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.

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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.

Mind View

Mind View

Once in a long time you take a look into your mind,
What I’m greeted by is this virus infected dungeon which refused to shutdown

So I take a walk in my mind with intensions to explore this dungeon with a torch in my hand,
Every step taken fearfully leads me to these songs played by a band of skulls & bleeding veins

There are ample of dark creepy alleys I came across,
some were lonely and some were occupied with thugs and goons.

The chuckle of a baby reaches my ears and I immediately hurry in that direction,
only to see the sight of a baby being choked to death and sent to peaceful eternity.

The pull of gravity thickens as I’m drawn to the darker areas,
is this the evil inside me or is this evil ME?

At the other end of the horizon I see a man running towards me,
Oh, how happy my eyes were to see that sight.

Little did I know what was to follow…..

He approached me begging me to kill him & relieve him from his misery
I lift my gun to put him to rest

The amount of pain seen in his eyes seemed like the reflection of my inner state.
As I man up to pull the trigger, he speaks effort

Even with that excruciating pain,
he pleaded me to stab him with a knife and turn it all around till I relief him from his life.

Terrified with fear I move quickly but slowly,
moving forward one trembling knee at a time.

A loud cry originates in the opposite direction,
so my feet swiftly move towards the sound with intensions to escape.

A white light invites me to what seemed like the end
rushing through time I push towards the light

When I get there the light disappears & I find myself descending in a pit filled with more snakes that I can count.

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.

A broken hearted dream

heartbroken
A dream with a broken heart
only ends up by waking up.

It’s like rolling down your bed and down on your knees
& the next moment you can hardly breathe.

Dreams are as broken as your heart feels,
& time is just the remedy as it heals.

Sometimes it lasts a night and sometimes a weekend
if feels like saying goodbye to a friend who never leaves.

To fix such a dream is to fix the heart
after a point you feel like you’re throwing punches under water