Is life about a daily status call??
Is it about a perfectly written mail?
Or is it a brief appreciation for your ass hardening work??
You know a small mistake will be exaggerated,
May be it’s about avoiding being on edge everyday,
Perhaps,,, it’s about “oh shit! A silly mistake”,,, about surviving the tension,
about a dry smile that evaded lot such silly scars;
A window full of rain disturb work hours, not a good sign, eh??
Some just return seeking their bed,
Some remain awake, experience silent midnight corridors,
Another Darwin like survival, people just make it by a whisker!
A line, beyond lies a Friday, life’s about crossing that line, in repeat mode;
Life seems like a filled timesheet at weekends, only to restart from zero,
Like a goal achieved, aiming another, never far fetched but…… scary,
All your narrow escapes, runaways, efforts how silly or how hard it is, does it all count??
May be,,,,,, Life is about a reconciliation, of confusion and certainty.. May be…….