MIDNIGHT BLUE

Draft…The first and the last I look at you the white solid page with myriad gradients Shades as you reflect the light and that tindle effect as I brush the dust over you Dust of words proses and verses that could never come out Dust of our secrets and my monologues…I told you about my first kiss I told you about the tepid rains I told you about holding hands I told you how easily we connected and how from promising to be each other's How easily we would fight again and again How even a trivial discomfort felt like a vile addiction How from being homes somewhere down the line we both became bishops You covered the light and I had to inherit the dark From being the one to someone I used to know My Draft page I wrote and wrote...to burn some to let some tussle with the wind only to find their new purpose Some sailed my alleyways as the showers and tears convulsed into a single existence Some shattered like every single glass which reflected my image Some preferred to remain blank and ...

 Stone paper scissors…Dear Moavi in this street full of pebbles and nails somehow I could walk in the sea of the dead the water tastes sweet and yet I’m drowning... holding to you grasping for you, reciting your name in all the breaths so shallow... there’s an endless depth down below yet I’m drowning towards the sky where you have brought what you have thought what you want to convey why suddenly I can’t see no more. It's been ages since you last lost... once near the train once near the Charles bridge once you were decorated in polka dots and once it was raining cats and dogs, why it’s so magical to have you around why time stops and why you vanish all my seconds and hours why it’s only minutes that I get in your realm why there’s shadow and why it’s so dark why  I can still feel the air why I feel breathless all of a sudden what you do to me and why I asphyxiate to be annihilated by you. See there you are laughing again there you are…I wonder if you pity or you smile for ...