The Autobiography Of A Watch

This was a story I wrote when I was very young... Thought I'd share it..Enjoy..!

“It was time”, or rather in human words, I was born on December 3, 19:34, 16 seconds. The great HMT manufacturers made me. They gave me a sleek body of golden color, a brown strap, and golden needles with Roman markings on it. My siblings and I were then immediately sold, to a dealer but since that fateful day, I have been lying here, in this glass box. Many children came and tried me, admired me and at last discarded me. For about 3 months the same had occurred again and again. Being a watch is not all fanfare and fame! There is a lot of competition, always like your shadow! And if you are not sold for 5 months you will be demolished to make a new model. Well, as they say – “Sweet are the fruits of patience”. After long last, a pretty girl chose to buy me. She took me home only for me to find more competition. All around in her room were about 10 to 20 watches! But I was carefully looked after for the first week, when my novelty lasted. Later she began wearing another watch, saying that I ‘bored her’. Later I was pushed away, scratches came all over me and my polished strap lost all shine. But one fine day, again she wore me to a party, but here my worst disaster was yet to fall. My worn out strap slipped out of her hand and I fell into a mug of water. The water entered my system and before I knew it my needles stopped. My mechanical heart also stopped! After that I don’t remember much, but later at the “Time doctor’s” shop I heard him say, “I’m sorry, he’s gone”. The pretty girl was sobbing all over and then I realized I was not in my golden brown body but in an aluminum one! And once again, I realized - it was time!

An ode to those gone and wisdom for those left behind..

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me.
The Carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality
~Emily Dickinson


Death is a delightful hiding place for weary men. ~Herodotus


I knew a man who once said, "death smiles at us all; all a man can do is smile back." ~From the movie Gladiator

For death,
Now I know, is that first breath
Which our souls draw when we enter
Life, which is of all life center.
~Edwin Arnold


Someday I'll be a weather-beaten skull resting on a grass pillow,
Serenaded by a stray bird or two.
Kings and commoners end up the same,
No more enduring than last night's dream.
~Ryokan

If every..

I hear a thousand words,
Sprinkled here and there;
Whispers of humming birds,
And murmurs of the grisly bears.

A shiny tear drop on the window,
Splop! Another on the back of my hand,
When the night is young and the sun is low,
And an eerie mist shrouds my land.

Then I think: if every laugh was a fairy!
Lithe, petite and bright,
Contently sleeping in a lily,
In the softly fading light.

If every smile were an angel!
Flying daintily on wings of pink,
Footsteps like a gently ringing bell,
With a knowing smile and a wink!

Thus, my thoughts travel realms unknown,
New even to me;
I think of the past and the sown,
And the dolefully pay the fee.

For every if every I come across,
A thought is born in the depths of my mind;
A picture, the truth or a toss?
Or just a thought, a worthless find..?

The only if ever I ever loved-
That a thousand words could not describe,
Which no birds or butterflies avowed,
And no grisly bears would part with (even for a bribe!)

Only when the world grew immeasurably huge,
And one felt smaller than ever,
Not even the mind seemed a safe refuge,
Everyone else so much clever'r!

Only then, it was to be found,
A pearl in the yawning chasm;
Silently, beckoning without a sound,
Splop! yet pretty loud in the abysm!

It says: if every sad heart were a rose,
Shedding its petals like tears,
Then in that act, it invariably chose,
To plant a seed at its own feet, my dears!

If every seed grew into a plant,
Tall and stately with ruby pears-
Angels and fairies from some far off land,
Will surely come looking, all-ears..!

And then the humming birds just sing,
And grisly bears turn away, roaring!
They may find elsewhere: eyelashes on which tears cling,
More plants waiting to be born, and petals that needed shedding..!
-ME :)