Once upon a time
in a far far away land lived a beautiful soul,
made of smile, hearts and oh! so grande!
and there is a story that I'll unfold!
She was loved by all
and possessed by some,
but was never away from anyone's reach
just her disguise was common to none.
Some looked for her in their faith
some searched for her in their mind,
some searched for her when in misery
and comfort was all they were able to find!
She made no bias, she had no tilt
a simple soul to lift your heart,
she'd pick you up even if you leave her alone
and decide to give her another chance.
She gave everyone a reason to believe
that all you need to hold is a rope,
sometimes she lied to make you smile
and with love we called her Hope.
She is one, she is all
she is some and sometimes she's tall,
for some she's an amulet for some she's a piece of gold
for she is all that to me and a part of my soul!
When all is gloomy, and the glass is half empty
she tells me that I'm not wrong yet I'm a fool!
I ask her what she means and she tells me
the worst is yet to come, and the glass is half full!
Time has changed, so did tide
the worst will come and break us all in our mind,
for we may wait, or we may walk
what we decide will always be the trail we leave behind!
You keep your hope, and I'll keep mine
some days are Sundays some are fine,
for some its just another phase, for some its divine
in a far far away land lived a beautiful soul,
made of smile, hearts and oh! so grande!
and there is a story that I'll unfold!
She was loved by all
and possessed by some,
but was never away from anyone's reach
just her disguise was common to none.
Some looked for her in their faith
some searched for her in their mind,
some searched for her when in misery
and comfort was all they were able to find!
She made no bias, she had no tilt
a simple soul to lift your heart,
she'd pick you up even if you leave her alone
and decide to give her another chance.
She gave everyone a reason to believe
that all you need to hold is a rope,
sometimes she lied to make you smile
and with love we called her Hope.
She is one, she is all
she is some and sometimes she's tall,
for some she's an amulet for some she's a piece of gold
for she is all that to me and a part of my soul!
When all is gloomy, and the glass is half empty
she tells me that I'm not wrong yet I'm a fool!
I ask her what she means and she tells me
the worst is yet to come, and the glass is half full!
Time has changed, so did tide
the worst will come and break us all in our mind,
for we may wait, or we may walk
what we decide will always be the trail we leave behind!
You keep your hope, and I'll keep mine
some days are Sundays some are fine,
for some its just another phase, for some its divine
but if it's winter can the spring really be far behind?
- Nirjhar Bhattacharya
[p.s. this is probably the 4-5th version of "raising hope". I initially had started off with a normal blog entry ... and well "hope" was the central theme. but it over went quite a few changes and well, I'm quite glad I held it off for about 4 months now and I'm quite satisfied with the result!
lately, things have been quite messed up. my result (board) didn't turn out so well ... and well I decided to give up on all that I had. And among it all, I had my one last hope left. My baby! She stuck around, helped me go through it all, even though she deserved more of the happiness then my misery. So this poem is really a dedication for you honey.
I'm sorry I never ended up posting the other blog I was telling you about. But I hope you thoroughly enjoy this.
forever and always, babe!]
[p.p.s. that photo says "THERE IS ALWAYS HOPE" on the extreme right]
