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.

A Cup of coffee

 

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The first cup with you, has the feeling of anxiety & anxiousness,

Which is a little strong on the tongue but light on the heart.

I have this feeling of not knowing what’s across the table,

but still peaking over the fence, trying to get a glimpse of what lies beyond those beautiful eyes.

These moments demand the right choice of words to spark that conversation,

But with someone like you across the table, all the words are the right ones.

My eyes brighten & my heart softens as you speak about yourself,

I sit there listening to you as I mentally tick these check-boxes in my head.

Within a few minutes she seems to be this girl whom I have always pictured,

who’s always on the move & moving on to new things.

Now I end up playing this guess game in my mind, trying to know what she thinks of me?

My quest to know & discover her, grows with every passing day.

As i try to initiate things, I’m summoned to let her be and give her some space,

So I stepped back, letting time work its charm,

hoping that someday that charm will work itself to me.

To this moment I wait for it,

I wait for her to ping me or call or to hear the sweet melody of her voice.

Oh! how I wait for that moment.

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

A friend

Everyone needs a friend

Everyone needs a friend

A friend is someone who others appreciate
someone who can be proven lucky to the other

Someone who can be the shining light that your friend would need
and who would be present at the time of need

When someone close is shot down by an uncertain incident
be a friend who will gather the feathers, put it together and make sure your friend flies again

A friend is he who makes his journey with his peers a memorable one
Someone who follows the joy of others and makes it his.

A friend is like a silent song who doesn’t belong to anyone
but instead opens all the curtains in your mind

Make someone lucky to have a friend like you
and be pleasant across all seasons

And just like every season has its own charm, so does a friend
Be a friend who can undress someone from his/her sweater of worry

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.

The beach

PALM-BEACH

 

Like the beach you are
Calm at all time & at par.

You invite all with open arms
& provide them shade under your trees of palm,

like the wind you blow me away;
with happiness you fill me until I sway.

You mentally take us away
when life leaves us no way,

In a world that crushes our hopes & dreams,
you help us look at life in a different theme.

You refresh us like the morning coffee
&help us to inculcate an everyday hobby.

The treat that you provide our eye,
help us believe that this is where happiness & euphoria lie.