Shelter

I am fear, cold and cliché

Mounted on Unicorn, dreams in dismay

Roads are broken, alternative lost

Highways guffawing, wrecked alas

Cacophony of soul tore the wind

Lyric in dilemma, repented string

Words are escaping, nights of irony

Gee, the Dead-end,

Life lives in mutiny

Homeless house, flutters in arrogance

Windows tremble, bare utterance

Silences and solitude, heart with hunger

Give me that word, 

that word you give me

Lonesome I scream

Take away this slumber

Gore

Enough to the core,

Mornings are buttered in gore

The thorns are just acting out on the fence,

Although they were plugged for defense

Wind is just scaring the hell out

Never thought it will spit and doubt

Rains were good, they were in thoughts

The water tricked, as salt barged ​

​Bittering the bond, the wounds aroused

The blacks and blues perch by the life

Elfing the hope, they never leave the house​

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I say, where's kind, bleeding in the swing

Stop pushing, the bonds just sting​

Of Doors, & Latches

Door ajar, wind afar

Cacophony of whispers

Aroused to the ink

Insomniac dawn,

Words in power

Pollen with papers

Barely rolled up,

Bland way ahead

Scarcity of thoughts

Heart shifts in drought

Hill in the window

Sun stapled perfectly

Tiny dewdrops, I say

Where’s my cuppa tea

It’s just another hangover!

Mundaneness

Just walking in the rain

Eyes fluttered with water & grain

Fear to filthiness, cheer to craziness

Life is broad, I am the happiness.

Water washes the spots

Gods tinkle the blots

Ruining the bad dream

I could still join the dots

Moon pays the pence

Cloud shook the fence

Candle roared in defence

Read my lips, 

another day on commence!

The Ganges’ Kick

Water was Fiend, made me pretend

Life went draught, when water came in tent

Shoes got wet, and feet would suspend

A stroke of betrayal, rivers came to a bend,

Love & death, got the distance apart

A rising morning and water came to heart

Chucked in elegance, Fight, Fight, Fight!

Broken Dreams, and a crumbled house

Days of distraction, an hour to arouse,

The Ganges was roaring, throat stumbled

Paddled to the past, rapids washed the grumble

Heart in mouth and then I’d never bumble,

Tides laughed, mocked at the attitude

Said, ‘Live it loud, kick away the solitude’

A million-times hit, the Ganges flowed in honour

Scared me, Washed me, memories took a corner.

Rolling back with bliss, I felt the life

The holy Ghats, and there was another fright

He promised to sail, bowed with all might

Broken heart mixed with the rocks, bones got tight

Alibi of the Goddess, barren land retook the flight.

Desert Rain: a barren warrior

 Dust and water,

Rafting together to slaughter

Killing time, mistaking routes

Close my eyes, water broods

Memories revamped, pals apart

Life to Colombo, heart in mart.

Casino on fire, life spins & mocks

Dwindling between the two fears

She waits at the dock

Wishes in rewind, an incomplete verse

Shivering the bones, Blues & Pinks

Aah, that blow,

Memories roll back in terse

Dust and water,

Blows with the storm,

Rebelled, compromised & caressed

Finally fall in a norm

Forming a duo,

The desert rain performs!

Karma Tonic: Chapter 40: Hiccup

A minute long hiccup

Was it scotch or buttercup?

A threat to scupper the night

Or a simple recall, lovely and bright.

Who recalls me?

A fiend, a pal, a lovely crush

A rialto in the past

The neighbor’s parrot,

Green and slush

Button up that minute

It was just a hiccup 

Karma Tonic: Chapter 39: That Word

Theory of head that turns mute

Whistle that sounds futile

Wind turns thin, recorded docile

Weight on toes, words are stuck

A push from the gut,

Why don’t you just duck?

Pay me some crumbs; I’ll lend you the word

Story in a pot, head to swirl

Dynamics of business, you sound so nerd

Hands fall in pocket,

Eventually,

Where’s that word?

Karma Tonic: Chapter 38: Nomad

“Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring.” 

― Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

Nomad in house, homeless to leave

Pack the childhood, lock that love

A town unknown, a scheduled flight

Platonic nameplate, bin to hide

A new land to chase let go off the chain

Lunatic on fire, in scrutiny of peace

Water to death, snake to fear

Oh my love, am I still here?

Look professor, something is still happening

Love to cherries, root to beat

Do you see the rope in the street?

Bah, I am no mad, a new retreat,

Fancy the peace?

Aah, I am nomad.

Karma Tonic: Chapter 37:Before I Go

So many thoughts, gliding each day

Pulled by the sleeves, past fell like a prey

Uncooked Pinki Swear, tossed in array

A year down yonder, love turned stray.

That lake by the house glittered like a ray

You were shining around the petals, it didn't look gay

Moon knew my fear, but it dare not say

Promises were high, like tides in the bay

Balcony was coy, whether night or day

An abhorring kick and it fell far far away.

Faith slumbered like needle in the hay

Blood benumbed, even churns during the day

Hurts till Sunday, hardly makes a way

A letter today, before I go away,

There’s a doorway in the heart

Where memories will always stay

Now you're telling me, you're not nostalgic

Then give me another word for it, you who are so good with words

And at keeping things vague, because I need some of that vagueness now

It's all come back too clearly, yes I loved you dearly

And if you're offering me diamonds and rust, I've already paid.

- Joan Baez, Diamonds & Rust

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Karma Tonic: Chapter 36: Cage on Pyre

Cavern of melancholy, raging for ages

Rummaging in sleep, fate in cages

Frightened to live, still heart blazes

Hunting for warmth, spending old wages.

A traitor to love, chopped in phases

Look at the barbaric reality, killing solemn muses.

Is darkness tired, is morning ready?

Stop that pyre on fire,

Oh you desire, stop being so steady!

Cage on pyre

Karma Tonic: Chapter 35: Incomplete

Locked to Oblivion

That husky voice

That fear, that choice

Enchanting persona that would take away my voice,

The name was ‘Daddy’

He sparked with no vice,

A bright ride in gypsy, and my soul was in slice!

Time grew, and came along,

'A dare to read between the lines,

A chance to love and revise',

When the pole dropped and then,

 ‘Incomplete Dice’

She held me fine, when her womb almost cried,

She kicked the pain, oh my ears almost dried!

My mindless inkling, to sniff, to smile

Teenage rumbling, still her warmth made it right.

Ghosts riding in the night, while her clutch was utterly tight

None could pull me, none could fright

Rainbows every weekend, till I felt it was alright!

When the train backed off the tracks, chuckled,

‘Incomplete Flight’