On an Odyssey to Yogi-land.

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Time. Where art thou? 

 There never was and never will be time enough for those who have it. Sadly and unfortunately, it shall be the same for those fighting for breath.

Time. It is the most powerful source of energy available to man. Yet we run after, what?, some blue coloured dyed liquid used as power source to run transportation. Or busy in harnessing the sun. All this time forgetting that we need to make sure 'time' is harnessed to the optimum as well. The more you harness time, more your life is enriched. It is the most powerful energy source in this world and yet no one defines it as such, you know why? They fear, what will become of them if all of us knew the secret to harness time.

Tell you the truth, there is no secret. Either you respect your time or you do not. No amount of 'seven habits of highly effective people' is going to change that. And those of you who know how to harness time are known to have reached Yogi-land!


 Centuries old tale
never ceases to amaze
this incomprehensible cycle
of life and death. 

Do not fight about what is gone, 
cherish what you still have, 
make use of time 
not everyone has it enough.

As we speak, my friend 
there is this man who is fighting to breathe,
nothing left for his young wife and children,
for him to bequeath.

Everything that ever was, is dead
that which still lives shall be too
& if you have enough time to spare
pity thyself, the dead have it too. 


Comments

  1. Anisha Singh1 May 2017 at 00:09

    True that .
    The only difference between successful people and those who don't fall in the league is procrastinating.. I have begun to understand now.
    Getting things done takes will , the will to keep going , to never stop , come what may .

    Well written !

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