Clock and Bed

The clock ticks so loud,

a constant rhythm in my dream,

My bed is a cloud that sails far supreme.


The clock turns in to a sun

I’m still in my bed

Wake up, Wake up! the clock hits my head.

Time wants me to go

But the bed says no

Fight for my love continues between those two.

I stopped their fight,

And promised my bed

That I’ll come back tonight.

Bed, pillow, clock and the whole mess of this image belongs to me.

13 Comments

  1. Indira's avatar Indira says:

    Very well written .

  2. vandysnape's avatar vandysnape says:

    Awesome Balu 🙂 Great Poem !

    1. Bala's avatar Balu says:

      Thanks Vandhana 🙂

  3. globalunison's avatar globalunison says:

    Such a cute poem with wonderful rhyme scheme!! Your creativity is commendable!! 🙂
    Stay blessed,
    -Naima.

    1. Bala's avatar Balu says:

      Really? :S 😀

      1. globalunison's avatar globalunison says:

        Yeah, it is – I loved it 🙂
        -Naima.

      2. Bala's avatar Balu says:

        Thank you Poet 🙂

      3. globalunison's avatar globalunison says:

        So are you, I never knew ya could follow up with such a great rhythm!
        -Naima.

      4. Bala's avatar Balu says:

        You make feel shy 😀 with your comments. thanks naima..

  4. shruthi007's avatar shruthi007 says:

    this one is awsome 😀

    1. Bala's avatar Balu says:

      Thanks shruthi for stopping by my blog and for your awesome comments 🙂

      1. shruthi007's avatar shruthi007 says:

        pleasure is mine 🙂

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