The love ❤

The love out there

Waves and giggles like a child

In my direction.

Am I too old for success?

Am I too workaholic too be hugged?

I am balanced

In this work-life edge.

Slow steps to work

No bacteria will make me rush,

No ppt will control my steps

And slowly as a flat balloon

I will slide on the floor

And reach my desk.

Proceedings and pausing

You can pause for a day, a week,
And nobody sees your standing.
You alone Are creating.
Your mind, your imagination
Is processing yours next steps
And gluing together your achievements.
What comes next is in the picture
But still unfocused
until your superpowers
Are redefined.