Karma Tonic: Chapter 37:Before I Go

So many thoughts, gliding each day

Pulled by the sleeves, past fell like a prey

Uncooked Pinki Swear, tossed in array

A year down yonder, love turned stray.

That lake by the house glittered like a ray

You were shining around the petals, it didn't look gay

Moon knew my fear, but it dare not say

Promises were high, like tides in the bay

Balcony was coy, whether night or day

An abhorring kick and it fell far far away.

Faith slumbered like needle in the hay

Blood benumbed, even churns during the day

Hurts till Sunday, hardly makes a way

A letter today, before I go away,

There’s a doorway in the heart

Where memories will always stay

Now you're telling me, you're not nostalgic

Then give me another word for it, you who are so good with words

And at keeping things vague, because I need some of that vagueness now

It's all come back too clearly, yes I loved you dearly

And if you're offering me diamonds and rust, I've already paid.

- Joan Baez, Diamonds & Rust

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Karma Tonic: Chapter 36: Cage on Pyre

Cavern of melancholy, raging for ages

Rummaging in sleep, fate in cages

Frightened to live, still heart blazes

Hunting for warmth, spending old wages.

A traitor to love, chopped in phases

Look at the barbaric reality, killing solemn muses.

Is darkness tired, is morning ready?

Stop that pyre on fire,

Oh you desire, stop being so steady!

Cage on pyre

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 34: Betrayal

“Life is short. From here to that old car you know so well there is a stretch of twenty, twenty-five paces. It is a very short walk. Make those twenty-five steps. Now. Right now. Come just as you are. And we shall live happily ever after. ”

— Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

A woman goes to an astrologer with a crippled heart and a scattered life. She meddles with her horoscope, and passes it to the astrologer. The astrologer stares at it for long and puffs his remaining breath onto the table. Mutters to himself and looks up the woman. He speaks for the first time, 'What do you want to know'? The woman repeats her demand in broken, unorganized syllables, 'Is this ever gonna stop'? The astrologer opens a huge flow chart with various houses of planets, popping in & popping out. He circles three houses in red and looks up at the woman with stern scrutiny, and questions 'What do you survive on.' She clears her throat and says , 'Well, I am a dancer'. The astrologer answers, 'Then go on with it. Don't try to look back, because there's nothing waiting for you back there. Don't look ahead, there's scarcely any light to see the route. Just go on with what you are doing and let the game finish on its own'. The woman appallingly gapes at the astrologer and asks, 'But, that's not an answer to my question! Why not have some normalcy to mundane things? I can certainly change things for myself. I have a heart that is brimming with love, courage that can fight any troupe to protect that love, loyalty that can shake the neighbour's dog and strength that can forgive my own murderer. I'll beat myself black and blue to be loved. I'll let go every fear to enter that dark route. Then why not'? 

Astrologer replies, 'Betrayal follows you'.