Beyond the pitch

 "You can't run a marathon without no mile markers. Metrics help us understand speed and distance" -Simon Sinek- Are you a goal or process oriented person? What do you satisfy the most? The end result or the way you get to that end? What motivates you to go to your work? It is the salary get at the end of each month or is it your ability to do work over time?  The history has proven that every successful person is someone who believes in the process by which he/gets to the end of the journey. Successful people would tell us that it is far better to re-live the joy of the journey you take to ahcieve something than the joy enjoyed at the end of something or after achieving something.

 Tring treeng  I called her once, I called her twice, I called her gazillion times, She never cared. You get the call you expect it the least.

 The thing remember most from my childhood is the passion I used to see the world from a very simple perspective! I used to look at people passionately and I saw goodness in people whenever I chance to meet a variety of people. Perhaps that was instilled in me by the fairy tales I read as a toddler/enfant.  As a kid I was always amazed by the colours, shapes and characters in the fairy tales. Those fairy tales represented a world where there is justice, loyalty and happiness!  The power of the fairy tales started to lose its fervour when I became an adult. The  burden of being an adult is the curse of pinning down a value judgement on things you see experience/see. You start to lose your inner child when you start to question those fairy tales. My inner child is  still alive in soul! He still believes in "a happily ever after" reality! I still want ro run free! I still like to see the world free of those value judgements! I wish I could go back to the times I be...

 I wrote a poem. My tears were the verses and my sighs filled the rhythm, it echoed to the long lasting darkness I wrote a poem. I tried to bury my guilt and sorrow in between the lines, But it failed miserably. I wrote a poem. I consoled myself and thought it was over, Yet I could not see an end. I wrote a poem, I decided to take a look at other poems, PEACE they seek in withered pages.  PAIN is the poet's beloved MUSE.  -Chandula-