Racing against time

It dawns as usual
The clock ticks
Rough and tumble begins

Then the rush
It's maddening
To manoeuvre
cityscape

And the battle starts
Egos clash
Work tumbles

The cruise back
Is bumpy
Fraught with dangers

Home awaits
More work
Telly takes over
Crappy
sounds and
Gloomy stories
Sours the day

Occasional
Good tunes
Seem to soothe mind

Time to sleep
The battle continues
Even amidst sleep

Holding your own

They hold the court as well the fort
They do not hold a candle to you
They hold forth on a whale of things

They do hold hands

Hold your breath
They don't hold thier horses

They hold sway ever

You've to hold the bag

Hold your
tongue or peace

To hold your own

To hold the line

Hold water

And, hold on to your
God and all He's given