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

Follow me Down

Stopwatch

Waiting for the night
So that I could open the cupboard
Stack some sense into it
And breathe pure reality
Live the day with normalcy
But the ice kept melting.

Shadows dancing by the darkness
Shrieks accompanies solitude
I heard those to my hidings
I fought those to my courage
But the ice kept melting.

These hidings are getting bored of me
The sitting space turns smaller
Music louder, though in order
But the ice, won't stop melting.

Spirit slips out, glass whispers to give up
10 years gone out of the closet
Nothing really changes
But the ice kept melting.

“She waited for the train to pass. Then she said, "I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.” - Haruki Murakami

Karma Tonic: Chapter 10: Grassland

and heaven can weight!

A little girl finds her long lost parents waiting for her in a grassland. Grassland that’s vast, grassland that’s dry as gold,  grassland that’s soft as cotton loaves, grassland that’s going to be her most cherished place from now on! She’d have anytime hated to come there, but then the glimpse of her parents widened her eyes, created a thrust in her scream and made her run like a kite across the field. She could see a beautiful pair walking into her, smiling mysteriously, holding a tiny bowl. The girl ran and caught the bowl, found a pink little fish sailing and swimming in her own space, passing squeaks while looking into curious eyes of the little soul outside the bowl. The girl’s heart then filled with tears, tears that marked the joy of meeting her parents, tears that flew never before, tears that told her tale of loneliness for plenty many years without them, tears that said ‘I won't roll down for anything now', and hugged her daddy’s neck like she’d leave never again!

Yes, heaven can wait, because heaven is right here in the grassland!