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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Her story

her story

 

I’ll try to do complete justice to this one,
as I try to put my simple words across beautifully for someone.

Some stories are such which are not read or written but experienced,
I have been so close to this one that I wish this was my story.

She walks in with the title of a ‘wonderful human being’
with nothing but a smile which is thrown in all directions.

What she seeks is clarity & simplicity,
yet goes through the day with such humility.

Like the sun is not missed in the morning,
her greetings are also not missed with every encounter.

She understands the words spoken & non –spoken,
with absolute ease is how she mends your heart when it is broken.

The feeling that plants have when rains strike,
is the same that you will have with her if the right chords are what you strike.

Like a mirror she is reflective,
you get what you show.

She can fool you with her naughty eyes & flirty smile,
but beware as the keeper of her heart is always around.

A person like her is hard come by,
and very few have the unique privilege of knowing her closely.

Intangible City

paradise city

 

 

This city has moved from the books to the globe,
a place which is so real & alive that it grows on you.

A city with no pain or sorrow,
the citizens of which are like freely moving clouds in the sky.

A place where the sun is brighter,
and the breeze is windy.

Where the grass is greener,
and the view is better.

A place where people live in love & joy,
Where borders, nationality, religion, race & caste are names of toys.

Some place where the people are grateful,
and everyone in that place are extremely hopeful.

A place where the cycle of nature is not observed but also respected,
Some place that relaxes you & makes your soul happy.

Some call it utopia, yet others call it one of the places on the globe,
The fact of the matter is that this place exists inside all of us.