Dreams of Success...

just like any other usual day.. i was sitting in the cafeteria of my office.. and few tables away i cud see a poster displaying a beautiful scene and words of encouragement as.. "Nothing is as real as a dream.. go for it..".. and i smiled..

having sips of cola with wafers mellowing the time.. i thought that i think everyday.. of my dreams.. goals.. ambitions.. success and achievement..

i admit... since the day i joined the company i hv become more ambitious... my hunger for success increased within no time.. and now i want to reach heights where one doesnt feel sad.. only proud and happiness takes u over..

sitting over there... i thought of penning down something.. a framed story or any fictional tale related to dream and beauty wasnt possible.. so after years.. i wrote a poem.. may be it wont have that smoothness that my earlier poems used to had.. but the person writing this has changed over the period of time.. and isnt the same.. i named it as..

"Dreams of Success"

as the dreams fly on
with my take on life
just to hold them once
everyday i strive

alone in the woods
i walk the dawning day
watching them go
behind the clouds and golden rays

and my senses tickle me to smile
with no reason i keep moving miles
for the catch, that i see every night
as i sleep, to welcome a day bright

with the wants and wishes
i close the day
with some aspirations
that glorify the way

ah! i am tired
feel lost and dead
screams of pain
now all over spread

into a river i dive to flow
been a person who needed to grow
like an age it seems now
success is my life, my beauty and vow!
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so.. now.. after writing this i realized hw much i am into my thoughts and dreams that i dont see the small happiness around me.. smiles of faces dont attract me anymore.. something is stoned within me that is not melting.. maybe with time as i rise to greater heights.. the sun wud melt it down..

after all success has the heat, that makes everyone bow..