A friend of mine forwarded this to me ...claiming it to be some general stuff....and I found it too good for not to be posted on the blog ...so here it is folks...
That's the way life is float....float....thats what I am learning...They are like chicken-pox for some
After once they don’t come
At the time they are strenuous
But incidence and vaccination is simultaneous
For some they are like common cold
Every change of season they’ll take your hold
With changing intensity they linger all the time
Like an allergic miner in a dusty coal mine
They overwhelm you with sensations unknown
Cripple with obsessive thoughts when you are alone
Nothing soothes, twitching legs don’t let you sleep
Heavy head, nauseous like standing in the swamp knee-deep
Time like you know altogether changes
Seconds are hours, hours are days, days are endless
Float my dear, The fog will clear!
The wounds will heal now so severe
Soon to post how I am recollecting myself...It's a hectic and fatiguing affair...but it's damn neccessary for my psyche...
hectic and fatiguing affair comes along with the fat salary package of IT.
ReplyDeleteAfter five years in IT, this becomes routine I believe.
Some addition from me.
Some are like Aids- No one want them to come,
They are so dangerous, once they bump by any chance,they wont leave u.