PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

Wake up at 6am,

At work at half-past seven.

It is morning and yet the sunbeams

Crash itself unsuccessfully

To the thick gloom of thoughts.



Planner.

Open the damn green notebook !

You know it will be a busy day.

Design how to keep sane in an ABCDEC world.

In bullet form.



Try. Think.

Try. Do. Think. Try some more.

Do. Cry. Die. Think. Do some more.

You envy the dog of your neighbor

Who can roll over and play dead.



But this is not you!



In the beginning,

This is not me.

Unbounded by time,

Undefeated by pressure,

Uncharacterized, unruled

By norms of the changing world.



I…

I love.

I love my work.

Love my work.

My work.

Where was “I”?



And I still love my work.

If it is my Romeo

I shall say, “It’s not you, it’s me.”

I don’t need a new job.

I need a new perspective.





I've forgotten who I am.

I’ve been near-sighted.

What used to be colorful, endless world,

Has become a 6x4 meter cubicle of routines

And grey towers of correspondence.



Try. Think.

Try. Do. Choose. Stand. LIVE.

Live. Learn. Love. Laugh. And laugh some more.

At the fall of night, life isn’t about proving oneself

…or beating deadlines.



Call of responsibilities.

Yes, it’s there and will always be.

There is no such thing as “Yay! I’m done!”

They’ll keep on coming even after I am gone.

If I’ll do it anyway, I need with it- momentous breakaway.



Demands of life are unlimited,

And I am a rare supply.

Life comes but only once, dare to dare.

Take chance of the gift of the last freedom-

Every sunrise, life is about owning every bit of it.



Live. Learn. Love. Laugh. And laugh some more.