Just a little more

Put a little more weight

I am sure you’ll see it

Let the palms play it hard

You’ll be sure to watch it,

Hold the breath

Widen the eyes

Tolerate the cuts

Let go the blood

Hang on to the wall

There’ll be a light

There’ll be a dawn

There’ll be a life,

Just little more weight!

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.

Karma Tonic: Chapter 25: Madari

A familiar voice …

With a ‘Whoosh’ added, it’s Him! Every time his epiglottis opens to pass a sound, a light passes too! A light that speaks, that shows, Faith. The trust-versed has roped in a bond that’s unique, love is quite obvious, without failure requests to smile a bit, a bit more, a wider one, and wider than ever. Each jump, each move and each step that is celebrated with dance and scream is mark of promises. Tiny glitter in the eyes will give him strength & confidence in you. And the heart spells

Is this a dream?

Are You?

Sharing is equal, so is bonding. The applause is shaking; the tears roll with joy & anticipation. The hand slightly moves above the tummy, reaches out the heart and asks the heart to stay ‘Still’, as the thumping soaked in joy might be heard by someone. The applause inside the heart might become public. And, with a bare spam of seconds, a thump changes the tone, to rashes and then howls, as the rope that was a bond has turned into a bound. The hands that were held in love are now dragging his trust with pebbles and thorns all over. The faith that had a name is now Nameless! After all, he is the ‘Madari’ (Conjurer).

main jamboora re

Karma Tonic: Chapter 24: Mumbles

Killing the spontaneity

It takes only a minute

The music killed the obscenity

What a way to die

Still an effort to sanity

Yet the failure,

I know that my mind is not in place.

Do you know me sir?

You are a spirit, I know

Then why not live in a spur?

It’s too talkative

So what’s with talks?

Drama!

I know that my mind is not in place.

Do not mock me

I am not a planet

Do understand me

Real feel, not so good

Do listen to breeze

It’s the inability

More screams, more hatred

That my mind is not in place