I have been awaiting to be yr 2013, to start my blog again. But little did I knew that it should start from a poem like scribbling written waiting in GM's cabin after handing over my Resignation letter. My GM who couldn't accept it went to discuss with other management team asking me to wait in his cabin.
So here goes, my scribblings...again, coined from own life!.
CROSSING THE STREAM
Deciding amidst dificulties is the most difficult choice.
Yes. I know.
The anguish and pain I went thrugh;
Is the hardest of all.
Since seven months, I'm in this deep waters;
With no hopes of a single rescue to find the shore.
Now, alas it seems to pass the dawn...To a new shore.
Brightness of the shore, of that promised land do I see -
Yes, there awaits the land of hopes and happiness.
Went through the waves of harshness;
thoughts of discomfort;
words of hatred.
The wild fire caused by a single spark...of a least expected stick.
My heart..burdened with this heaviness;
Like fallen in deep waters, like being in a desert.
My surroundings, structures I tried to build-up;
Yep, its them! They only has instilled this feeling and given me this moment.
I waited...So Long..
I waited so long like looking for streams in the desert.
But, nowhere did I find a single drop of hope.
Except for one.
Except for one drop of hope and motivation;
Who itself in truth required motivation and hope to get along.
Who knowingly/unknowingly happened to be the Prey -
The Prey of the 'deep waters'.
All happenings from Past three months can be quoted to mould this decision of mine.
Made me to choose this decision;
With this hardness and heaviness.
Amidst unprofessional and heartless community,
I survived this ocean, the deep waters.
And now I'm getting the call...the time itself is calling;
To call this stream.
To find a new path.
I do wish, let there be new streams for this community,
Let there be new hopes and new heights.
But, let me to choose this stream.
For my time is knocking at my door.
Asking me to bid adieu.
As I do not belong to this place.
As I am not meant to be here.
I am not meant to be here.
Let me, to cross this stream.
Written during 11:30 - 12:30 Indian timing.
