MIDNIGHT BLUE

 Under your fallen leaves I had my bed laid  Under the crimson dried seeds of wisdom I lost my pen Your journey got defeated by a gust of wind  Weren’t you stood there harshest of storms…yet today the branch seemed distant  Why so pale my wise leaf why you have masqueraded in the Color’s of Harud  The river will soon be frozen the living will have their long sleep forsaken  Soon the meadow will be naked  Soon your entire journey will be lost in forgotten grounds Your tale will be evergreen yet who’ll be there to recite Cold breeze pathways of fog and mist A burning fire in silence…isn’t death the all you ever waited for Amidst the autumn why there’s sorrow  Amidst sorrow why there’s a fulfilling comfort You see it’s pain and discomfort and sorrow that’s poetic It’s there elements that make something memorable…not comfort By: Kshitij Sinha  08/12/2022

 Snapshots…was that all we were in each other’s life A picture of yours and a picture of mine  Polaroid of black and white…splash of colours and a glare of turquoise  One under sun one as you hide one to tease and several just peering the camera…holding the memories knowing it’s all gonna pass by Star gazing dismal nights twilight and sleepy nights Falling leaves…autumn in springs A moon hiding beneath the sun…A moon found by only you and me A window between dusk and dawn A pillow underneath tales not told To be lost in your virtue and to be found in your pursuit… Will you recite all the words you had said  I remember all just forgot the day you left Just forgot the call when it ended The sky was crimson the twilight was dark  There were mountains and indeed rain did it’s part A fire enclosing you me and the silence all around A dream of uncertainty... An orchid disguising as a lily Will you pull the blanket? Is it's only the warmth that I seek Waking up and fre...

  Till the time I was reading it…Till the time my eyes were stuck on the muse called you I was still thinking…still wondering…still pondering On the questions you never asked On the answers I kept on repeating As I look from my terrace suddenly towards the hue of crimson sky Cargo planes passing from my small abode in the busy lanes of Bangalore I tinkle what all you gave…Do I miss what all you took away? My inventory of emotions my cottage of affection My doors of attraction and my esteem of perception All burning in the haze of madness in the chaos of destruction What I was…What I’am…What I have buried and…What I have thrown All confined in a voyage in a journey of What to who to why to where Cargo planes passing over my small abode in the busy lanes of Bangalore You made me a patient…You made me a patient Patient of words, patient of ailments Patient of airports, mountains and beaches Patient of both found and lost Patient of dreams both fulfilled and missed Patient of long walk...