Clocks

Clocks

Ticking.

Tick-tock.

Chimes of bell.

An hour passed away.

What did you do?

Breathe in breathe out.

That's all there is.

No regrets, just doing it.

Lazy.

Morning Tea and coffee.

Breakfast? No.

We are all late.

Hardships, we all do it.

Few destined to race the clock.

Few misguided by an ill persona.

What does it take to make a MAN?

Hmm, It's friday night.

Movie? Drinks? Bike ride?

We all fancy Peculiarity.

But wait.

Does the clock stop to care?

Does it stop to see us in joy or in misery?

Never it did, never it will.

In service, we loose contacts.

We loose our time with loved ones.

Is someone waiting on you?

Look at the clock.

It says,"You're boring!"

Only clock speaks the truth.

We do not like truth.

I think I should take the battery out.

It should stop ticking, I guess.

Clock scoffs.

Same routine, dull times.

Clock is ticking.

Flesh to my bones.

Tired and restless.

Tick-tock scares me.

I think I'll go out.

Reviews

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What an incredible thought on describing the careless time dude!!
We often die for a second of time and this gypsy still cares none of our activity....you did amaze me by your words...thanks for sharing friend!☺

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:) We meet again Tashin. I'm happy loved it.

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:))......!!!