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Aug 2012
The click clack of my keyboard
competes
with that metronome called
a clock

Time has become surprisingly
fluid
and yet it remains stubbornly
stationary

Seconds, minutes, hours
and days
meekly shudder and humbly bow
sacrificed

I try to turn my life into
an excel sheet
with predetermined fixed
formulae

All plugged in the right
little boxes
with all the right
numbers.


-Vijayalakshmi Harish
  14/11/08
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