The fluttering butterfly...

Rotting wood, sinking mud, flies flying low
A path that disappears like smoke in the wild
Silence as thick as a frozen sheet of snow
Who could guess this once nursed a family, a child?

Years had not been neither loving nor kind,
Taking away the warmth, the softness, the calm
Leaving her barren, hard and blind
Not a soul to nurse her wound, not even the balm

Yet, the will stays unbroken, brittle but still
Fighting it out with the fire and the storm
The hope that was, the dream of the will,
A dazed moth, to its death drawn...

The promise of friends that would not part
Leaving her behind without a glance, forget a thought
An iron will kept her standing, with a shattered heart
Still searching for the same laughter, the fluttering butterfly uncaught!

Being a 'Monkey' at work!

                                  'Are you a monkey?' thundered rhetorically my irate senior yesterday.  This gentle manner of rebuke is quite common at my work place. My fault of course was that I was being myself, hyper ventilating over a new project at work. I have always been one with extreme sides, my biggest strength and fault. Working in an environment of extreme activity where every second matters has, let's just be honest about this, not helped at all! Thus resulting with the new christening "MONKEY"

This is not the first time that I have gently been reminded to realise that I am a novice in the field and that I have miles to go before I can even deem to think of myself as a 'trained' worker. 'You are a child in the organisation', I remember my Boss telling me one day when he caught me being a little confident in my work. Back then of course I used to think that I have learnt so much that I could do what was expected without any guidance. This one I managed to overcome with no effort from anyone, believe you me. Realising that each day brings a new lesson, not only from seniors but even from someone not a part of your work space has slowly dawned on me (lord I sound grown up!)

 Being a monkey isn't a bad thing though.I mean if most scientists are to believe we all have come from the monkeys. So I am a monkey at work. If logic is to be followed so were my seniors. I mean, they too must have started somewhere no? This only dawned upon me when I ran into seniors of my seniors. I think it is human nature to believe that the standard of excellence is what one sees before one. Only when exposed to various aspects of a role does one notice the cracks in the pedestal, as those who were so comfortably seated on it stumble and fall. So trail and error is the way as I hopefully progress following the age old path of evolution.