Ten And Two

There is a restless silence

On that dial of the clock

Causing gentle commotion

On the wall behind.

Long shrined, in all it's glory

Inclining barely, to my timelines...

Running short in dearth every once in a while

Albeit meeting mine at least once

At 10 and 2 positions every night.

Reminding me of how we met

For the very first time,

Which I remember through that ritual

Of waiting for a cab 

Regurgitating its number and the OTP and

Occasionally checking the time from past 9.

The cab canceled exactly 

When you tapped my shoulder from behind.

The universe gave all the signs.

Brown eyes and curly hair spoke more of you, 

Before those lips checked if I needed help,

Next thing you know, you gave me a ride home

And I lost my heart somewhere down that road.

Now Glaring at the clock,

Watching Second's hand tapping the dial

Pushing minutes hand to make a move,

Between 10:10 to 11:02,

There's a whole lot of you

Still left to journey accross

And there's a part of me

Still defends to get lost...

Nevertheless, 

Holding on to that thought

Here I wait for midnight

To hit the clock.