Purgatory..


   We live the time in endless tunnel..Time is shown by tick-tocks..We are captive in a huge clock in which every second turns into minutes..The minutes are running to an hour.The hours are so proud of being a day.This is like a machine which works like gears of a wheel. Maybe,we are out of time…

Primes of time


Prime..What an initial time! It’s the starter of life,passing fast.. Like our youth time. It’s the prime of music, Like ‘do note’ leading the rhytm.. Prime..What a moving time! It’s the getting to the world with birth, Like a new born baby, screaming out.. Prime..What a fresh of time! It’s the defence of troops, Like…