– Aparna Chatterjee
As we laugh and cry,
The seconds pass by.
The idiocy in holding on,
Waits for the eyes to get dry.
They may be numb at night,
The silence of winter nights sends chills down your spine.
Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, the clock never sleeps tight.
Taking one step at a time,
Be it a success you own now,
Or a failure in which you thrived.
Waiting for the world to halt for a little while.
To take a breath, to take a break,
TikTok, TikTok, the clock takes strides.
Running in this mundane world to fulfill some prophecy.
Be it a prophecy of your own or someone’s fantasy.
Trying to make meaning of the wrinkles on your hand,
The thinking, was it you or something divine?
Tik-Tok, Tik-Tok, the clock reminds me.