MIDNIGHT BLUE

 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...