COUNTDOWN

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I could hear the clock ticking.
There was no one in the room except me,
I, myself, trying to break my silence,
but I had no one to talk to.
My favourite song had become my most hated song
as it started to ache my ears.
I could not understand
how it used to be my favourite
in all these years.
I was waiting for you and the time was not running.
Rather my waiting was outrunning the speed of the time.
"Time stops for no one"- I heard it someday.
But that day I felt​ time has really stopped.
Maybe it, too, was waiting for you and now it was tired.
I started counting down to time thinking
maybe it would be easier for me.
But I was bewildering from which number to start counting.
as I knew my counting may end,
but you wouldn't return.
And maybe I wasn't ready to accept how ugly that would turn.
That was a bitter truth and I was full with sourness.
I was tired of sitting and flipping the hourglass.
So I started walking thinking maybe counting my steps would let me know
how many seconds and minutes and hours I had spent in your wait.
But after a certain number I forgot where I left.
Maybe that was the last number I knew.
But I didn't know I was counting down on my own life.
With every second I was coming closer to my own end.
Maybe then you would come and hold me in your lap
in my last moment.
Maybe my last wish would come true and
you would anyhow come through.
And I would die happily with a smile on my face saying 'I love you'.
But now when I see my body lying on the floor,
I don't remember how I died,
but what I remember is
you were never there
when I bid this world
a Goodbye.