The song in you...

Have you ever felt as if everything you have been so engrossed in, deeply committed to , relishing almost as your physical, emotional and spiritual feast was not even worth a little toss of a beautiful head and moving your fingers through "brown hair sweet, brown hair over the mouth blown" or worth a hearty, hearty laugh shared with a beggar urchin in small by-lanes, or just closing your eyes for a siesta while your mother watches with quiet love in her eyes. Have you ever felt, even as you were leading in a F1 race, like throwing it all up, grabbing a crumpled piece of paper or whatever you could lay your hands on and retire to some quiet obscure corner just to allow the song in you to strike a beat through your pen? Have you ever felt that after you secured basic bread and butter and reasonable comfort of a roof and a few clothes for you and family, its insane to go on breaking into sweat just to "ambitionise" your approach life. 

Yes, work is the greatest high for a clean soul, a worship, a passion, a romance - but only when work is done as a consecration.

But to return to the question, have you ever felt as if everything......