You keep on travelling for years
Moving in one single direction
With your other two siblings
Who keep running faster than you

But what do I see?
After so many years of walking
You are still not much far from -
The point, you started your journey

The same situation applies to -
Both of your siblings also
Who are energetic than you
Even they are taller than you

But why it Happened this Way?
I Guess, It was because
A part of yours is tied together
With the Point of the Origin

O my hour-hand of the Clock
I know, you always showed
The correct hour of day and night
Since years and years rolling on

But do you know? You are cursed
To keep on walking and walking
Reaching almost nowhere
Even after travelling for so many years

Do you love this? I feel, You do not
I think, I really feel your pain
I keep on thinking why time is -
Measured in circular motion

Whether time really repeats itself
Or we just assume like that
Just for our own convenience
Who knows? Do You?

I don't always mean
These words I say
Nor these things I recklessly do
In the pitch dark of night
I suddenly awake
And frantically reach for you
Somehow you're still here
Then I realize my greatest fear
To be alone in this broken world
A single man without a girl
So I must admit
I need your love
Even though
I abhorred the crutch
Nothing is as it's suppose to be
Thank  god
For cursing me!
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Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
ineffable contours, that cannot be tamed with a wordy depiction.
Like water running through my fingers,
Ephemeral, and leaving me to linger.
Caldera, my steaming  desire.
Instantiates a spy, that is ready to be set on fire.

Daughter of eve,
Carousel of dreams
You’ve drowned my angels
And left me  to die in a reverie.