I see my own million reflections!

Did I learn to be happy forgetting my happiness?
The day I realized I lost my power to decide, I’d gone blank.
Now I feel the sky like a giant mirror, in which I see my own million reflections.

I see -
me weep.
me frown.
me flying into a moving cloud, jumping down,
floating in the sea -
everything other than a smile.

I see -
my uncountable unseen expressions.
my shadow melting.
my breath whirling around me.
unsmiling lips turned to a thick dead worm.

Staring up I feel the pain of my tears evaporating.
My eyelids have gained weight.
My sky is turning to a large white paper.


I’m dwarfed into my own lazy reflection.
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You walk.

You walk.
You walk towards Green.
You don’t know where it will take you,
But you can follow your talents.
Mid way you’ll meet people who differ with you.
You smile. You Pretend. You work for them too.
Walk through it. Sleep through it. Go on.
Walk until you find green.
Even if you didn’t make it before it was too far,
You’re making building the road to a lot who are following you.
The road will be named after you!
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She is alongside me.

I’m no longer alone.
She is alongside me.
In my unrelated dreams I resist my eagerness to hug her.
Every time when she comes near me I used to pull back.
But not anymore, now she is always near.
In the narrow strip of land amidst the blue seas, only she was with me.
In my every move she held my hand.
She didn’t say anything.
I didn’t say anything.
What should we say – we let our silence speak.
I love her for being what she is.
She is the reason why my heart is now a flowing stream.
In my ruined room, she is near me.
She is my dear. She is loneliness.
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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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