Four stanzas of ..."Pretence"

Every damn one imbibes it within
It is, every damn one's conjoined twin
At some point of time, or all
Every damn one's resort it's been
—Pretence
I don't know what's up with this place
Everyone around seems stuck in a race
A race, to be meaner but not let that show

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Two Hours

Note: This post has been written for Indiblogger's "Surf Excel Matic #GetSmart Contest". This is the first time I am participating in a blogger contest. Hope it doesn't turn out to be too bad!
It was one of those sticky situations where every single second counts more than a lifetime. At quarter past nine in the night, all that I could think of was how to pass the damned exam that was supposed to screw me the next day. More than the fact that I had wasted the whole semester lingering and loitering around, passing time, blogging, sleeping, dreaming, singing ...basically doing everything strictly unimportant, I was cursing the college administration for having given just a day's off for the subject I dreaded the most — Computer Networks. Books, notes, papers, pens lay in front of me fluttering like the wings of a restless pigeon — the simile might not make much sense, unless you pay heed only to the word "restlessness", which was making things all the more impossible then.

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