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​

Karma Tonic: Chapter 19: Getting the shoes together!

A hiccup dedicated to all those people, who have been dealing with my shoe obsessions :)

My shoe rack stays in my knit box

Night & day with all colours of flip flops

Blue, yellow & mauve

Silver is always too suave

Aah, the brass and gold

Even if my feet is cold

I’ll wear them to my shower rides

And walk them into the jazzy nights

One after the other, the colours grew greedy

I’d pay from my nose for it, unless there’s some needy

While I lose the count, mom pleads,

“You’d tan those ankles, as the sun bleeds”

Hence, begins a new obsession of canvas

The canvas that flashed paints of innocence

Purple, pink & green

Laces that hung till I fell on my spleen

Running by the pebbles of lake

Soaking by the tides of beach

Climbing by the hoods of camel

One after the other,

Jazz of canvas played hither thither

Mommy smiled and sneaked out few

Gave them to little girls with a phew

Replaced colours with all the dues

I pretended that I didn’t knew

She believed that ‘I am cute’

And the life was always in hues

With all colours, right there in my shoes!

Karma Tonic: Chapter 16: Recalling a ripple

A lake that almost stands still, next to my little house. I felt the connection when I saw it first time.  I thought at first, this might be crazy, so I expressed this connection to a few. They’d smile and rub my hair, and say ‘we understand baby, we understand’. No, they did not, because I myself didn’t. Today, when I stood blankly watching this little water body next to my house, I realised the connecting point. It was him.

A little movement in you,

And I shiver in hope

The ripple that you flash

It shakes my heart

It reverberates,

Oh I know him

aah, should be him!

I know its lame

I know it’s unrealistic

I know it’s a poem

But I know it's him.

A single drop in you

Must have sailed,

Sailed all the way,

To me, to my silent love

I know you have that drop

I know you have that point

Where I can say ‘hello’ to him

When I spent my evenings with him

When I talked to him

About my affairs

About my non-affaire too,

Oh he listened,

He guffawed with me,

At times, he’d touch my toes,

Wash me wet,

Probably, to let the bondage flow

I’d jump off frightfully,

He’d push back to calm me down.

I’d smile, a little conscious

Then I get used to the wetness,

Then I get the message of the wash.

Oh, I know you have him,

Tell me oh little lake,

That you have him,

In form of drop,

In form of wetness,

The bay I talked to,

The bay I cried to,

The bay I lived by,

The bay that you have him!

To the sea, I spent my 7 months alone and calm: Miss you ‘Oh Sea’

Karma Tonic: Chapter 15: Story of Window

Caught the moonlight that bled through the corner of my window

While, I often sleep to the turmoil of my cringe

Aah, and the little oomphs, the groans

That disturbs the one sleeping next window

But when I say, ‘Oh David, don’t you worry

This cold world is not for you

So rest your head upon me

I have strength to carry you’,

David says, ‘I am already a character in Lazarus, don’t steal me!’

I insist, I Say

That I’d catch the moonlight that bled through the corner of my window

I'd steal the smile for the night

The dreams that hung with a desire

The dreams that hung with a hope

Though the older ones passes and breaks

But I still have the soul to catch

The moonlight that bled through the corner of my window

Oh, the chill passed,

Oh, the breeze caressed

And I caught the last beam

And slept to the coldness of world

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