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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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

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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 like you

A friend like you

A friend like you

 

She’s unknown as a mystery & yet as open as a book

She can spin the sour mood away from your heart,
A breathe of fresh air is what she is

With a voice that touches your heart,
She is one who always has a special place in there

Like the sun who shines on the moon,
you too are always there for me.

At times I feel like you & I can dance through all the ups and downs that life throws at us,
When I speak/talk to you everything else just goes quiet.

In life we all have chapters that are very close & dearest to us,
for me the chapter of ‘You and I’ is going to be that one.

This what we have is not worth the label of ‘goodbye
The sizable time that we’ve known each other already seems like ‘forever

For me you are that friend,
Who will always be my sunshine after the rain.

In Your Eyes

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I see something majestically beautiful
Every time when I look into your eyes.

The feeling of always being yours forever,
Is what I experience every time I look into your eyes.

Like an inhaled drug you stimulate me,
Every time I look into your eyes.

Every day I gather courage for the day I see you leave town,
I could drown myself in the tears that my eyes let flow down.

It doesn’t matter if today or tomorrow is the last day I live,
only because I know where & in whim my love was found.

You make me somebody,
with the looks that you give me.

I’ll take you through the maze of the map I’m gazing at,
with the looks of your eyes that change faster than the moves of the cat.

In your eyes in where you store your unconditional love,
your love is the most effective remedy.

They say the first look is the lasting one,
but the looks from your eyes definitely leave an everlasting impact.

Your eyes are so beautiful that every time I look at them,
A wealth of prettiness is what I find in them.

Rains

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Like the rain you fall straight from the sky,
Just to cool the earth from the summer heat.

Like the rain you come down with great authority & power,
To be obstructed by no one in your path.

Like the rain you refresh all vegetation around you
& all you leave behind when you go is a greener earth.

Like the rain you fill the rivers and lakes so that people can quench their thirst throughout the year,
These are the same people who curse you when you pour all day and all weekend.

Like the rain you pour at your own pace,
People say at times you cause floods due to the carelessness & mistakes.

Like the rain you answer the prays of millions during summers,
Only to be ridiculed during your season of ‘monsoon’

Like the rain you make sure my garden never dies,
Always leaves it with the fragrance and beauty which only spreads happiness everywhere.

And in-spite all the good and bad you never walk away,
Like the rain YOU are always there when I need YOU.