have imagined  Suddenly I feel being on mountains  Witnessing mist sailing as waves ...

Not asking you to kill.. Not asking you to commit a sin Just don't bring him to my door  Among solidarity as I weep Consider me just a human.. Can you? One with a heart and one with a soul One whose anxious and one whose afraid Can you consider me as a part A part so close to you A puzzle dwelled into shedding autumn  Rising winter and the one struggling in summers  A link to monsoon and a gateway to all your alibis  Not asking you to kill.. Not asking you to commit a sin Just don't bring him to my door.. I can't afford one anymore  It's broken it's shattered.. I no longer have walls  I no longer have an abode  It's cold and I'll shiver down the memory lines I'll sail over the vows and I'll sink in daytime  A voyage I'm leading on my own Not asking you to kill.. Not asking you to commit a sin Am'I really a human or one just pretending to be alive By- Kshitij Sinha 17/04/2020

It's the 15th day of the month Shaban Auspicious as your name.. Forgiveness which I can't grant Dismay and Dishonest...A promise of no harm It's an end to all of this, precisely at this moment I'll part Shattering all the vows, A dagger in the heart It's the 15th day of the month Shaban Let me cry.. Let the tears build the river A river of joy and suffering, A river of pain and calm Let my faith be written void of your charm A boat of melancholy.. Conspired to be sinked in dark It's the 15th day of the month Shaban My wazu will be pure.. All hope to live for is the morning Azan Empty the ample stars, hollow the echo A calling from far Free me from your thoughts, let me fly away from your songs A melody of lament stimulations How are you... A question before why, when and what As the say and I quote "Most valuable things in life are most helpless" Mercy.. Mercy It's all I beg for It's the 15th day of the month Shaban By- Kshitij Sinha 9/4/2020

Sometimes I see you as a mirror Sometimes as a door ajar  Sometimes a shadow... And sometimes a broken glass Sometimes as a smoke loosing it's direction  As it juggles between day and dark Sometimes I see you as a road.. Sometimes as a lost path Like a leaf, like a window Like a water, like a thirst  Like a poison.. I so dear to quench  Ephemeral as you were...  Sometimes I see you as a monsoon  Hiding my tears, under your metamorphical charm Sometimes I see you as a cage With no chain or walls Sometimes I hear you as a whisper  Whisper of promises, vows and a beat of heart Sometimes I see those lanes...Yet no you to walk Sometimes it's less about who you show But more of who you hide from  Sometimes I hear the echo of the earrings I bought for you  Even from the ones I stole from you  Sometimes they ask.. Are you Happy now?  By- Kshitij Sinha 29/03/2020

Night and day, day and night Wavy sky.. Sketchy times, simply passing by Empty roads.. Shallow cries Dusky shades of earth as it buds to smile  I see more green.. I see more whites  I see colors in a lake which was always dry Night and day, day and night Few words less to complain  Less greed to comprehend.. A selfless echo Brave and isolated in sunrise  Night and day, day and night  A step on the brink of crossing the line Comcious heart.. A biased mind Quarantine.. Quarantine.. Quarantine  Who you are running from?  A freedom you never realized Or being with yourself  I, me or the so called Them By- Kshitij Sinha 19/03/2020

As the night hollows As the shadow crawls Let's cross our paths in that unknown Let the eagle fly.. Let the water dry Let the carcasses come back to life Let's hold our hands in that miscarriaged womb Would you let me dwell into tears Or should I hide in broken dreams Let me caress your hair in those curly steaks  As you'll close your eyes... As a wind I'll vanish  Let the tide be high Why not to let the moon rise Let me be your sorrow  Let me be your pain But have me as a misnomer One you'll easily forgive By- Kshitij Sinha  4/3/2020

As I slid my face below the curtains Placing the timid head to be bestowed upon your light I realized.. I'm awake I'm alive and I'm conscious  I think I feel and I remember your presence  I admire I dream I wish to crawl and sneak Seldom I find myself dwelled into deep thoughts As I see you dive into slumber.. Searching for the reasons to smile Washed into the splendour of numbness  Where it echoes and where it's you, me and the moon rising through foreign eyes Kind and unkind.. Loving and unloving  Detached and absorbed  Absolutely perfect like your emotions  I me and the lonely sky No stars to twinkle.. No dawn no dusk.. Just the twilight  Cold breeze.. Empty nights, a long walk  Listening to Moon rise Our song and you, my beauty my creation Moon rise a burden of unrequited dreams Moon rise a goodbye you made me feel  As I slide my face below the curtains Placing the timid head to be bestowed upon your light  Have I seen enough sufferi...

Where are you....My absence my void My pain and my desire to survive My melancholy and my lament cries Where are you the dark nights the dejected moon and the emplty skies Cold winds and shivering winter of autumn slides Tired legs and barren land embracing with goodbyes Where are you...Pounding heart on the bridge of stroke and a will that already died Intimidating the fragile and the shy I never was and never will be the one giggling the one smiling and the one injected with joy No more closed spaces no more enclosure...Rescue me from this plague of the free mind Lap of happiness is not my comfort The shiny broad daylight scares every inch of mine What that remains...is torn clothes and the cracked glass of Zinfandel wine The profound beauty is a sea It's sharp and pointed..yet over that pain, I want to stroll with time Your memory is sad..It's shattered and vandalized Yet it's precisely where I want to stay and confine Closing the doors for brightness r...

Slowly the world will turn into sadness Slowly the sky will turn into vastness Slowly the kites will cieze the horizon Slowly but slowly you'll know who I'm My Rolex watch my benz car My hilltop suite my my ringing wadoos.. My armnai suite and my empty rooms  My barren land my arid forest.. Leaving just a graveyard I own  Sowed with broken dreams wind chimes of dark melody  Slowly and slowly at the shore of dead sea Let me float float to the eternity Away from you...away from me Away from my fears.. Away from your anxiety Calm in meadows like a foggy cream Too sweet to taste.. To broke to lick Out of all the months... It's lament November November I don't remember but I remember By - Kshitij Sinha 26/11/2019 

Dear Sulu...If I may Sulu...It's not just a word Sulu is not just a combination of four alphabets it's a tune and it's indeed a melody it's my defination of affection care and love a prose I was not able to completely understand and a chapter I tried the most to get rid of but never can, Yes I miss you and yes I wish you were here next to me holding my hands placing your head on my shoulder and your warmth radiating as your lovely bvlgari smell. I wont lie and why should I..as i was strolling on the colorful streets of Ahembdabad with kites roaring the sky it reminded me of a promise I made to you and yes dear I meant every word when I said I'll come and i'll meet you yet things didn't went as planned and I lost you somewhere in between the lines i lost my most precious possesion I lost my home as you would have said, but as you say love brings freedom not possesion and I was stromg, i was very strong and strong enough to exploit every aspect of your wea...

Like wave she flows Like thunder she moves Like shadow she hides and Like melancholy she falls Like river she rises and Like creek she talks Like threads she bind and Like winter she grows Like smoke she smiles and Like feather she goes She's mine and she's yours.. She's a dream and indeed she's a thought Bit wild bit weird.. Bit untamed, Bit broken and a Bit formed Bit detached and a Bit absorbed  She's the reason and she's my religion  No doubt an atheist I'm called  An artist.. A sufi A poet Like truth she smiles and with honesty she lies Take care she said... And it's care that I lost  Like wave she flows Like thunder she moves Like shadow she hides and Like melancholy she falls By- Kshitij Sinha  6/1/2020

Bitter taste pungent smell Dusty roads and a nostalgic land A lake so calm and placid.. Some birds tweeting a ballad of happiness  Certain rhymes resonating her dusky hairs Memories... Memories that's all I have left  Bitter taste and pungent smell A smile so pure.. And a glance so cold Twinkling stars and a longing road  Flickering shadows melancholic songs  A language i don't understand and a tongue i forgot  Splattered the ink splashes of red and vibrant greens  A walk over manor Wavy grass... Soft as an echo Who am I... Where was i Am I lost or am I found  All I see is enlightenment...illumination and darkness around  Bitter taste pungent smell And million eyes scrutinizing behind iron bars As the rain falls as the season juggles Over leaves of shroud Dead carcass over runaway.. I'll walk the autumn as the spring shouts Swing of loneliness and petrichor hovering in the crowd Meddled in melody and melted in euphoric sounds Am I loosing it.. Or ...