The Linearity of Time we live in

Thank goodness the word has only three letters in it
Were it any longer, I probably would not have had the strength to say it:

Bye.

Boomerangs are a great invention.

Lacuna Inc.*

Memories:
Clogging the neurons;
The brain is bursting
at its seams
and you cannot afford
To sew it,
All over again.
Swallow that pill,
And remember what
Eloisa said to Abelard

* The title is from 'Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind'. The character played by Kirsten Dunst, Mary Svevo quotes Pope's poem to her boss, Dr. Howard Mierzwiak.

We missed the train we boarded

May be it is unwise to befriend moths. But they are the easiest to.
I'd rather destroy light to save them, than hope for them to turn into everlasting tortoises;
Their presence in the transient dusk is far more eternal than the leaves falling off the Giant Oak, every autumn. And Gatsby could not have had a happier ending

This is the 50th post of this blog. Quite an abysmal record considering it began 1127 days ago. Anyway, for those of you who still read it, thank you.

Part of the Queue*

This one is
For you,
You who dreams beyond
those clouds, for
greener pastures
and pristine blue skies.
There is nothing
more than a gray-walled
cemetery out there.

I used binoculars.

I have borrowed the title from a particularly favourite Oasis song of mine, from their 'Don't Believe the Truth' album. The post, however, has nothing to do with the song, as you might have already figured. I felt that the title suited the poem (if you can call it one). Oh, and do listen to the song.

Especially

It is quite flattering to be made to feel special,
Especially in a world of six and a half billion as yourself
And countless other things
Like the bacteria in your stomach
And Animal Planet.

P.S. The plant you see in the picture is no more. Neither are its four other siblings.

Timetable

Sometimes, no matter how long you have been waiting, you do end up missing the bus.

The good thing is, it is only sometimes. So, for the other times, remember to check the Timetable.

And we ended up missing the party on the Green ship, since we reached the venue an hour and half after the party was supposed to have begun. We were hopelessly optimistic too, to have walked up and down the quay at that time and in that temperature, in vain of course.

Losers' Manual

I am closet-pathetic too. Except, my closet is made of transparent glass.

Missing

'Missing'
Read the notice.
It had your name,
Photos and many
More details,
That had
All these years
Been so conveniently
Taken
For granted.
Where were you?
Hope fought with worry,
As memories swam.
And then,
I remembered something.
I remembered having
Fed you to the pigs.

Moonlight Requisition

"Don't put your finger in every damn pie!"

"Why not?"

"The fingers might be yours. But, the pies are MINE!"

Dutyfree

I fixed my tail
Polished my horns
And blew some fire
Over you.

I wore the halo
Adjusted my wings
And wondered,

“Does,
Not being evil,
Make me an angel?”

How is your life today?*

It isn't about
You being right
Or me being wrong.
Neither is it about
Who started it first.
It is about
Toothless grins
In the park,
In the times of
Diabetes and senility.

* Title inspired by a certain song by the same name from Porcupine Tree's Lightbulb Sun Album. I would recommend that you listen to it. 
Obviously, I am hardly the appropriate person to be writing love poems.

Existence 0.42

And so,
I have ended up
Chasing mirages.

***

The albatross
Around my neck
Has flown away.

***

Dreams evaporate.
Voids expand.
Thirsty Time burps along.