Dead End Or..?

Enthusiasm

Inch by inch, I see it disappear.

Patience

Drop by drop, I hear it drain away.

Hope

Layer by layer, I feel it fade off.

How long can one live in a bubble of self-deception?

Two days. Two weeks. Two months. Not longer. Or is it possible?

When will it arrive?

The last call. The final thrust. The end.

What would be the next station?

Status quo. More disappointment. Or real transformation?

Meanwhile, I wait.

For answers. A familiar bell. A way around. A way out.

I died today

I died at my desk today.

First a little, then a little more, and then completely.

I think what’s left of me right now is a light and dreamy soul, completely forgetful of reality. A blissful spirit, yearning to listen to her again and again and again.

The bosses and workload and deadlines, the EMIs and bills and coursework, the career plans and confusions and goals: they have all gone pop out of the world!  (at least for today)

Exaggeration? May be. 

Am gone nuts. No doubt. 

Need to snap out of this state? Definitely.

With her voice, style and feeling, Roberta Flack manages to flash before my eyes all my life's milestones and memories that never fail to move me even after so many years. I have no clue if her Killing Me Softly has made a similar impact on anyone else.

But this second, if Roberta is before me, I might hug and kiss her, and cry!  

Rot in a Rut

Hold back your head

Forget your heart

Drop off your plans

Nod to their whims

Pick what they give

Ask not for more

Go with the flow

Fall in Place