MIDNIGHT BLUE

 Moavi, It’s me again you must be wondering why I have come searching for you on this deck sailing through Harbour Bridge looking for you as the sun-rays are departing the lotus temple, even I’m wondering the same yet somewhere deep down a voice echoed and commanded to search for you here in this paradoxical puzzle of memory just like a Schrodinger’s cat. A part of me thought our meeting was delayed and was living in a fabrication of completion, I thought the person I was looking for the one to complement and compliment was finally here, yet I was proven wrong again and I was left searching for you...who else if not you. People leave you at the most vulnerable times and people leave you at the moments you need them most my moments of happiness my moment stolen from myriad timelies to just absorb a glimpse of you in finite and the alignment for this moment in distant seems indefinite don’t make me wait further my ships is bound to sink in the deepest of waters for once I thought ...

The dichotomy of your palms and the selectivity of your eyes Why don’t you pull me close as the wind surpasses your emotions...numb, we elope in hindsight Serene river floating dreams surreal your head resting on the vile and menace shoulder of mine Do I even deserve you? My mind murmured No, the universe replied The dichotomy of your palms and the selectivity of your eyes As I pull you closer in the circle of time Your love resonates centripetal and the distance drives me centrifugal Yet the escape velocity could never follow the parabola…the energy the spark the moreish you and dusk where I reside The mass I engulf over the abyss of yours…and the speed of light in the continuity Dear your brilliance is making me blind… The dichotomy of your palms and the selectivity of your eyes As I swivel swindle and interpret the enigma of fate it’s the line of heart that has shot like a meteorite Stern and volatile vulnerable yet all but fragile Twkining in the silver lining of your tears somewhe...