Hope is faith holding out its hand in the dark. ~George Iles
Life seems like an unopened box,
Not sure of what’s in, and what’s not.
All we do is pin our trust on the unknown
the unknown today, and the unknown tomorrow…
Expectations from the unseen,
As the box openes,
There is no turning back now,
The secrets have been unlocked
We find ourselves with
Unanswered Questions , and few more questions.
Hope now turn to dreams
Dream!!!!!! The place where, hope turn to reality.
The glass breaks,Hope shatters, …
We now hate the hopes we cared for, lived with
We lead our lives with these dreams,
Live the life we always wanted…, in our imagination…
Dreams, never swindle us.
As I sit by the bay,
All I want to do, is to be able to be the same kid again for a while
The kid in my mom’s arms,
On my dad’s shoulders
Laughing giggling with friends
Paper boats sailing in high seas….
Sun setting in ocean high
All I want , is to live again
To know the answers,
With new hopes and new envisage….
Cherish a new beginning ,
A new start, A new sunrise….
A Promise of desired,
With faith instilled on the Rays ,
A desire of some good, accompanied with an expectation of obtaining it
To find courage to take the next step….
To find the vigor to crafta castle of reality
with bricks of dream….