We're not alone. In this space we all occupy, there will always be a chance for some other unknown civilizations to exist. If Earth would be the breeding ground of humans, then there could possibly be an Earth-like planet somewhere, billions of kilometers across the universe. There could be.

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When I wrote for you, you got madly in love, not with me, but with the way I write or maybe with the way it was written. You could feel that something's got to be in here, when reasons turn out to be as planned, when blogging seems to be the easiest choice of bargaining my emotions with your contentment. You feel "I BELONG", when something bridges you and whoever wrote this.

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Indian culture is rich and diverse with one of its major components, their way of communicating with others. Even with this new era of improvement and development, their beliefs and values still remain the same.

Like every other true citizen, even with the interference of outside influences that change their ways for living life, the values stay incorporated within the heart.

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(Plugging)

Hi fellow writers/readers/guests, here are some links which I think can compete with some other pieces submitted in the contest. I hope you'd love reading these blogs, poems, etc. which were originally written by yours truly. Thanks for helping me achieve one of my dreams - to be read... (teary-eyed smiling with gratitude) Enjoy! -mykez16 (The Blogger)

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Arrested sat I in a forbidden chair
By which death portrayed last hour of breath
Swayed did I in an entangled, shocking pulse
A memoir of the idle times ago tingled me loose

A silhouette of a gorgeous dale, pricked by the moon's ambient light
Paraded in my eradicated, fork-laned mind
A chimaera flared me with dark, begotten love
And visionary rolls of yesterday winced up

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9 PM - In the residence hall, where I used to spend hours of studying, mingling and having fun, I stopped by my friend's room. We used to know each other since the first week I entered the dormitory. I sat on the bed, shed by the fluorescent lamp's white emission, and started putting forth my attention towards his new cellular phone, which he just received last Christmas.

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-a review-

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You were there - with me.
Only the two of us.
My mind stopped running,
making the heart beat.
Faster.

As seconds flew.
Hugged me tight.
Crying.
Never lost hold off me.

Then you spoke,
love wasn't meant for you...

and him...

That brought me restless.
Off limits.
Barely touching you.

It's okay, you're only feeling the way I feel when you left me.
Hurt. Broken.

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May 6, 2008

In this world by my own I try to live in, every action I apply needs revision, cuts, editing.

I thought I could just stay as I wanted to, but NO I felt such dismal outlook, the beginning had just ended. What typical hospitality, turned to be the other way around.

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1, 2, 3, 4,... and to distinction.

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Stress Management

What is Stress?

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Gaunt.
Tired.
Exhausted.
Deprived of happiness.

Cause I was always a slave of my ambition.

I never thought.
That from the time the flowers began abloom.
Up to the prime date I cropped those flowers for someone to thank me.
And give me the bests of everything.
I was always a slave of my ambition.

And I'm sick.
In so many sleepless nights.

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How was it to tell someone that you like her?

This was practically a question which I wasn't able to answer myself, for the fact that what occurred to me, brought me into confusion, wherein lots of reactions succeeded in popping out from my intellect.

I was in mobile contact with her. She asked me something, which I could deny force of speech.

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A SUCCESS COME 6
(a poem I wrote for my brother now that he's already in 6th grade and sooner, he will accept the new challenges coming on his way as he steps higher into a new journey, high school life)

Back through the onset of an undefined time, KNOWLEDGE was no word to me.
All I wanted was FUN, to play on my innocence. Enjoy and free.

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It's too late to apologize.

If I could only get back to time, where I've made my mistake so wrong I shamed myself of. I'm sorry. IF YOU COULD ONLY TELL ME THIS, but it's too late to apologize.

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THIS IS A PROJECT WHICH I CREATED AND PASSED LAST January 24, 2005. I wish it gets informative and worth reading.

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HOW MUCH LAND DOES A MAN NEED?
(original)

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A candle…

LIT by the matchsticks of ambition. A candle which brightens up the whole quarter, too dark that no one know how to get out of it, without exhibition of one. Mysteries of the past still remain unsolved. This candle - a speck glowing amidst vengeful solitude.

Just a candle, with the luminescence of filthy cravings and of soaring dreams.

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Arrested sat I in a forbidden chair
By which death portrayed last hour of breath
Swayed did I in an entangled, shocking pulse
A memoir of the idle times ago tingled me loose

A silhouette of a gorgeous dale, pricked by the moon's ambient light
Paraded in my eradicated, fork-laned mind
A chimaera flared me with dark, begotten love
And visionary rolls of yesterday winced up

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