One night...

Ten past 12 midnight…I sit on the couch…
Listening to the pulse of the clock…Sitting numb with blank eyes…
And today I wonder who said- “How fast the time flies!”

Must have been said for a pleased mind…a happy heart…
Not for the one who suffers, who waits…
Days pass by…but the agony stays…

When you wait for someone…time appears to be still…
Moments seem to be like ages…
…sometimes even more…
And you hold your breath…for that knock on the door…

Twenty past 12 midnight…I sit on the couch…
Pulling over the off-coloured blanket…
Thinking why this night again-
“You are not home yet…!”

“Should I be worried?” - I ask myself…“Or habituated?”
Forty past 12 midnight…I sit on the couch…
Perplexed…exhausted…

Comments

vikas singh said…
it's really true that time doesn't flies for those who is waiting for someone or smthing which is the most important part of life....
Nishi said…
expressing a simple thing in an extraordinary way has become your forte! Great!

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