My clock ticks away…….

- Geetha munnurcode-

This monstrous round face

Of the cumbrous mantle clock

With a rigid accuracy

Ticks away

Incongruous notes of life.

The time-worn face it bears

But adamant and untiring

Sizzles softly

Each moment that counted

As if in an enthusiastic impatience,

In It’s usual disapproving tone,

One…two….three…..and many…

Minutes, hours and days…parading,

Synchronizing when marching…

Announces in a pensive mood,

‘Look, be aware of what are gone,

Those tickled down make your past

That can’t be caught back….’

Abhorred, as I detour, I decide

I’d better date with the destiny.

But, still it ticks coherently

Putting up itself in a clumsy gait,

Slides into motion

Indeed is a fool proof device!

It relays instructions

As if from amused quietude

Intruding into my tepidness…

‘Hey! Wake up, you foolish lazy brat

Refresh your readiness.

Now murmuring into me softly

‘Put a lovely antidote to the lousy day’

‘Hey, enough of it for now’

Into an electrical gadget

I would parallel myself

And sure, I would rush……..

SREE ശ്രീ.