Heart over mind

violent love

He stood there beside her,
looking into her eyes and smiling at her.

She looked into his eyes while he carves his name on her skin,
She looked at the blood flow while he smiles at her.

Not a single expression on her face but a blank look at his name being carved,
He seemed to make her his, by one way or the other.

She looked at each letter of his name being carved on her skin,
She saw the marks and the blood but yet had no feelings to show.

Her eyes were with him and with every word he craved on her skin,
but her mind was with the man who took her heart away long before she realized that it was missing.

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The tale of Tim’s tail

 The tale of Tim’s tail

Tim views his life through the hole of a straw,

& it seems hazy, weirdly colour coded & mostly raw.

Most of the time, he is lost among the smoke rings of his mind,
but, it’s not due to his repentance of the dreams and people he left behind.

At times, in order to be socially accepted, his mind tries to get a grip of reality.

Tim’s repetitive failure of doing that, has now become a part of his personality.

People judge him confusingly between ‘being misunderstood’ and ‘not understood’ at all.

& for some people that might possibly be the biggest tragedy ever.

But Tim, loved that, he loves the fact that there isn’t a label made for him,

That can be stuck on him & eventually be a describable tag that we all get.

This makes it difficult to know which bottle he will fit in,
his likes are so versatile, that he could easily live as a well mixed cocktail.

Time hopes that destiny & the universe will command him to take a route in his life,

for which he is ready to go anywhere, until & unless the destination in unlabelled.

He’s constantly searching for that tail which will write his final tale,

for which he is ready to sign anything & make any deal with the chief or his tail.

Tim hugely believes in Omens & good luck,

but he finds it difficult to identify them, which for him is as good as pulling the plug.

He does surely have hope in his life,

but he fails to know what he hopes for, certainly not to be cut by a knife.

Tim still feels that he is entitled to have a tail for his tale,

Which will mark his end, before it’s time to kick the pail.

YOU & I

You & I

You were the one who told me not to stress on us & let it be,

So i started looking at life with the hope of a brighter possibility.

I still remember the day we got in touch with each other,
Which was initiated by one of my blackberry brothers.

My best moment of owning a blackberry (geeky reference) was when we exchanged pings.

It was almost magical to see a smile draw up my face when I read your replies to my pings,

moments like these were the happiest & also the time when I’d hear the sweet sound of your voice.

Since then, I’ve had so many memories that just kept building up in my head,
Memories of all the moments we had, memories of you & me.

You & I, are still one of the cherished things I have,
I’m so glad you did not allow me to label it.

It’s things like these that make me look up to you,
& some how it feels like, my life’s got better since you’re a part of it.

The thing we have is hard to label & I love that.

It’s like the dog I had while I was growing up,
Whenever I was harsh & reprimanded him, he’d go away & be sad.

But the moment I’d call him, he was there filled with joy, love and happiness.

I could tell you that, you’re the brightest star in my sky, but I won’t.

I’ll just honestly say that, you & I are like the only 2 snowflakes who always get along beautifully.

The Spiritual Man

spiritual man

The Spiritual Man

This is about a person who does things for others rather than for himself,
he believes in a higher power and the universe.

According to him the only distraction in the world is ‘GREED’
He believes in making the world a better place than it was before he was here.

Trampling people/feeling under his foot due to the running clock is not his thing.
He spends time with people because he wants to & not because he needs anything from them.

Every sunrise for him is not just another day,
It’s another chance for him to spread more joy, love, & happiness than he did yesterday.

In his lifetime, he has met a lot of people around the globe
but with every look, he tries to see the good in people rather than the other things.

His eyes are now drying up, as finding good in people is like finding stars in a well-lit city
that big, soft heat is now hardening due to the ungratefulness of people around him

He still takes on every day with the hope of changing things in the world for good

You may call this ‘Spiritual Man’ as perfect/good or any such names

But the truth is that this amazing person doesn’t exist as a whole,
there are bits & pieces of his traits in every person.

But we still won’t lose hope & will continue to encourage such people
because hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things & no good thing ever dies

That Journey

journey

As my eyes open I see the path ahead being heated by the sun,
I want to be greeted by shadier patches of straights or curves.

Just like the summer is what the whole year is all about,
Similarly this journey is all about those few or many shady straights/curves.

Oh Lizzy, how I miss you at such time of bliss,
As I still look at the empty seat beside me.

I entered our memory lane which was full of pleasant/shady straights and curves

The more broken lines of the road I cover,
The stronger I believe that we still have a rough patch rather than hitting a dead end.

My windshield was soon slapped by the green light,
Now I see you driving ahead of me with an occupied passenger seat.

I may drive my dream but you’ve got a family,
And I’d give all this up to get that back.

I deal with my loneliness by helping people along the way,
But always end up with a flat or a break down.

The radio too has not been good to me,
As it refuses to offer food for my soul.

I compensate for the radio by reading your notes and letters,
Which I stuck on the dash board and the radio.
I might have a moment of relief and peace as I pullover to the gas station,
Time for a refill and offer some refreshments to my ride.

Be back……

You

You

It was you who spoke to my heart,
your memories will always be on the canvas within, just like a perfect art.

It’s not the beauty of your eyes or body, that makes me week in my knees,
But it’s the simplicity of that beauty that brings me down to my knees.

You’d take care of me like a little puppy, when I’m sick,
now I’m done with recovery and wait to fall sick real quick.

I should be lucky to have had my time with you,
those memories in my mind are beautiful like a flower covered with dew.

I seem to find excuses in the form of news to share,
because no matter how petty they are, when I tell you I see in your eyes that you care.

A moment of thought is the best way to spend time
even the thoughts about you in my head are in a rhyme.

To yourself, you are one in a million,
but to me you’ll always be ‘The one in millions’

There are times when you are the oxygen my mind needs to calm down,
through all those times you make sure that my face is free from a frown.

Sometimes, it’s hard and it’ll get hard to breathe but just hold tight,
for when open your eyes I’ll make sure that the sun is shining bright.

When I opened my eyes I realised that,
those words are now dull, memories are faint and my thoughts are gradually getting flat.

May be in reality the chemicals were improperly mixed,
and the situation now is way out of line to be fixed.

But I will always have hope for things to turn out as written,
because there is a crack in everything and that’s how the light gets in.

Your Reflection

your reflection

You’re the sweetest person I’d ever meet,
You’re someone I’d long to greet.

I’d replicate  you one day & make many more,
You’re an integral part of my core.

You’re the closest to heaven that I’ll ever be,
& you’re always the reason for my glee.

You form poems barely with your words spoken,
To me those poems are always pieces of small love token.

I wish you had the slightest clue,
that being different & angry is not what you always do.

You calm me down when I’m hyper,
just to show me how to make things simpler.