Grandpa's Clock

in that ticking of the clock three generations of time had ticked past... with some tickings fixed firm each ticking concealed tireless roar of the sea and a conundrum of emotions time has its way of teasing and tiring us one fine evening during a casual chitchat as sister got off from the chair she hit back at time and the grandfather's clock- though i had never known him but through the clock fixed to the wall- that seemed to chime eternally into the wee hours each time waking me up cruelly from an innocent sleep lay there in pieces... the pendulum, still oscillates the conundrum, still unsolved the flux of the sea, still echoes though we could never manage to get another clock and external surfaces still gleam and glitter... 20dec2009 08.21hrs