I can’t take it any more
The clicking clocks
Drive me ****** insane
I am bored
I am going insane
I am inside
Talking to myself
I can’t even ensure that
This is my present reality
I am legit bored

The grandfather clock ticks away! day after day, everyday ,
it doesn't stop to listen to the baby gurgling, or the toddler screaming
indifferent to the many sounds of  angst and ecstasy!

the small hand of the clock controlling every hour of our lives
the big hand, a mere spectator to the brevity of those moments lived
the silent ticking of the pendulum,
  a call to take a second of respite!
from life, from living, from only "just existing"

I did try to stop time once, held the hands of the clock in my own calloused ones
and that is when the Townclock  chimed somewhere, faraway!

Alone in my thoughts, I waited on the railway bench
Oh, my muddled mind started surveying past,
Yes, it was a year ago we sat there sharing hearts
On that same bench, her reminiscence all around

Grace was her other name, a bubble of infinite grace
I heard in her every talk, strains of plaintive music,
A girl I adore a lot, an eternal love we promised to share,
But my gilded lies failed to die, and in time, my eyes failed to shine.

Oh! Is it me or her?
Who wants to break away?
Beneath the ticking clock
Again we met to wrangle.
Moment of anger..
And of ego..
At present alone I sat..
A midday sun of misery..
Alone and all alone..

Love sits like a rock, ticks like a clock,
drops like a thermonuclear warhead.
Never ending, resists bending, snaps
back like a palm tree after a beach storm.
Unfazed by summer's heat, talks on a beat,
grand standing through each of our eyes.

On behalf of me and some others,
My story I would much like foretold,
what is it with all of you humans,
and your mighty fear of growing old?
"TICK"
Every second are eyes focused on me,
every minute of every second I am timed,
every hour of, every minute of, every second,
goes tick, tock, tick in my mind.
"TOCK"
For I am merely made up of numbers,
and maybe some old batteries,
I bet even if I turned myself off,
surely no doubt you'd reset me.
"TICK"
All these years of constant tick tocking,
has been really messing with my head,
for I have literally served my time,
I've been used and even misread.
"TOCK"
So all I want is some pity,
believe me I have had it rough,
As i'm just an old rare antique clock,
But today guys, I am clocking off.

The ornate rosewood clock
Chimed 12 midnight;
Tick tock tick tock...
Echoed back lavish papered walls.

Only the soft candlelight
Bore witness to the scarlet stained walls;

The anguished muffled cry
Drowned by the midnight chime.

It knew when to strike.

At midnight.

My eyes were fixed on the wall in front of me,
“The clock is broken, it stopped”
“No, it’s working just fine” he said to me,
“It’s not moving, slow down, you’re going too fast”
“Catch up with me, then”
I can’t
“I ran once” “I ran once, and my clock worked”
“Work harder, catch up”
I can’t
“I think I’ll stand here a little bit longer”, I smiled.