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Clock’s ticking…
Bang…it’s “00:00”
Echoes of hostel birthday songs
Buzzing in my ears…
In the never ending silence of the night…
While I’m reading Dickens’ in my solitary study…
It’s “03:00”…
And a blur picture of two girls gossiping
on the terrace… is fading away
somewhere along the long deserted road
While I’m gazing out of
my bed room window…
It’s “08:00”
Long lines in the washroom…
is dwindling away… 
in the stirs of my hot coffee
While rushing for the office…
It’s “09:00”…
A picture of a bunch of students
speeding up near the canteen to
avoid late attendance…
is tailing off somewhere…
In the mad traffic of Mumbai…
It’s “11:00”…
A sketch of lousy class room…
is fainting away… in the pile of
Files evenly stacked on my table…
It’s “13:00”
A long rail of girls clamoring for chapattis…
is getting amalgamated with live media music
of my office café…
It’s “18:00”…
And a flick of the gang of baski chaps
Dodging and shooting in the court…
is fading away… with my hurtling
On the trade mill in the office gym…
Clock’s ticking away…
And my head is jamming up between
The current and upcoming…
And am getting amazed…
By the fact…how life’s gonna be…
                                                                                 once this will be over…

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