The Woman beside

	I woke up one morning to the smell of tea
	A gentle hand awakening me
	A voice crying my name comes out aloud
	5 minutes mom i reply in a shout

	Somehow the world revolved and I sit ready
	Eating breakfast when i get hit by a cherry
	Glaring at the figure sitting opposite to me
	my sister bared her nails awaiting the melee

	As i step out to work, I frown in tension
	Work, work , work when do i get my pension
	Five minutes in my phone begins to sing
	What sweet pleasure indeed that true love brings


	Amongst the shadowy play of lights in the day
	There creeps in this thought of simple delight
	A special day for the ones who completes me
	Mom, sis and my dear little pixie

	For all the white hair 
	you have granted me
	The world lies incomplete 
	without the sight of thee

The Man of No Work & The Lady of Tomorrow

Amidst the last golden rays

On the beads of sands made yesterday

Trod the weary thief of everyday

Tinted glasses reflecting the scars of today

 

His blade hidden beneath the silk

Satin to touch but death it will bring

All hope will be lost at his very touch

Nothing but fear shall cascade

 

Behind his shadow trudges another

All clad in red,

A unicorn signet around her neck

His only need, a true loves duet

 

If they should meet

Under the blooming moon, when the stars align and fade to gray

A foretold event will ring the two

And to heavens they will disappear

The Man who has no Time

Well in the begining it was quick little thing

The seats were stained but what a fling

A document signed when the signs began to show

One and one is equal to three,, thats real world you know

Thus began the tale of the Man who has no time

 

He was quite short , lot of noise and lot of farts

Headaches he brought like sweet ambrosia from the gods

No love was shown when duty was the job

A smile would sparkle on rare occassions

You see 'the man who has no time' was still human

 

But it all ended one day

The day he recieved accolades

" You will do well my son, You will become a successful man.

You are filled with talent and the stars you will find!!"

To reach the stars he began to bleed from his wrist

 

Each moment was a race,to reach the next moment of bliss

If a praise went unclaimed, he shouted out to the world

"Hey!!.. appluad me, Success is the name of my family"

The clock on his wrist bled, for it could turn but one way

Nothing more could be added to the 24 hours in a day

 

The man who has no time did not understand what was happening

The present was still and never ended,

Time flew like there was no yesterday

His name was on everyones lips , his life on a screen to view

The wheel of time churned a pattern that he knew

 

One day by accident the bleeding stopped

A wrong call on the markets and everything was lost

From name and fame to his bleeding wristwatch

Behind bars of the law he stood, lost in today

There was still no yesterday

 

It is the answer one searches to find

that awakens some kind of madness in the mind

when some random person from the million around 

Asks you the question of how life is going to run this time around 

Frankly, answering this feels like a waste of time especially if your a man who has no time.

 

He slipped and dodged without a wrist watch

Deeds he did to make sure that the time was spent

Till the time ran dry and a thread was cut

The pattern will never to be forgotten but seldom remembered 

will always be a part of the weave of the Man who has no time.