The time..

I think I am completely obsessed with the night, because majority of my poems are based in night. I don't know, why it is so? In the day time, I remain busy and I don't get any time to think about any creativity. But when the night falls, and I enter in my room after completing most of my work, my mind automatically starts to think some new things. These things turn in to words and words, ultimately in to poems.

Today, while I was returning to my home after a long walk in the night, I observe the clock tower closely. It seems to me as there was some thing so mysterious about it, and I start to continuously think about it. 

  

In the middle of the night;

when the whole world sleep;

I gaze the clock tower, 

while standing on my feet.

The moments pass in seconds;

the seconds make a minute;

the minutes turned in to hours;

and I listen the bell of tower.

Each moments have it's story;

each story have it's ending;

the ending makes me surprise,

and I say, "Life is full of miracles."

The time passes at it's speed;

it is a real friend indeed;

it teaches us many lessons;

including "Don't make enemies." 

Jitendra Gupta