MIDNIGHT BLUE

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