Success, Luck and Hope

Success is that cherished dream of life,
Which likes to play hide & seek.
The moment you feel you're almost there,
That very instant you fall down in the creek.

An endeared rumination is success,
Which will make you bite your nails.
'Cause once you set your feet on its track,
What you won't be able to cross are the rails.

Success is what is nullified,
When you are adamant to foster its seemliness.
It is what gets diminished,
When you desperately want it to glitter in the darkness.

Hard work maybe the key to success,
But luck is the biggest lock.
One that hard work can't break open,
And makes you work around the clock.

Luck is the boulder that hinders your downy path,
And makes your quench for success increase.
The more you lose, the more is the desire,
That your dream, luck will not cease.

But what should be kept alive is hope,
For it contains the key to the lock of luck.
Hope will make luck a tiny stone,
That you'll throw, and the nectar you'll suck.

Dream

A creative way of fancying the world is a dream

A lovely way to peep into others' soul is a dream

A thought that gives pleasure is a dream

A wish that is concealed in the heart is a dream

A concept that satisfies others is a dream

A height that remains unreached is a dream

A light that dazes out the eyes is a dream

A name that strikes inside is a dream

But what you never earn is a dream

What you always search but never find is a dream

What you always crave for is a dream

What demands but never gives love is a dream

The water that keeps you thirsty is a dream

The wind that never blows is a dream

A charm that pleases yet deceives is a dream

But what keeps all hopes alive is a dream

Irony

It is hard
It is hard to forget
It is hard to forgive
It is hard to achieve
It is hard to impress
It is hard to attain
It is hard to sacrifice
It is hard to be honest
It is hard...

It is easy
It is easy to let off
It is easy to overlook
It is easy to endeavour
It is easy to be gentle
It is easy to be consistent
It is easy to never hate
It is easy to never hide
It is easy...

Life Is...

Life is a contrast

a contradiction

a statement

a remark

Life is a game

a scoreboard

a report

a grade

Life is an aim

an achievement

an accomplishment

a fulfillment

Life is a person

a thought

an understanding

a relation

Life is a life

a need

a wish

a grant

LOVE

Love is a miracle,
Which occurs once in life.
And once it has happened,
Without it you can't survive.

Love is a feeling,

Which stealthily charms us.

And it bounds us to,

Preserve it with us.

Love is a possession,

Which makes you proud,

When you make it fulfill,

All things it vowed.

Love is a subject,

Which teaches you that,

Emotions rule the mind,

And not mind rules heart.

Love is a dream,
Which comes true once.
And betrays us no matter,
Whenever it comes.

Love is a blessing,

Which is once showered upon,

Us so that we can,

Feel the pain when its gone.

Love is a dejection,

Which hurts you when,

You try to grab it and,

It hides in a den.

Love is a fire,

That blazes hard.

It burns us through the heart,

And never makes our card.

Love is a thirst,

Which makes us avid.

And the more we crave for it,

The more we are arid.

Yet love is a symptom,

Which shows your sentiments.

And says that trust and faith,

Are the most necessary elements.

The Morale of The Climber

Oh! How seemly it appeared,
The red-green money plant.
All its branches stretching upwards,
Hoping God will fulfill its every grant.

It always looks up at the sky,
Aiming at things that are very high.
It loves the beauty of the eminence,
Wishing like birds it could fly.

It makes every attempt it can,
To rise up and touch the heavens.
But the nearer it approaches,
The farther it impels.

But it is not disheartened,
It keeps on climbing.
Covering walls and walls,
But from its effort, never refraining.

Success is its primary aim,
For which it works so hard.
Day & night longing for it,
And trying to make its card.

And this is what it teaches us,
That success is everything in life.
Your every toil should be to achieve it,
And continue in that respect ignoring any strife.

The climber stands as an ideal before us,
Giving us the morale of courage.
To boost in us confidence,
And teaching us to break from the "cage".

The cage of discouragement,
The cage of hesitation,
The cage of dissuasion,
The cage of subjection.

Oh! Fellow beings..
See that climbing plant.
So enthusiastic, so enthralled,
To meet its cherished want.

Let all of us look upwards,
And stretch our arms to meet the highs.
Let all of us rise from our depression,
And like the climber REACH THE SKY.

In The Forest of Life

I travelled across many plains,
They had very tough terrains..
Mountains of tragedy
Rivers of grief
Stones of ignorance
Thorns of jealousy
Grass of hatred
Branches of darkness
Leaves of sorrow
Winds of loneliness..

But there was some light...
Some thought to rely
The flowers of happiness
The springs of success
The falls of laughter
In the forest of Life!!!