This is a poem i wrote a long time back. It’s about a woman who has all the money, name fame..................the works. But she realizes as she reaches the ‘top’ position, that there’s no one to share her life, and success is not what it’s cracked up to be. See, I was running out of ideas as to what to post about, so i thought of putting this up. Bear it :), until i crack my brains for something else to post. Love all.
All that glitters.......
I hear the sound of silence,
In this spring-filled blossomed paradise,
I watch the ripples to oblivion,
And I breathe a tranquil sigh.
I notice a dried-old leaf,
Brown with age and so dead,
The dew glistens on its surface,
So enticing to its effect.
I smile inwardly at the irony,
Me and the leaf so alike,
All glitter and gloss on surface,
And it’s all obsolete inside.
My heart’s devoid of desires,
Each day comes and shifts along,
The monotony has entrapped me,
Is this where I belong?
On the ‘top’ i am believed to be,
And so may be the truth i reckon,
Since no one’s there beside me,
All alone i stand, so withdrawn.
I breathe out another sigh,
But not as tranquil to effect,
It’s time again to fake the smiles,
And face what I have come to detest.
P.S: I sound so bitter and sad.......but to make myself clear, this is not about ‘me’(since i’m no where near ‘success’. But a girl’s allowed to write imaginary crap sometimes![since reality crap is nowhere to be found these days]......).
So my advice-Success is not money, it’s happiness. (I have been going on about ‘success’ a lot lately...............hmmmm.............i wonder........:O)
