A time is a line where people stand n wait ,
wait to set on a perfect fall ,
or a disastrous drop .
The pointer that ticks every hours ,
are as if they are our best friends every day.
they may stick with us every hour ,
spending long time with us,
but not all the time.
After an hour past,
comes the next hour.. and the next.. and the next..
It never stops, but it may come and go.
Though it never last, it stays.
The ponter that ticks every minute ,
are as if they are the ordinary people, passing by our life,
some are unnoticed, some are neglected in life, and some are famed.
they pass by our life almost swiftly,
but without our fair concious,
they drag along the hour pointer,
slowly by the time.
the pinter that ticks every second,
aare mens worst nightmare.
they pass by and drain almost everything we had.

Our life,
are filled with people,
and are destined to an end.
People may come and stick in our life.
Our loved ones, our family, our best buddies.
But they won't last forever.
some may go n search for new ones when they are bored,
some may seek for loneliness,
but some may go, go and never to come back in life.
The people around us, they lived.
but never to live forever.
Some may be good guys, some may be bad,
and some may be the ones our loved ones are in search of.
They may be the ones that will take our beloved and make it theirs.
They may be the ones that would steal our belongings.
They may be the ones that will take away our fame n glory.
And the last thing we should know in our life,
is death.
We may not know about it even till it happens,
we may live to know about it but tend to do nothing ,
we may try to defect or disassociate it from dictionary of life ,
but they can't avoid it from happening.

Plan our life , plan your love,
as death has already a plan for us.






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