"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.....