Karma Tonic: Chapter 18: Ten Years in a Window

Ten years gone, with one train, and one life,

I still remember the days of anonymity,

When the stars appeared from the same window,

The sun smiled from behind the lil hills,

The lil hills that were covered with bright greens,

The bright greens that sprouted on tress, fields & bushes,

I felt the fields called my name,

I felt that the humanity hello-ed me,

My childhood danced to the miracles of this lil window

This lil window that hung to this ever-so-long train,

From where, I could see hay-huts,

Huts, with presence of life,

Huts that flickered in ambered oil lamps,

The amber flashed hope,

The amber that almost expanded in every 10 meters,

The amber that smiled in the entire village.

As each village passed,

I could almost feel a warm eye-contact,

With every amber-filtered hut dwellers,

I was thrilled, and the train’s whistle added to my stature,

My stature of thoughts,

I was thrilled,

I was smiling,

And the window halted,

I knew it was the train,

Well the belief said it was the window,

As if I sailed with the window frame,

There was no other world beyond this window,

This is the same window that acquainted me to hope,

The same window that played me a company,

A company of green-ness,

A company of severeal amber-lit huts,

I was filled, I felt complete.

As I have grown old,

I have seen this thrill and joy breaking,

Letting the bushes pass,

Letting the river flow underneath,

Watching the bleak fields,

I raised my eyes to the sky,

The sky that was hidden,

Hidden with the rubber rim of my window,

The sun that burnt passed the two layers of the same window,

And made me pull the curtain down,

Halt the show that played along ten years,

With the disappearance of anonymous figures all the way long,

The train no more whistles,

Or maybe I can’t hear it no more,

The amber-ness of the huts have turned silver,

It hurts my eyes, it hurts my hope,

Bah, the days have gone, ten years have gone,

Greens and hills have gone,

And the window just throws me back in a reflection!

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