Write I with nothing in mind
at times it is empty words
most times being empty thoughts
I write with as though I am great
Knowing well I would not be read
that is how I spend my time
never bothered about the clock’s chimes.
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The Clock Chimes
The clock chimes
eight time it sounds
being the time
when everyone is bound
be it the morning
where there be a rush
so be it in the evening
could be a hush
the clock chimes all through
fails only when it is not in order
prompt and punctual all through
a call could be termed as a recorder.
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The Cuckoo Clock Oscillates
The clock before me oscillates to and fro
sullen and sober it is indeed
the movement is in perfect flow
right and left it goes in a lead
the clock performs with the perfection
at one point it loses its exactness
at times gains minutes infractions
at other loses hours in tardiness
a winding at the least corrects its run
or a repair at the most sets it right
lest it climbs into the attic be no fun
as one of the old unused ones out of sight
sure, it might one-day jump from above
and surface with a demand unknown
as antiques command great value in glow
this one a fifty years from now
would fetch a fortune to my 
children
who would think of me for a moment
when they count the dollars in earnest.
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Random Ramblings –
Eating at times
proper and at regular intervals
brings healthy chimes.
Chimes strike great
with spontaneity and lively tunes
if rung right.
Ringing at hours
the clock suffers an infraction
stopping at covers
With a stop
there emerges a fall out
that rushes atop.
There over atop
could see a big world
without a full stop.
The clock stood
in grandeur bur without running
called grandfather’s.
Round and round goes the clock.
It is a rotation of its little hands.
Round and round goes the earth.
It is a revolution on its own axis.
Round and round goes the Man.
It is a movement to circulate physically.
Round and round he craves in.
It is a motion to spread slander.
The clock shows time in precision.
Enacting day and night in decision.
The earth extends to life a bounty
Enlivening men and animals to a dainty.
Man breeds enmity in a concealed security.
He nurtures vengeance in a confided intimacy.
Killing one another is his discreet strategy.
Annihilating the existence in totality.
The work is round the clock.
It goes smooth without a block.
It is lively beyond the lock.
It is diligently enrolled into a flock.
Thoughts go round and round the clock.
They gather strongly through the rock.
They never assume a deriding mock.
They oscillate stealthily in a tick tock.
They drive towards a legitimate dock.
The results show publicly round the clock.
Some signify a joyous stock.
Some also denote a sad stalk.
They propose an acceptance without a shock.
They incessantly revolve round the entire talk.
The world is governed by the clock.
Actions occur in an ad hoc.
The living is through an interlock.
Disaster creeps in when anything goes anti clock.
A facile move instills a glorious knock.
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