"With the clock tickling...
The bird of time kept flying...
I used to be so proud of having time tied on my wrist... then
...?
At that time I did not know the importance of time..!
It seemed as if everything was within my control...
The waves of the ocean explained many things to me,many times.
Did I understand?
This thirst like a well..?
The ocean surging in the eyes without any reason..!
Whose footsteps would I listen to in the ocean?
Who knows in whose thoughts the evening is falling..?
The humming sunlight of the morning...
would often touch me and indicate your presence somewhere...
With the clock ⏰ tickling !
I would sometimes unknowingly write a name...
on the sand... then!
The waves burn with jealousy..!!
I did know ..?
The indelible game of fate...
Has the creator's mathematics been manipulated?
No... I counted...
everything was fine..!
Time became tangible again..
saying this..?
That...
you don't mourn me...
whatever happens, let it happen... I was yours
even then...
I am today...
and I will be there tomorrow too..!!"
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