Stationary cars, Horns blaring, Road choc-a-bloc, I am stalled Late for a meeting, Increased irritation, perspiration. Me,a young man of 25 Working in a company
“Here..yes here..put the flower garlands here..” Mahesh mama was ordering the florists.. “And the festoons and bulbs are to be put in this manner..” he
Hey, where have you reached? I’m in a jam, darling, I answer. You’ll soon be in a soup, sweetheart. Ah, and I get ready for
My heart beats, at seventy – two per second, My lungs jammed with exploding suffocation, My legs frozen with Siberian minus seventy, My burning destination,
Time abides not even littlest in her fast forward, Hands of supernatural sources have failed to hold, To sustain, manage and predict in canal form
Tick-tock that never stops Time is one more day By and by the future away Today, a shimmering blessing Another day has been renewed For
A non-stop stream is time All have to follow its rhyme. Neither the Sun nor the Moon Can force time to move late or soon.
Good times would come, bad would go, Be positive when you alone row, Stop cursing yourself for the unfortunate happenning, Biggest healer is time itself
Time Stops To No One Here comes the glow of another day The sun glimpse first Then the morning showed We simply rise like we
Human mind and suprahuman time run relentless Nonstop on highway of life’s sojourn Both seem immortal, speed on parallel Waving hands each other in their
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