Abandoned

Born to happiness

Raised to pride

Every boat sailed to tide

Creators smiled

Watched every mile!

The algae was slimy

The fishes, too horny

They’d hit the boat

Danced with Mr. Toad

Teenage on board!

Spilling water washed the edges

The boat was assured –

There’ll be more sledges

Gap gushed, heart choked

Boat sighed, God is one Bloke!

Storm subsides, boat revives

Finds a way back, every hope alive

Neither grasped a breath

Nor focused on death.

The Homeland was grave

The fishes played naïve

Mr. Toad lied upside

Creators were barely in sight

Was there any word like ‘Demise?’

A decade long tale

None bothers,

None remembers,

An abandoned boat descends

Every second is a deep slumber!

Life starts with the coffee and muffin, passes by cherry and yoghurt, dances along cheddar and wine, but eventually aborts when the night is on. Life is dead that night – Kaida!

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 26: Losing a Fall

An embryonic faith

Delving with time,

Vigour to capture

Beseeching a taste

Sun was loud,

Night was never a waste

Speaking of a story

The pages flew in haste.

Laughter to love, humour to hell

Chimes sang, dancers played

Mother smiled, children waved

Action-packed skids, cars to bet

Oh, the lyrics,

Oh the epilogue.

A pillow over a pillow

A slight shift of eyes

A squirming soul

A fear of losing the chapter

A fear of forgetting the characters

And,

A moment later: the tale just ended.

Just a kick in my heart, when I start with a book that affects my mind and heart, my mundane things, my belongings and my expressions: this one is for that few minute feeling when I am about to complete a tale in a book, in a series, in a film, in a real-life narration.

Stopwatch

Waiting for the night
So that I could open the cupboard
Stack some sense into it
And breathe pure reality
Live the day with normalcy
But the ice kept melting.

Shadows dancing by the darkness
Shrieks accompanies solitude
I heard those to my hidings
I fought those to my courage
But the ice kept melting.

These hidings are getting bored of me
The sitting space turns smaller
Music louder, though in order
But the ice, won't stop melting.

Spirit slips out, glass whispers to give up
10 years gone out of the closet
Nothing really changes
But the ice kept melting.

“She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.” - Haruki Murakami