Friday, November 4, 2011

And life just slips away....

It must mean something
to pick up where you left,
hold the hands of the clock,
Freeze time to the very sec.

Precious moments pass by,
Without a reflective look;
Cares thrown to the wind
And trudge along in the crowd.

Who cares what happened to Sunita,
Or which damned varsity Tina stepped into,
If no one looks back to ask
Where you stand in life and hell!

It is very reassuring
To know you matter as much as dirt,
But still no one is around,
To even ask, kiss or yell.

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