In perpetuity, it whisks around, Neither ever halting, nor lagging… Or observe perhaps with due delight, Allure, of the clock, in which it lies.
Utters the second hand, then to me, If I pause, time too shall have to cease. The clock, confers on my steady pace, To revel in its stead, on this wall.
Life revs on, ambling only onward. Enjoy these runs, when you can… Gather some worthy moments. On the ever bustling lifetimes.
Move on, with the rhythm of life, Some trice trying, some time smiling.. By and by, that day shall be here too.. When second hand will have to halt.
A few words strung together on inspiration, or a few thoughts penned down for clarity. A hobby that has consistently matched to represent the inspirations in me. Most often, they are from incidents and trends happening around the world, books or articles that I may parse through, or some noble cause that had greatly impressed me. I have been writing poems, and short stories, since I had been 6 years. Music and poetry walk hand in hand; good music, good poetry shall always stay my favorite pastime.
My heart is your second home. Waiting for you to get home after a long day of work. Drive up the pathway of eyes and park. I’ll be looking behind the blinds. Talking to you the whole while. Pass the
I see a coincidence, A special coincidence: A center of a circle, An infinitely meeting scale That is visibly invisible And a distance too nearby to reach And a working of an unseen gyre that lets us in And puts
Never, in all the pointless days I have worked here Has the air ever been so dull and depressing It tasted warm and metallicdisstopea But not in a good way I turned up early this morning I mean, I hate
I still can feel the warmth of your hand on mine My eyes carry your beautiful figure and image For my lonely soul beauty was fine like wine For excellence of love chain let be on one page Let us
Many years ago when my Motherland rock with political unrest, I was waiting to get the final word from those in charge. A young mother with two young sons, one, I was carrying on my arms, he was too little
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