Sleepless Conversations

Shot during dusk in Kathgodam

A coughing night, and an insomniac figure

Walking by the living room, fidgeting for slumber

Moon dispensing the wit

Contending peace, tearing thunder.

Shaking the silence, I compete with the night

Cough & Kick, Cough & Kick

Rib Cage pounces in fright,

Staring in the mirror

I unbutton my shirt 

Ah, there it is, 

a bird cage ready to blurt

Heart gets noisy

Or maybe nosy?

I wondered what's in there

A dream in making or the one broken?

Hollow & devoid, I wished it stayed cosy. 

I seek another life wide awake, not too far

A tonga chimes somewhere, 

I guess door left ajar,

I tap the dead clock

And wonder what's the time?

A train makes a ruckus

Honking & chugging in rhyme.

I see stillness within the train

Figures asleep in oblivion

Heart throws a little tantrum

While train rides with no pain.

- Jheeni

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!

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 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 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’

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’