"Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?"

Not sure why I remembered these lines all of a sudden. These lines used to be very dear to me a long time back when I had started reading Shelley. And then time went by and the memories too. And today they came back to me when I was wondering dumbfounded that does literature really come handy when we want to vent out our feelings.
I am actually smiling at myself. I am physically present at workplace trying my best to do justice to my responsibilities (well I am actually working and my mailbox can prove that) and I have headphones glued to me ears and the music playing as I write is,
" Kahin duur jab din dhal jaaye......"
and then suddenly Shelly decides to knock the door of my memory lane....strange right?
OK enough now.... a person who has deadlines to meet at work and needs to devote all her day (literally) in work to justify her pay packet and maintain her job in this world of recession shouldn't have the luxury to brood over her feelings and lonliness in the daytime. I have sleepless nights for that.....

I was kind of getting used to the sun and heat. But reality is indeed stronger than illusion. And now I have another cloudy day in hand.
But did I say i despised it? No way....I have always preferred cloudy days over the scorching heat. For me the bright sunny days induce a kind of no nonsense feeling. The sun kind of symbolizes my BOSS and directs me strictly to get back to work. :(
And cloudy days....ah I love them. They inspire to me to take a break and break free from the daily chores.
And today is a Cloudy FRIDAY...........and I am at my desk trying hard to pretend that I am working. One part of my heart says I have a delivery in hand and other says lets forget this world and take a break. Specially now, since I am leaving this place shortly I want to enjoy each moment here with the person with whom I would be enjoying the rest of my life.
So what do I actually want to do now? Well...let me think. How about a mystery book the ending of which is totally unpredictable....or probably a nice thought provoking movie....or a soothing deep ghazal playing in the background and me munching on crispy bhajji and a steaming cup of tea. oh...this is ecstasy.......

Enough is Enough....stop dreaming and get back to work....

Start the Sail....Destination Unknown

Don't know why I started this. Probably as a feeling of reciprocation. Probably to let loose a wish buried inside me since long. Probably the present futile hours in Office. Probably in anticipation of the lonely hours which awaits me for the next sixty days. Reasons may be one of them or all of them.
But would like to continue. Its been so long that I have nurtured those hobbies without which I never imagined an existence. The entire sustanance now revolves around a cyclic phase of office, appraisals and competition which yields nothing more than grief and brooding. I know this is inevitable but no harm leaving atleast one open window for fresh air.
I know I lack perseverance now which used to be my asset. But no harm testing myself again.
My first post without a line of poetry......? No thats not me.

Sail forth — steer for the deep waters only,
Reckless O soul, exploring,
I with thee, and thou with me,
For we are bound where mariner has not yet dared to go,
And we will risk the ship, ourselves and all.

O my brave soul!
farther farther sail!
O daring joy, but safe! are they not all the seas of God?
O farther, farther, farther sail!