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’