Introspection

I have a feeling that I need to stop and gauge myself, my strengths and Weaknesses.

Time is so priceless. We all get 86,400 seconds of it everyday.
A rich businessman, a beggar along the roadside, each one gets the same amount everyday.
We can only imagine the great divide in the utilization of the seconds.

Einstein's theory of relativity enumerates this valiant truth in a sermonous fashion,
" An hour spent with aloved one seems only a minute but a minute spent on a hot pan seems an hour."

I even dream of the day I never waste a minuteand even try to savor my heart's delight having done that. Not realising that I am wrecking that dream, just as I am dreaming about it.

My poems

Feelings never die down,

they are hidden by circumstances.

The more deeper ones are

forced all the way down.

My poems

Everyone loves the feeling of comfort.

There is a feeling of comfort,

even in saying it.

It is a foremost thing,

rich relish

and the

poor strive for.

May be that's why I like the feel of cotton on me

My poems

The day today is the same,

but the time today is vastly different.

Things that I thought would never occur to me,

are today pushing me on.