MIDNIGHT BLUE

Like a slow drizzle beneath and underneath the lush green manor  The sound of joy in the cacophony of dews Will you slide next to me as it rains over petrichor? Will you slide next to me... Unwilling trapped yet always choosing to refuse  Today it rained in the mountains  And it's been raining from past decade  The air so arid…the trees stuck in an endless autumn  It was supposed to snow and yet again it rained in the mountains  Abstract, metaphors and a colourful exaggeration A recoil from the bullet that misfired  To be dead and never willing to be alive Yet craving for a dark sugarless, tasteless and the bitter sip of black coffee  To dwell…to dream and to imagine simpler things To be the wind…whispering the stories that never began Was that all you were to me ? Just a misguided expression, a trivial smile and a flicker of missing memories ? Was that all you were to me ? The rain I was never a part of The rain I could never feel The rain that w...

 For certain trees, autumn arrives earlier Some bloom as the leaves shred to dust  Some observe and some envy Some pray for the season to pass and some sway naked with the breath of first wind Some cry in the shallow winter of January...and there I bloomed in the melancholy of June From mahogany to the finest teak The cheer of cherry and the warmth of rose Tall sturdy and I the floating mangrove My roots tangled and my vines rusted and solemn I long for your touch my soul both broken and crushed The winter heat and the shade imbibed in the warmth of sun Hollow from within...will I ever be called someone's home A nest of nightingales an orchard of tranquil  A cry of newborn...First flight of nocturnals I speak and shout...shrouded and crumbled in a womb so dark Didn't you realize...Didn't you witness, I wonder that you even acknowledged I was freed only to be captured by your selfish arms For certain trees, autumn arrives earlier Mine kept me awaiting...Mine was snatched I...

 It's the same windy road that I walked yesterday and the day before and the day before all the days...It's cold it's hollow like a dive in shallow waters. Did you see dear Moavi, what I did there...I tried to add poetry to it. It really feels like poetry had left me long ago, I just keep trying to hold to her and in that persistence, in that abode of the falling leaves, I hope I'll reunite with her in autumn again. I wonder where you have brought me today...yes it's cold and it's a long, narrow, and winding road and yes indeed we are in the downtown alley of castle street. It's not easy to find this particular street neither everyone can find it either but I did. I may fail in mystical myriad ways and things, I may complain about the exhausting days and nights yet I found the castle street and I'll be forever proud of it.  Midway the stop where the last bus left and midway to the stop where the first bus is yet to arrive...A silent deviation with a note...

 There's a winding road that there's a darkness that surrounds Let's bygones be bygones and let's wait till another holocaust  It turns in ambiguity and ephemeral is the abyss The path leads to you and the path is incessant   You lived a life I wished for and you lived it without me A life where you smiled and darling you have smiled after myriad rhymes The shades of pastel and a caress with blue nail paints A canvas of shivering old pages and the smell of chamomile boiling from ages In midway, I stand...Midway the windup bird chronicles Afrodasicac...Cheers to Bon Appetite The droplets, The river, and the fall A shelter under chaos, even the sky isn't the same for either you or I We stay together coupled under clockwork...You talk and I listen  The more I seek the more lost I found Amidst the rain of emotions, it's the seclusion where I hide To embrace...To hold you dwelled in a singular time You lived a life and you had nothing to hide Who am I to you...I live...

 I see you with my eyes wide open The numbness the calmness and the echo that follows The drizzle and the mist...The walks and the empty hollows It's dark amidst this chaos albeit in the end...I witnessed the reflection alone I don't have the answers even the questions are shattered I see a me fading away and the rest following...Was I good? Was I atleast a good human even if for a second was I lively as your jovial smile Was I better or just another broken tableau I hear the wind sing and I chose to be strangled as the water broke It wasn't you it was me...I want you to have me remembered as your firstborn I was your child; Indeed I was their clementine  I saw the world...Imbided in the comfort of your womb, I caressed the twin With joy and elation...I chose to live, the only thing I asked and the only thing I could ever want Yet... As truthful as the door ajar I was born and unborn In a glimpse, in a flash in a flicker I saw and unsaw, I learned and I unlearned I felt and...

 The incessant refutal of negation has lead to kindle rhetoric oxymoron I recently came across this concept called as the morning paper, so what is a morning paper? Indeed a curious question to ask, well as the name suggests you take up it as a challenge and then it becomes your friend to whom you share your blocking, your thoughts your desires, and an inmate intimacy of mindfulness. Sometimes I wonder what if I was born in Prague Zurich Amsterdam or a place so joyous, I wonder how the life would have been would I have been in the same place as I’m now? In my dreams I have imagined myself sailing, swimming diving, and exploring I smile and I’m in that perfect picture frame as they call it’s picturesque it’s splendid and it’s spellbinding. it’s free from vulnerability and it has all that ever matters. it has me. In that utopia in that perfect world somehow I’m always alone, you may ask Dear that it’s an imagination after all. I can put anyone next to me, a happy soul who looks u...

For an instant, I thought I have lost you For an instant, it was raining cats and dogs here In an abyss, of ashtray...Ostracized by oneself In the land of none...I found myself As they say...." A look into the abyss and the abyss looks back at me" Separated, Segregated, desolate in a chase of you A spectator witnessing from the distant I waited for your laughter and I cherished your anger Your sorry to disappoint you and I spilling the beats away I contemplated and consulted, stating you are occupied  In the stage of the world, there are a multitude of errands ones go through everyday I looked and scrutinized you in the silhouette of Bob Dylann Darling, it's alright don't think twice...And the hurricane swelled Over a pile of ashes that still burns...Scented candles devoid of their essence Rhetoric as the kiss that never happened...Pardon my naive altercations I fathom and absorb, I search you in the fragments of the glass that never break The door ajar and the arid w...

  The incessant refutal of negation has lead to kindle rhetoric oxymoron I recently came across this concept called as a morning paper, so what it is a morning paper? Indeed a curious question to ask, well as the same suggests you take up it as a challenge and then it becomes your friend to whom you share your blockings your thoughts your desires and an inmate intimacy of mindfulness. Sometimes I wonder what if I was born in Prague Zurich Amsterdam or a place so joyous, I wonder how the life would have been would I have been in the same place as I’m now? In my dreams I have imagined myself sailing, swimming diving and exploring I smile and I’m in that perfect picture frame as they call it’s picturesque it’s spelndind and it’s spellbounding it’s free from vulnerability and it has all that ever matters it has me, it in that utopia in that perfect world somehow I’m always alone you may ask Dear that it’s an imagination after all I can put anyone next to me, a happy soul who looks ...

 I see you in smoke...Everyday in fragments I let you vaporize Drifting away like a melancholic sacrifice I wonder where you float wonder which paths lead you to divine Yet there you are in morning rains, teasing with petrichor like a lullaby Knocking and drizzling on my window panes Communicating. levitating, chasing, and settling over the dew A mutiny, a refutation of incessant negation...Just a solemn passerby My rainday antique...A tour to detour Swayed with your presence, carved with sophistication your single malt with ice The road not taken, the path to nowhere...A hidden seclusion Lo-fi on the radio tonight Forbidden drums...The gramophone stuck on the rhetoric compositions Let me take your coat...As you change your shoes, the door ajar welcomes with a smile The monsoon in November, wind channelizing the dandelions You have brought spring into dusk...Dimmed lamps and changing lights It's all planned yet it isn't thought out Usher will guide you...Dried in the waters of ...

 Tender lights twinkling turquoise  Your lips so soft, the poison of rebirth you imbibe Why I feel a misnomer all of sudden...Why my wings are so lightened with burdens Here I'm standing under the shadow, shivering underneath the lamp that flickers Losing balance like a butterfly...To steps left and a foot right Will you stand so docile and close twinkling like moonlight? It's fare thee well are you ready to churn the shrill goodbye An ode to my ordeal as we have practiced myriad times It's a subtle splendor melancholic night...Just as planned just as asked Precisely calculated in the multiverse of void Yes my dear...I'll be dressed in black and white Holding tulips eloped in your fragrance of lavender...Captured in an orchid vine In the gardens of vermins desolate of appetite At the confluence of the silver lining of separation Your angst is justified your despair is tinged with clementine In my dreams, you paint...yet coloring monochrome was your choice I'll hold ...

 The leaf you hold the veil that keeps you secluded Soon I'll be blinded in the disguise of alliterations Desolate the decorum of lights...What it holds and how hard it tries Consulate of the spectrum, like diamonds you reflect the trial It flickers...It ushers before ceasing to finite Docile, amiable the unfathomable stood to be kind On the curves of doctrine, evolution triggers its rise Tick tack toe... do you hold your gaze like you cherish bygones It's going to be a vivid shivering November my joy of fall A touch of hurdle a breath arouses over maritime North of polka dots cosmos under the rippled sky Balance has been hindered entropy exceeds the threshold Apologies to barge in uninvited Will there be a meltdown? a nascent inherited rhyme in the rhetoric oxymorons The leaf you hold the veil that keeps you secluded A swamp of riddles...Not today nor tomorrow Not yesterday not day Old roses and cigarettes... We were wrong You and I By- Kshitij Sinha 6/5/2021

What makes you... you?  is that the carcass we abide our souls in Is it the mind that plays nasty and ruthless tricks Is it the heart that pounces blood in our veins What makes you...you? is a question I have failed in the fathom to comprehend  Is it the printed cellulose fiber the world has agreed to be accepted as currency Is it that charade act of kindness you term missionary Is it the zeal to rise up when there's no choice left...The failure you term as hope What makes you? consistent what makes you persistent When it's procrastination that you persevere at The feud of broken dreams and in the pond of jealousy and envy you seldom reflect optimism What makes you...you? when in order to survive you're ready to shoot Are you a patriot or that's the threshold of gullibility where your slogans don't excite you for mutiny Deep down you're weak and easy to be manipulated You're vulnerable to the idea you masquerade with passive aggression I know you shouted and...

 A solace of ambiguity and the betrayal that follows The cigarette you began with and that last drag....so void and hollow So dismal and dejected a thirst you swallow...A quench you hold to A closure that you haunt a path long gone and forgotten An ambush disguised as mutiny...A coup of structural dichotomy You were there and you saw it all...You rattled and tenderly you slinked I wonder what brought you here...The snake with the red mouth A nemesis I long witnessed a genesis of my burnt creation I knew it's you...Till the dismal vicinity, it has always been you That fallen golden leaf...Those arid winds...A wild tranquil chase and the starry night of brittle flames I'm ready I said...Isn't it the moment...The moment you await The vicious poison of affinity...The ordeal I beg The gloomy eyes...The scale of cosmic lines...Fangs stone cold The split tongue of emotions...Whisper the harmony of lost and deprived You said it'll rain...you said the cascade of monsoon will bur...

 Dear Moavi I see her on the ephemeral moments of evaporating droplets, It’s a struggle to hold or to let go... yet all I could ever do is to observe and comprehend. "The friendly dove" is shy and brave. "The friendly dove"  is naïve and capable to camouflage in the shades of masquerade. It’s been a long Moavi that I have written to you, hold you, or even look up to the fragments of you, radiating a spectrum of monochromes to be resonated with contrast and longingness. Our last conversation had me thinking….A monologue breathing on the 32 nd day. I wonder how your trip to Prague must have been, does it really reminds one of “The Castle” or it’s just another fairytale. Yes I know you could have been anywhere but my imagination had you settled over Charles Bridge, smoking an epilogue of cremated ambiguity. I’m glad that you had pulled me to a café terrace at night, under the canvas over the lights. I had always dreamt of this place, the progression panorama as it...

The shuttlers of dichotomy In a far distant land crumbles the peace and harmony Order...Order...Order Adjourned the court, convicts on a running spree Survival of fittest and a surge of monopoly I'm half dead and I'm partially alive I'm broken and within the span of a breath...I'll unite You don't believe me...Do you?  The sky today bestows all seen and unseen The more I run from her the near she is to me She's like death A rattle and fangs a maneuver that knowingly I don't understand We converse endlessly...A witness and prosecutor amidst the jury An ode to my obituary a glance at the mortuary A rendezvous of all the nightmares a playdate with nothingness  The shuttlers of dichotomy In a far distant land crumbles the peace and harmony Multiple stab wounds and a dink with arsenic They say the knife was sharp...yet the blood coagulated Forensic told it was a snake bite Homogenous venom a curse of lifetime We are on a crime scene Waiting Waiting Waiting Waitin...