An Elegy for the Dying Moments

The elegant wall clock, hanging on the

Eastern wall of my room, has stopped Suddenly ticking forever, leaving

Behind the moments,so precious and Innumerable, to be endured till eternity;

Wall clocks are the constant companion

Of any person occupying the room,

Sharing their resounding laughter, and

Silent sobs wetting the pillows,all

Through the night;

Sometimes I feel that I am losing my

Heartbeats which were synchronized with

The ticking of the wall clock;

I am inspired by the swings of pendulum,

Which comes back to middle, after moving

Here and there; I try to face the extremes

Of life, in the hope of coming back, to

The middle of life and death, once again;

Life without wall clock is as incomplete

As the broken dreams; when it stops,

The time moves on in silent mode.