Thursday, March 3, 2011

When you lost it ?


The Time , was never adequate ,
but some how it was my mate .
Every night , I slept late;
for the next day,a passionate wait.

The hour hand of the clock,
ran like the minute hand,
fast ,tick tock tick tock,
the minute was a twin of the second.

And in a split of a second ,
i lost it,
my mate ,
me myself as passionate,
for nothing , it was to wait.

It taught me a lesson,
with ample amount of time,
one does nothing, desires nothing,
except writes and posts his poems as something.


2 comments:

  1. Dard e tanhaaaaaaai me :D
    God ji bless you!!
    Bhagwaan baakio ko chhodo iska bhala sach me pehle karo :P

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  2. mera bhala kar chuke hain bhai
    tabhi maza nahi hai
    jab dard nahi tha seene main to khaak maza tha jeene main :P

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