The mild ticking of clock,
Counting your every second
It's calm hands stop for a while
But there is one which doesn't.

It runs the race
Of our life
It doesn't get exhausted,
It would tick even afterlife.

The sound which runs our feet
And makes beads of sweat roll down
Our tensed skin
The sound which would never stop
And if it does,
Then our time will too.

The sound is calm
But hard to bear
When the time passes by
And you're just standing here,
Thinking about something
But not about time.
You miss all the hours
And stay quite like a mime,
Not budging at all.

But the time won't stop,
It keeps on ticking,
It slowly chops
Away the hours of your living.

It's up to you
To react in time
Or you would too
Drown yourself
Like everyone who ignored time.

Why is the world a sad place?
Why is it not worth living in?
Why is it that we a forced to fantasize about a magical place?
Why is it that we are even existing?

Why?
This is a question
that does not have an answer.
And we shall forever wonder
why we must always wander.

But the questions
We don't know the answers to
Are the questions
Which matter the most
And something that matters
Sits at our backs like a host
******* away our emotions and awareness
Taking away our souls,
Strangling our throat with an invisible harness,
Dragging us like an animal,
Away from our goals.

And so we try
to make ourselves feel
something that can be controlled;
We bleed, we cry, we burn
Or maybe we don't want to feel at all
and we fill our lives with smoke
and illusions
Or maybe
we just decide to go
and end it all
And never say goodbye.

It is a sickness
Not to ask the question "Why?"
Because since childhood,
All I ever did after asking was sigh
Because no one would talk
No one would listen
No one would speak
And still my eyes would glisten,
Eager to know: Why?

Why is the world so scattered?
Like pieces of broken glass,
We're shattered
We are taught to live like this
Since the time we were born
We are taught to live like this
Till the time our hearts are worn.

I just want to know: Why?

Why?

I want to know
But since there is no answer to "Why"
I can't tell, so,
I would just sit back
And silently cry.