MAGIC LOST

Leaning back on your workbench...

With a long breath you celebrate the work is over for the day...

Or feel good for those ten minutes when you don't have any work...

You lean back and think...

Sometimes work, sometimes problems and sometimes life...

You inherently think of how things changed...

How getting up in the afternoon changed an early rush filled start in the morning...

How those clumsy last days of the month transformed to hefty pay cheques...

How a free mind was now caged in its work...

The more you retrospect you realise it ain't these things which hurt....

The heart still yearns for those small instants of happiness... The magic those small moments had... How even talking to loved ones was a scheduling task...

How long hours on phone have changed to a ten minute brush up of health...

How long messages have given place to will talk later texts...

How meeting now means few minutes of sipping coffee together...

life has changed from what has to be cooked to what has to be ordered...

How festivals have changed to a holiday...

The heart wishes to find the happiness when someone accompanied you for a cup of tea or when u continued talking over tea and realised it was already 5 teas before ordering the sixth one....

The magic of small moments is only in d shades of grey...

The plethora of thoughts which run through and yet helpless I stand...

Coz my world has changed... All people lye tied to the hands of corporates and the bare truth remains...

Livelihood always takes the better of a person...

We have learnt to earn and invest and have forgotten what life is...

Probably destiny shapes it up dat ways...

And as I drown in my thots... There is a ping on my desktop...

Get back to work is what it asks...