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.

Pointlessly sensible

Pointlessly sensible

A ‘silent road’ is not the one that is less taken;
it’s the one which is lit with darkness.

At the end of the road I found the flowers she sent,
which were filled with the tears that rolled down from her eyes,

I wish I knew the protocol one should take on receiving such flowers,
Call it ‘low’ or ‘heartless’ but there are some things I don’t understand.

Maybe I hit my head on the radio repeatedly in the 90’s,
in a time when spoken words mean everything to a time when we crack the smileys in a chat/sms.

On the road the lampposts shed light when I see them from a distance & turn off when I approach them,
this just proves a challenge for me to get through this dark road all alone.

My learning and good people I meet, transform into the needed light for my journey.

If this was a story I wrote, it’d have a dark ending as they are easier to live with,
Bright and happy endings just raise the bar for that happy place in your heart.

My ride is powered by knowledge as my fuel
and the friends/people I meet forming a part of the engine.

This one goes as a shout out to all those close to me and whom I love dearly,
You all are nothing less than a blessing to me for just being there when needed.

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.

In Your Eyes

in your eyes (creatives)
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.