Hopeful human being.

I'm the one who lives hoping that there is always something new to come, something fascinating would probably happen. I always believe there will be a new bright morning, with all possible possibilities of a good fortune day; for a hopeful tommorrow. While thinking and inflating my hopes of being with a better dawn, I miss my today. As every hopeful human being, I still dream of a red horizon, from where new rays of light in varied hues of red will bless my desires. I continue to dream. I live. I'm no less than a human being learning how to live today. I'm no less than you. May you differ?
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H.o.p.e. 2010!

H.o.p.e. 2010! is the new mantra conceived by me to remain hopeful about this year. The acronym "H.o.p.e." enlarges to the idea of Harmonizing Optimism, Passion and Enthusiasm within one.

Isn't it a hopeful move? What else can I hold dear to see the color of my dreams? I believe H.o.p.e. as the only string attached to my desire to be in harmony with my dreams.

For my dreams in the shades of red, I need to have H.o.p.e.
I should have to crystallize it to make my dreary routes clear.
For my "a little too dream'atic" dreams H.o.p.e is the only known elixir.

On a hopeful note I'm welcoming the new year 2010, with a bag full of hopes; hoping hopes would bless. H.o.p.e. 2010!
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Hopes to carry forward.

What sort of day should be the last day of an year? Should it be a loose mix of bygone days? When I look back, I see it as a white cloudless sky, as it we see sometimes at high noon; a mere plain white space, where I forgot or neglected to fill my desires. I Could have added a few green spots. But I had left the canvas white!It was an year I lived on the edge of Hope, hoping a hopeful next day, which hadn't happened until.

The ones who came near instilled furthermore of hope, the ones who have had gone away taught me to Hope for a few better things. Some made me smile along, some made my tears froze. I did laugh, but I couldn't cry; when ever i tried to--I have had seen my tears forming into a large ball of blurry fumes, which smothered inside my head, heating it up as a brew. It made me bear the suffocation more than I'd been suffering from the conflicts within. I almost felt my eyes were burning to heap me into an unholy ash.

2009 was an eventful year of unhappening days! In this last ticking moment I only have Hopes to carry forward. What better thing do I have to carry along? Nothing. I'm leaping into the new hours with same old hopes. Thank You 2009, may you rest in peace.
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H.o.p.e Goddess.

Hope is my goddess.
I harmonized optimism, passion and enthusiasm.
Now she's the one who I pray my woes.
I submit myself to her.
But how long should I wait to see her?
Is she omnipotent in me?
She lifts my acumen to see the next.
She is the only friend of mine who inspires me to see beyond the chartered sky.
She is the wave I'm searching in the new shore.
She is the belief I hold dear to to see my dreams smile.
Hoping to meet her soon.
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Do you own the wind?
What speciality you boast to be not you?
Had your nerve dried up? Has it gone out of blood?
What better air do you breathe?
What better emotions do you feel?
If it is your arrogance to defy everything you dislike, I pity you.
Go wherever you want, go where your mind crave for,
go that extra mile where you would find new shining doors.
But when on a day, if you ever care to look back the road travelled,
you would perhaps see a few unfaded footprints with some names' inscribed.
Be prepared to hide your tears that day.
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Good morning!

On what basis we see dreams?
Is there anything logical in it or
is it illogical as we all are?
Isn't it a lucid uncertainty?

I do find it somewhat like being trapped in a dune,
overly blurred in its sandy whirlwind.
The staggering move we make to find the crossroads, become more hazardous.
We feel the heat of our blood inside our belly.

Sleeping, We all sleep inside our dreams!
But when we wake up, we rise to a greater reality of greeting another day,
whether we wish to make it as ours or not,liberated from a dream!
We see on more morning. Is it a Good morning?

live and find before next dream calls you to sleep.
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Blurry stare.

Thoughts being messed up in the mind made me unanswerable to any.
Do thoughts overblown make us haughty?
I feel like one among the wind blown dry leaves, in a gloomy dark alley.
Where to I’m being carried away?
Am I deprived my own existence?

Does the flying cluster of skylarks have their own existence they search?
A woman in dark blue cloak makes me run, run and make do more of it.
She is my desire.
She is not letting me to sleep, Even though I sleep opening my eyes.

The slipped away luck of mine stares at me helplessly.
The Luck is crying.
I’m sitting lame hoping in the hope.
I see a large plume of smoke slowly covering me.
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