With the days killing, I was so lost, eyes blood shot.
Staring the clocks as it ticked!
The calls which she never picked.
A second of Haven and the rest of this agony.
Love is sweet they said, gone are those pleasures for all i'm left with the unfathomable PAIN!!-
25 JUN 2017 AT 11:39
24 FEB 2017 AT 14:27
It were the days when dates used to be just a matter of calendars and dry fruits.
The hands of clock changed, and the meaning of dates too.
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13 NOV 2021 AT 19:09
We're clocks ticking away
waiting for the moment of
inspiration only to say
it was too quick because
we missed it.-
23 JAN 2020 AT 6:58
Standing on clocks,
My Past is pretty block,
You have to break locks,
Which can open wide doors,
And you get yourself behind the doors floor..!
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26 DEC 2017 AT 20:45
If I could save time in a bottle,
I would remove the batteries from
all the clocks that tick-tocks-
24 DEC 2019 AT 20:04
I
love
writing
my
misery
and
you
love
reading
it.
Still, clock hangs on
The miserable wall.
Soothsayer whispers
My miserable life in words.
It won't be history.
It won't be a crime.
It's just something you and I
Have in common.
Something that wakes me
And I just chase it until the
Clock strikes twelve.
Tick- tocking some seconds
I haven't shared and never will.-
20 OCT 2019 AT 10:32
they say..
no better position of hands
on clock can be displayed..
except 10:10
this is how we offer to our
customer..with broad smile..
and that's so true..
wish..my life could get stuck
at this 10:10 forever..
š-
16 JUL 2019 AT 23:36
Clocks and Watches may become immovable sometimes but Time is always movable. It will keep moving ahead.
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10 JUL 2021 AT 2:26
I'LL BE ON TIME, SIR!
How wonderful it is that 'watches' always
keep themselves on time. How disciplined are they, aren't they? Perhaps because neither they look back, remembering even a single moment of their past, nor giving a moment of their present in thinking about their future. Even if in the next second they are going die (stop).
How hard is it to be a 'watch'!-
10 APR 2018 AT 12:13
Time passes by
second by second,
minute by minute,
hour by hour.
I watch the clock
on the other wall
as it tick-tocks,
the second hand
mocking my inability
to keep track of
each passing second, like it does.
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