Passage of time used to be so lonely,
till the world jumped for'TP'
now passages all around..
have TPing ppl abound
Patience of friendship..
is now a doormat to 'time-pass'
adventure called face-to face chit chatting
is a ransom to smsing and chatting
Torment to one's soul..
..is seriousness in relation
'senti' word is anchored
to ones experiencing this desolation
Flimsy Passion has replaced Plain love
friendships live by the name of 'one upmanships'
To Manipulate is to TP
to be huMan is to be a pal
Time chimes like a bell
atop the temple of life
The day it stops..
all will be left floundering
looking for depth...
..where there is none
looking for people..
..where there are false faces
looking for beating hearts..
..finding only beaten hearts
-I wrote this poem a long time back in Bangalore as part of my Good Morning series.But the truth still exists
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