Diya Alwani

 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 the color

  Why do you cherish the dead ones so much? He asked! They live forever in between my books… I replied adding… Fresh rose, Cherished for it's beauty; Dead rose, Is beyond the beauty. Fresh rose, Smells so sweet; Dead rose, Smells of  memories. Fresh rose, Gives the feel of softness; Dead rose, Gives the feel of the past. Fresh one, Bloom for days; Dead one, It forever stays. Fresh one, Remains with the rest; But a dead one, Is like a secret close to the chest. To which he added, Fresh rose, Has petals so smooth, And with a gentle touch They soothe. Dead rose, Crinkled and dry But holds the whispers Of that last goodbye. And then left….

We learn so many things in our lives and experience a great treasure somewhere. The things we learn can be common in a bulk or may be present in only one. The amount of energy or effort we put into those things is the criterion for being satisfied. The more effort we put in, the more self-satisfied we are, but somewhere even after putting in our efforts, there is a void inside us. We can feel that emptiness inside us even after being happy outside. Somewhere we aren't fully satisfied and we end up saying, there's still something we must've done. That void is because of the absence of a connection to that particular thing or the connection between our spirit and the energy surrounding us. There's this lack of bond between our aura and the energy outside our souls. The bond becomes weaker and weaker when we do not try to find that lost connection. One can say he is fully into something when he is attached to it by the spirit within and can feel that he's being stuffed

Amidst the realm of colors, pure and bright, Lies a hue that enchants with its gentle light. White, the language of beginnings anew, Where love and hope intertwine and grew. A symphony of stillness, a quiet retreat, In its embrace, the world finds peace so sweet. Unveiling a serenity, calm and serene, White, the embodiment of dreams unseen. A winter's kiss on landscapes fair, Blankets of snow in the crisp, cold air, White, the artistry of nature's hand, A creation of grace across the land. In the canvas of art, white takes its place, A blank page's promise, an artist's embrace, White, the birthplace of imagination's flight, Where thoughts and visions take their height. Yet, white's not empty, nor void of hue, It holds the colors of the world in its dew, A prism of potential, where rainbows arise, White, the palette from which creation flies. Oh, luminous white, mystic hue, Stories and wonders come into view. A symbol of unity, simplicity's grace, In your emb