The tick-tock of the watch is not in favour of us,

With the drop of hat, there is a fuss;

I wish to shoulder all the trouble,

Tell me, is it truth or just a bubble?

Choked, it makes me feel everyday,

How can I escape, is there any way?

The flowers don’t blossom the same,

I know for sure, I am to blame;

This is certainly not a passing phase,

Dying out I am, in this maze;

The route to survive has been crossed by us,

Are there still means, where we can reach by bus?

I want to try again and again,

Only, if there is no pain….

Our ideas clash every now and then,

We will come together, but when?

For the world, we live together,

Tell me, do we actually bother?

The sun rises and sets on its own,

We also live our lives, but it’s all blown;

What makes me speak all these words so jaded?

Our togetherness, appears to be, so faded;

I feel scared to see the flowers blossom-start,

Makes me feel dying, with the thought of getting apart;

I am weak to think all these so low,

I know, with time, everyone has to bow;

My time has come……..