3 Hours

Hurry babes it's getting late .
The mind keeps on knocking.
This is right , mail sent!.
And only one more task in your stack.
But then again the mind alarms;
Dear it's just 30 mins to 4:00
Knocking down the work , taking a deep breath you run.
But then that evening takes you miles away .
The breeze is much more -a touch, at that moment.
The word echoing inside the ear,
Suddenly mean everything.
Beyond than just a song!
The girl besides you is in a more hurry.
The man is fixed into his work still,
Although outside the four walls of timelines.
The driver is trying to head-out in the traffic.
And you seated here but planning for,
Exactly a moment that is hours beyond from now
And suddenly that jerk puts you down back into the car.
And the mind knocks again -baby its 5:00 .
Terrified my the thought when will the bus arrival?
and that very second nothing matters neither present nor past.
All that matters is ll the bus arrive at earliest and if not then?
And then the crowd horrifies you more...
"Mom I am getting late !
Just to mins , your lunch box...hmm your hanky?
Ohh no ! I forgot where did i keep "
Time puts another feather of the crowd in your
Tensed situation.
Then there you are seated on the window seat
Heavenly!
And winter comes again after a sunny day.

Flashbacks.
Dairy making for future days
Want to backspace people , days , plans.
Like you do to those words in the mail
But then life is not a computer
Where your correct semicolon and braces end up to the best programs.
Life! It's just unplanned as featured in million books and gossips..
But then heart has no logic.
And mind has no sentiments.
So how can things go well
Like , hurrah have got it.
And it's half way up to your home place.

The cafe- passes by where one day a gang,
Use to whisper gossips and laugh out with heart.
The bench- passes by where you and your best friend ,
After that long discussion had settled a fight of insecurities.
The Play park- passes by where,
Falling down amidst the play wasn't neither a regret nor a shame.
The shop- passes by where,
You had asked chocolates not for yourself but for three.
And breeze touches you.
Its cold !
Lights all around.
And in these 180 minutes all you realize is -You have lived !
And you are home .