Drops of Time...

This is how the story goes, in and out
one minute you're there, the next time runs out.

Ever noticed a leaking tap?
No, not those in which the water leaks as a trickle, but one from which water drops...

Its often one of those taps which have not been highly rotated shut [or closed you may say].

Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop. Drop

It goes on...

Did u ever really think about the time you had?
its the grain that falls, every second that crawls...
to the minute to the hour till infinity recalls.

And then it becomes
Drop..Drop..Drop..Drop

The pause becomes longer. The drop a lil heavier.
Each splash in the bucket below,
more noticeable....more audible.

And then it becomes longer.
Drop...Drop...Drop...Drop

Its like a marathon runner whose messed up his strategy and tires rapidly mid-way.
Every drop of perspiration....making it tougher.

It becomes a strenous affair. Adrenaline keeps him running.
Gravity keeps it falling.

Waqt dhalta raha, main chalta raha...

Soon the pain becomes unbearable.
Drop..........Drop..........Drop..........

You can see the life in the drop. How the tiny water droplets literally co-agulate to mature into a drop.

Drop.............

You can sense it.
You can sense the end.
But it goes on....

Waqt dhalta raha, main chalta raha...

Like a man on his death bed. Each word being uttered after a long eternal pause.

Did u ever really think that time even cares?

And then comes the Drop.
Its massive. Its the final effort.

SPLASH!

Death Arrives. One Dies.

The tap goes dry.


Here's a little something that you really can think about
the time that got left and time that ran out
keeping in mind what I left behind
my sanity my soul, brought down to a fine line
the pain the shame too late to quit this game
I can never change....cos I'm one of a kind
even if I wanted to, I couldnt decide
cos I never really had time on my side
- Waqt by Entity Paradigm