Ladder to success…

I came across this somewhere on the internet and uploaded it just for a bit of motivation. Hope you will like it…

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O’ breeze!

O’ breeze! take with thee,
the words of my heart,
to the ears of my beloved,
or somewhere in her vicinity

I know the path of the wind,
blowing from here doesn’t go,
where I want it to end,
and I cannot deviate its flow

I know what I am sending,
are never to reach you,
I know, but sometimes we don’t want,
to believe in what is true

I am aware that I have become childish,
by singing about the one so distant,
to the breeze,
flowing across the seas,

But still I cannot cease,
to send the warmth of this heart,
so, o’ breeze!
can you please?

The nation, Pakistan, since then till now…

We were freed,
from the clutches of,
deprivation, injustice, and mistreat,
by our leaders to succeed

We were happy to get an identity,
which would land us to the glory,
dreamed by our leaders,
but we started to kill our emancipators

The start wasn’t a perfect one,
all the good work of the past,
was started to undone,
by the power players
to make the ideology shun

Then started the shameful events,
of descrimination, coups and detraction,
causing for a part of ours,
in seperation

Faint and incomplete as we bcome,
were to be used by the forces outside,
and in return of monatory gains,
we imported a culture of guns,
and drugs which caused us continues pains

Adding insult to the wounds,
became those at the helm,
who robbed us of whatever left in us,
in the name of democracy, freedom and justice

And the men in the millitary attire,
replaced the democratic morons,
to insert new lives in our shattered bodies,
but have rounded their claws like an octopus,
to engulf us all; what an irony!

One step ahead,
two steps back,
has been our story,
still we will strive to be,
back on track,
and achieve what we are destined for,
that everlasting glory.

Hopes are about to bloom…

Walking through the scented pine trees at the zero point I feel prompted to absorb all the greenry into my eyes. I gaze at everything around to capture the all beautiful shades of green covering the surroundings before I look up towards the sky and witness the divine strokes of gray on the vast canvas of the sky. Cool breeze is whispering the songs of hope into my ears as I reach to the wagan stop en route to Melody where I am about to appear for an interview which could lead me somewhere closer to a position that I have long dreamed of, stimulated by those fantasies of becoming a part in the development of our deprived masses.

Fortunately I do manage to grab a seat in the local transport without facing too many hiccups and I am at the interview place in a flash.

Here I see a legion of budding young professionals all waiting to have a crack at the advertised position and I wait for my turn as well. The very atmosphere at this office is enough to evaporate all the beautiful thoughts I brought with myslef and it starts to happen when I cast a glance on the faces of everybody present. The silence prevails in the atmosphere and everybody seems annoyed witht the presence of the other competitor. I start to crumble in my thoughts a bit but gather whatever positves I have just when I am about to be called for my turn. And I definetly feel positive sitting in front of that middle aged person busy investigating my resume. I feel so close to that distant world of fantasies right here in the office and I am happy to hear the news that I have been shortlisted for the position.

On my way back I feel like I have crossed the initial milestone and I feel like I am just about to land over the moon. I retrospect and think how I have been managing to knock constantly at the doors of the elusive even having got my hands injured in the process. Am I about to reap the fruits of my steadfastness? Are my hopes about to be materialized? Again I hope so…