Wings beyond Fear

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On every verse of life

She feared every step she took

Reluctant to stand up against the crowd

The shades of the world was all that she looked

Never did she open her eyes to the bright

Never did she dare to take the risk

She wished to stay at her mooring

Till she experienced a sudden twist

A spark in her soul

Wished to spread her wings, off the ground

Visualizing the rising Sun in herself

Leaving all her fellow mates spell-bound

Giving a boost to her instinct

Stood high and firm

Her mettle touched the sky

Optimism was wealth she earned

The felicitous environment she created

Her life quite remunerative

Glow in her soul was quite vivid

Personality she wore, so pure so assertive

Just the correct personality is all you need

Rise from a pupae to a butterfly

Hit the niche, grasp up the top speed

Never you fear, always initiate a try

The "S" Transformation

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What do you call a struggle? You are looking out to gain something and you start to work hard for it; is that you call struggle? Ask yourself again if you really know what struggle means.

We live in a society where hard work is misunderstood to be struggle. People have morphed themselves into a living dead such that all they want is to facilitate themselves with more and more luxuries and with ease. You want something, you lose something. You work hard but that is not a STRUGGLE.

I was treading along a roadside when I saw an old man, reluctantly working on the road, sweeping the road to earn his bread. It was quite inevitable that he didn’t like his job, yet he was hardwired to do it for his livelihood. That is what struggle is, my friends.

You are at a position you have chosen to be. You have not yet endured the pain of life, and I pray we all never have to. If you are studying, doing any job at some organization or any other thing which you had opted for, you must love it, not because it serves you right, but because you chose it, thinking to achieve something for it.

I was studying mechanical engineering and I hated a few subjects, I would have loved to tear the pages of the books. But I heard a voice from my inside: why am I doing this? Did anyone compel me to be what I am today? I have carved my own self out today and I have chosen this field because I love it. Why should I hate it just because I do not like a few subjects? I am calling it a struggle but I myself chose this and I see my future to be decorated by the matter I have mustered in my gray cells. No, I cannot call it a struggle. I am loving it and will continue to study, no matter what but I will venture upon it to study as it interests me.

Struggle never serves you. If, what you are doing gives you even a fraction of happiness and is remunerative, that is not struggle. It is just that you have a shell of fear upon you which you need to subside. Let it not be babelism over hard work as a struggle. And even if you think you are struggling, dig the way through the box and reach out for the ray. Every negative can be transformed into positive. Love what you do, do what you love. Everything can be fruitful to you, even the bad things or the things you hate.

So stop complaining, start exploring yourself. Push your struggle to the level that it becomes not your weakness, but an enormous strength you can possess.

Initiate the Ignition

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Success is nothing but a combination of failures. A person who gets up and passes through the storm of failure can achieve the height of success. But what if a person just gives up before entering the storm just to be on the safe side? Is it good enough to ignore the storm or go for it and see the aftermath?

Hardly had he completed his school life when he started dreaming of different inventions he wanted to make while studying mechanical engineering. Siddharth was a student with good mental power, not the book worm kind but he knew the right applications of his knowledge. He always thought of making new machines, models, and projects but dropped the ideas making some or the other excuses. 

His ocean of ideas was enormous, even took a little initiative but used to give up during the incunabula of the respective project in the fear of failure. He thought that his time and money would be in vain if he tasted the failure but he was unaware of the fact that no great success has ever been achieved without the mountain of failure.

No doubt there are many failures that hinder the way to our path towards success but it is only due the failure that increases our enthusiasm and enrages our blood to fly upon success. The time passed during any failure is not the time wasted, but the time in which you got to learn something. Have a dream? Take the initiative, put your foot on the pedal, go towards it at the top speed and fly with the wings of success. Care less about the pit of failure. There are only 2 possibilities: Try and achieve your aim. And try, fail, learn, again try and achieve your aim. It is as clear as crystal that trail is the ultimate weapon what you possess. You are not a failure until you do not get up after you have fallen for success strikes only upon those who have the guts to pass through the path of obstacles to achieve it.

The time you waste in busy doing nothing is like letting the wind go which could have helped you to fly. Get yourself up, implement your imagination or later, be the slave to implement someone else’s imagination.

Be The Change

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The profound aim he had

Always ran in his blood

Working tough day and night

A flower blooming from a bud

No wonder he had obstacles

No wonder he had to climb the “SUCCESS” hill

He made it prior than anything

In his eyes was seen the zeal

“Who is gonna let you?” people said

“Who is gonna stop me?” he replied

Be the change you want to see

Before you see your dreams die in front of your eyes

The Sun has to Burn

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Walking down the silent street

With the cloud of grief hovering over him

The darkness was inexpressible

He had an ocean of fire to swim

On his boulevard

He mulled over his sadness

Sinking deeper and deeper in it

Affecting his own happiness

No longer had he seen a pupae

Which was about to break

Butterfly which was rose from the pupae

He saw it leaving all his worries at stake

Quite a lesson he learnt from it

Life gives us many tough stages, not just one

And if a person is passing through burn

That is because he made to shine like the Sun