MIDNIGHT BLUE

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