...in memory of

....once came a note of concern....it was something like this...

This is what I feel like doing rt now…
I’m looking at a wall paper on my desktop
It’s a path… well trodden but solitary
Lush meadows cluttered with trees on one side
A deep abyss dark and brooding on the other

It’s a turn that I see before me.. I know not where it would take me
The path is lit by mellowed rays of setting sun..
I can almost feel the soothing light on my skin
There is a breeze and it carries with it something pleasant

I feel a wander lust…don’t wanna come back where I started
I love the feel of ground moving beneath my feet..
I feel alive , light , wanna soar up in the sky….
But still..still..i’m afraid to take the turn that I see before me
Coz I know not…what lies ahead..i know not…what is in store…

...then went the reply....something in somewhat similar note...

It’s not afraid dear, just rising anxiety…
Coz the turn u took sometime back, looks similar in shape and tone
You have to follow this road, as u see no other go...

Hold up your head and try to see beyond…
Above the lush meadows…and dark deep abyss
There are still rays…rays giving hopes
You saw it as a setting sun…but stop and look once more…
It’s the mighty rising sun…embracing u with a fresh new dawn

See the small shrubs and trees ahead….
Are they afraid, dull or concerned…
Taller they stand, greener they look…coz
They take the night…as break b/w dawns

So learn from them my dear…
Fly away ur fears…
Still more turns to come…
More and more churning to be done…

Keep up the lust...the spirits and the passion
Be light…alive and active…
Then only you can soar…soar up in the sky

...in the memory of some good old phase of my life...the time when i wrote long long mails...things that made difference in the irksome world of an IT guy.