Notes of an IT Guy: My Comfort Zone

Just casually as I sit in front of my laptop, I just cant stop wondering about the several things that are going in my head.. In fact in my Life and I wonder how many other people have the similar spikes in their heads too. Mid 20's are very worrisome period of someone's life professionally as well as personally. Atleast it is for me. I have completed nearly 40-50 percent of my effective lifespan and quantitatively I can measure my life with just a few educational degrees and experience certificates. Perhaps most people in this IT industry (in this age group of course) will have the same tale with an added marriage certificate or onsite stamp. I don't remember what I had expected my life to be when i was in my college but I am sure it isn't the one I am having now. The innocence of the childhood and the excitement of the adulthood have seemed to be lost in this so called Rat Race.Time management is one of the major concerns. I don't know why the 24 hours of a day just pass without even doing anything substantial during the day. I measure a days worth on by counting the changes I have done to my life or any ones life on that particular day. And now I see, I have not done any thing in ages!! I used to love books infact I still do, but now all I have is a pile of unfinished books only because i seem to lose interest in mid way through a book. I like to see movies, but of lately I would prefer to watch my favorite movies over and over again but don't want to read a new one. I wonder if it reflects my subtle inability to change. I might have gone well into my comfort zone and that prevents me from any new change, even as small as a novel or a movie. I have become a Mechanical Robot programmed to work and live within an abstract confinement i.e. My Comfort Zone. Does this happen to many or is there anyone the  who can relate to me in this?

The Poet in Me

time and again i come back here..
mostly at times when i face my fears..
framing my thots and my reactions..
thru wrds i try to follow my passion..

for my princess i wrote, drenched in luv..
even for my angel, though a couple of..
som for the ones who are still close to my heart..
n i do expect them nvr to depart..

phrased my lines with the pain i bear..
showered wishes upon d ones who r dear..
wrote to find reason with my hearts mutiny..
fought big wars with my destiny..

my lines were forgotten.. so were my wrds..
the hidden meanin, often got unheard..
the frog in the well or the bird in the sky..
as if it was always just d woes of som guy..

srsly i don know wot i feel right now...
everythin just feels pretty blank somehow..
my poems r always my truest form..
thru these I hav tackled many storms..

as a brother to 1, and a friend to some..
even to a dear girl whom i call my mom..
i dedicate this poem as a token of my respect..
for you all hav becum my poems subject.. :)