Lying in my couch,I hear the ticker tick,
and think of you.
Clenched up in circles ,befuddling is nothing new.
Flashback tepid nights,almost left abaft.
Portmanteau of memories,time after.
Sometimes you delineate me,
I'm traipsing too far ahead,
and you're calling to me.
I can't hearken what you've said.
Then you go dawdling,
and I fall tardy.
The second hand untwines.
When the clock ticks.
If you're lost,you will find me.
When the clock ticks.
If you slump I will catch you I'll be waiting .
When the clock ticks.
After my image fades and tenebrosity has turned to drab,
Watching through lunette you're pondering if I'm OK.
When the clock ticks.
Secrets bulgarized from deep inside.
The drum quivers out of time.
When the clock ticks.
You said to go dawdling,
and I fall tardy.
The second hand untwines.
When the clock ticks.
and think of you.
Clenched up in circles ,befuddling is nothing new.
Flashback tepid nights,almost left abaft.
Portmanteau of memories,time after.
Sometimes you delineate me,
I'm traipsing too far ahead,
and you're calling to me.
I can't hearken what you've said.
Then you go dawdling,
and I fall tardy.
The second hand untwines.
When the clock ticks.
If you're lost,you will find me.
When the clock ticks.
If you slump I will catch you I'll be waiting .
When the clock ticks.
After my image fades and tenebrosity has turned to drab,
Watching through lunette you're pondering if I'm OK.
When the clock ticks.
Secrets bulgarized from deep inside.
The drum quivers out of time.
When the clock ticks.
You said to go dawdling,
and I fall tardy.
The second hand untwines.
When the clock ticks.
hmm hmmm gr8 job ... so finally singer sruti is transfrmd to poet sruti ... ;) nyc use of words ...
ReplyDeleteThough it is very difficult on my part to understand the high quality of word composition I could able to smell the enchanting fragrance of the poem.Great my G.P.Keep it up
ReplyDeleteHey Shruti Excellent Dear. You are a Master in the use of Vocabulary...... Your poem just wakes the poet in me & I just feel like saying a few lines in the same process. "When the clock ticks
ReplyDeleteLying in my grave, I hear the ticker tick
I see you baffled, lackadaisically clasping the imperceptible me
When I was, the clock ticked
And it still does tick, when I am not."
Dear shruti ,you're riding the steps ahead of you ,I want to see you on the highest wrung of the ladder ,I hope you can. God bless you .
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