Its midnight and all's asleep,
Am lying in my bed,
My eyes on the small hand of the clock.
The sound of the AC is humming into my ears.
My eyelids close and open,
Not from sleep but without sleep.
My leg make small circles on my mattress.
My fingers count down the seconds
Along with the clock.
Am watching time;
Time is watching me.
Tonight we are companions;
Freinds from birth.
The day is dawning and my night watch is over.
There are more nights to watch;
But first I must face the day;
For then only comes night,
Where I am free to watch time,
And let it slip between the closing of my eyes.
2 comments:
i read the poem and i see the poem. its like a nice picture, like an artfilm. i can see everything you wrote and all you didnot. i feel wht you felt then. i love this one.
Time can be your friend on enemy depending on how you utilise it :)
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Preeti shenoy
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