Shaking up from that bed,
Oh God, for how long have being in that slumber?
The wrinkles on that face shown on that broken mirror says it all
Playing the apportioning game has become my hobby
Blaming everyone for my failures
But here I am now face to face with time.
Why do you keep on moving, oh time
Even as I am talking with you.
Please stop for once for me to gather those broken pieces
The slate I have my project on is also broken.
Disorder equals distraction.
And clutter creates lack of clarity and dissipation of energy.
Our ability to focus our energy, talent and efforts is paramount to our success in life endeavours.
In the age we live, we are confronted with more distractions than ever before.
Our professional and personal lives are somewhat intertwined.
We must learn how to stand guard at the door of our very active minds.
We will never achieve mastery in life by just doing which result in diluting and dispersing our valuable energy, time and attention.
Organization may not equal clarity, but it contributes significantly to it.
We live in an age that we are constantly being deluged with data.
Watching the entire world mumbles,
I wonder how far I have running towards the unknown.
Naked I came on that very day.
With those beaming laughter welcoming my stay.
Those laughter seemed to end not.
Until those gloomy days started flowing,
The world could felt on one’s shoulders like Atlas.
I have come to a point,
Where I know not what feelings are.
What a loser I am.
Looking at success through the eyes
Of those who know me not.
Waiting for the world to be happy with me.
Forgetting about my very own existence and happiness.
Oh, what a loser I have being!