After a thoroughly enjoyable weekend Which involved watching an animated science fiction thriller Followed by a Football World Cup Final Which turned out to be even more thrilling I had to face the dreaded prospect Of returning to work on a Monday Yes, the notorious villain of the week Which can ensure sleepless nights Even for the strongest souls Well, the day was actually not that bad To begin with, at least After a hot bath Followed by an even hotter cup of filter coffee Prepared by my dear mother, as ever I had a simple breakfast Consisting of a plate of chapatis Mixed with some rather tangy marmalade Thus, I was ready To face the grind of work Or at least, I thought I was The reality turned out to be as different As apples and oranges It started with a few phone calls However, the response was not flattering Thus, I headed to lunch In the hope of making some progress In the second half of the day However, I couldn't have been more wrong The phone calls failed to achieve their purpose As I was unable to obtain slots For the interviews to be scheduled Moreover, I was dealing with multiple stuff At the same time Which proved to be even more difficult Than obtaining a seat in one of the IIMs Time was playing a cat-and-mouse game with me The closer I got to him The more he would evade me As the hours flew by I kept meandering aimlessly Without achieving anything tangible By the time I finally got the hang of work It was already well past 6 PM And I felt as though I had wasted more time Than a certain Sunil Gavaskar had done In his infamous innings of 36 not out, off 175 ***** In the inaugural 1975 Cricket World Cup Thus, I was thoroughly relieved When the day finally ended Returning to work on a Monday Especially after a thoroughly enjoyable weekend Is never good Full stop
They say "time flies when you're having fun." But I don't remember having any fun. And I know I'm not the only one. I remember working. Fighting about money. But, for the life of me, I don't remember my kid being much bigger than a bunny. I remember being stressed in great detail. I even remember daydreaming about getting a boat and sailing away. But of all the things I wish I could remember, I wish I knew where the time had gone. Where my life had gone.
I have today grown old. I was never told, Make every day count. I counted days, Missed some years, My advice may fall on deaf ears To those who know how to live their lives. Everyday. Everyway. It's not easy. I recognize the mantle On my children's faces; See them counting milestones, Running theirs through the paces. How do I tell them Count every day, and not count every day; But make every day count?
The best days of my life Where’d you go? Time flies trying to fit in As much as you can. Sleep barely comes Running round losing track Of time. No one to tell you to stop, Kind of loud Kind of subtle. The best days of my life. Staying up all night Not a care in the world. Where’d you go? The best of everything, So little time. Trying to fit in as much As you can. They tell you that these Are the best, You never realize until It’s gone. Memories of when we met Memories of when we spent The night. The things we got caught doing, But no one said a word. Sleep barely comes Lost somewhere having fun. The best days of my life, Where’d you go?
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!
He wasn't exactly virulent, nor was he benovalent. He was always vindicated which never failed to indicate, that he was sophisticated.
They said he was a gift taken for granted. He was free but priceless. He was what they desired to have Yet something which made them crave. It was said he was an illusion. Which never failed to create confusion. In the soft &impressionable mind of their's, They said he seemed limiteless in despair. But yet was quick in perky affairs.
Once lost he could never be found again. He was 'time'.
I chase every second spent without you. A kiss short and brief This being the most meaningful time If but a moment, Passing by. Two arms forever lost in a memory. The stretch of ticking needles. Tick tock, tick tock I am back in your arms. Tick tock, tick tock I am back chasing. An eternity spent in your arms Seems like a dream