Diya Alwani

Born with the cries, In the  beds so small, First breathe to final sighs, He hustles in it all! Different roads, different ways, Man works hard, night and days, To earn his bread, to claim the place And to win money in a daily race. Some wear suits, some carry sacks, Some mend hearts, some fit tracks. One seeks a desk, with papers piled, other toils in fields, under sun wiled! The destination is clear and so bright, Man chases money, day and night. For family's sake or the relatives fake, Some build castles and some earn steak. One thing he forgets, in the journey unclear, The master is waiting at the end so clear. Light at the end of tunnel, so bright, Where all paths will merge, in one pure light. The theme of the poem is the sole idea by Vinay Moryani. He is a keen seeker of spirituality and walks on the path of the same. I have turn his ideas into words and further mending into a complete poem!

 What is Success?  Success is something that we all crave for, at some moments of our lives. Craving an achievement in a particular field is what success mean to us. While picturizing success, all we can see is the final destination where we want to reach at the end and not the process which we have to follow.  Giving success, the limelight we may realize that success is not a single step process rather a gradient of all small steps. It can be observed as a gradient of colors blended into each other with no perfect boundaries. Same as in the case of success, we may move on to the different levels of a particular field and yet not realize how far we've came on our success gradient. By imagining success as a spectrum of color, we realize that, each new effort enhances the intensity of the color by small percentage. As we add up our efforts, we move to the more intense colors of our success gradient and thus making us shine brightly on our path. We are always fascinated with...