Never, never did she wear a watch. Some thought she was afraid of time passing her by, while she maintained that she liked her hands bare. "It's just weight", she said "A wait for whom?", they asked. Maybe it was the burden of ages that she couldn't bear, when she said she liked her hands bare. Amidst her poignant nonchalance, lied a weight she couldn't balance. She got breathless with every passing minute. The failure to keep account                                             of the hands which made her, this fragile creature who never understands. Never, never did she wear a watch. Drifting through time was her speciality. 

When the night was laid on a mundane sky My saffron curtain did abhor A whiff of wind, that cut it's waves And slammed open the door I heard the sound of the wind Hark hark, she ushered me inside And as I glimpsed in front of me Wind had death by her side So stop in your tracks, do not deplore The wind that brings companions uncalled for Slow down your breathing to the core You have death waiting by your door You have death waiting by your door.