Seasoned Reminiscence A Culmination

When my heart vows onto something And I know it will not take me anywhere The temptations for a null and void love There are few things which can never happen The truth and the love are enemies And Lord has put truth as a fact To tell us that some things should work that way And heart beckons and breaks Still truth has the power to survive at all odds And silence has its own way to surpass the odds It heals; I say it heals but how? How can it heal? It is open and survived But never healed It has been overridden by life, But never healed And never to heal again, forgotten by life The wound still aches and silently forgotten As life has been into its gyration  I have my own silent moments Wherein I have my own feelings Those feelings are for me and to remember That those days where beautiful indeed Beautiful enough that there is no turn back No reverse gear to those beautiful moments I condemn, I fear That is how life wants

The way I want my life to be is astounding, pointing on things that bring happiness and success in tune. Desperately I do my work and the work/life balance here for an “IT guy” means just Office. The level of a Professional at the IT sector has gone down and musings and enjoyment of life is actuated. Today I just watched the movements and nuances of my fellow colleagues and felt pretty sad, as work has become the first priority for them and rest everything is secondary. I should tell them that (also tell myself that), work is like a rubber ball and life, friends, spirits, and family are like glass balls. If you don’t take care of these aspects, it is going to break into pieces. Life has its own paradigms. Laughter, fun, and emotions tune and attune to it to make it vibrant and beautiful. But I feel my life has turned into a mechanical and rather remote controlled one. Still I try to enjoy at work and keep myself pretty occupied with the chores of activities at office. Home has be