passing time

                                 Passing time

         

While watching the passing TIME

Once or twice I did realize

Its refusal to move along

Did it's halt match with my mood ?

Panic gripped me by the abrupt stop

My hard stare made it move again

I then perceived myself as the watchdog

Who can even set TIME apart.

I never got lost in the flow of TIME

Nor I can call a moment as my own

For I could do no great work to earn that moment.

Still  I can count each and every moment.

Since I keep track of TIME

It does wink to me time and again.

A clock is redundant to know each other

That's the rapport do we share.

Author's Note

Fortunately or unfortunately I could never live my life with clockwise precision