MIDNIGHT BLUE

  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