Karma Tonic: Chapter 30: Luck that crawls

A desire backed by a prayer
Bell rings and distance looks so sheer
Loads of joy, skating through a fear

Aah, there it is, lemme cheer a beer
Too close to lose, but clutch failed this year
Oh yes, your bad luck
Laughs at every tear.

You hold on to the rope

Never losing the left out hope

You fight, you float

You let the pain bloat

But bad luck still keeps a scope.

It rains, to your belief

The wash gives you a relief

Sun stumbles, it recedes

You plead till your knees

But guess what?

Bad luck still chuckles by the beach.

Heart is a beast

Always fancies the feast.

Fist of dreams, feast of grief

An inch of love, Oh what a piece,

Windmill halts, scream of beseech
Cream of misery, luck again halts with a screech!

Karma Tonic: Chapter 28: Lesson

A bond full of idiosyncrasy

Or was it some conspiracy

Believe it or not,

But,

What a way of Intimacy

A fistful of unattended promises,

And a fatal legacy

Just like regular dreams,

Dreams woven by Percy & Lucy

Or another shot of tequila

Dreams revealed now by hypocrisy!

A broken democracy,

Don’t need a shot

Let the omelette burn

Don’t wanna express

Warmth not desired

Oh Yes! An autocracy!

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.