MIDNIGHT BLUE

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 ...