Timeless boundaries

What is time, anyway? Why is it that we have decided to run our lives according to the tick-tock of a clock. What makes us think time is running out? If we had to stop and think about what is time, none of us would be able to define it.

Why is one year 365 days and an hour 60 mins and not more or less? Someone discovered and we all follow it blindly... have we ever questioned the presence of time? Why does the rotation of a seconds needle matter so much in our lives. Shouldn't we transcend above these things to live like we should. In order to never feel pressed for time...

Time is just another firewall made to belittle our existence... just as we feel good about ourselves, the question of time comes in... why? Unless we ever stop running behind time, life can never be easy... We are always late for something or the other and who defines that?? TIME.. how did late even come into being? Beccause of TIME?? Isn't that weird...

A time to do this, a time to do that.. Whose call is that? Not mine...Is that even fair?

The slippery twilight

The night seems so right... full of promises. Like a very pregnant woman ready to pop out her child. Full of mystery. Light on weight. It comes by slowly with fireworks in the sky. A burst of orange and shimmering yellow thrown in with violet. And before you know it, my cloak is night. And I have a cape too, to slip by unnoticed.
As I lie in my bed, I feel I can change the world. Live up my dreams. run after the stars. Literally!! I feel I can make most of my next day. Do things differently.
I feel I can write more, better, in fact. I have more stories to tell. I can even weave it differently. 
Change a lot of stagnant things. Run off to some place at the drop of a pin. Thinking of all such things, I slide into a dreamland that I can never remember.

KABOOM!!! IT'S MORNING!! My bubble has burst...