<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468</id><updated>2011-07-08T16:10:36.866+05:30</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='miss you'/><category term='dad'/><category term='reflections'/><category term='raindrops'/><category term='save mother earth'/><category term='death'/><category term='melody'/><category term='dumb poetry'/><category term='School days'/><category term='perfect evening'/><category term='memories of childhood'/><category term='rhythm'/><category term='crying tree'/><category term='Rain'/><category term='learning in love'/><category term='Sonu'/><category term='Love'/><category term='thinking of you'/><category term='romantic date'/><category term='Broken heart'/><category term='pets'/><category term='tree'/><category term='friend'/><category term='dance'/><category term='Trianz'/><category term='meeting for the first time'/><category term='past'/><category term='school poem'/><category term='friends'/><title type='text'>Words</title><subtitle type='html'>You are the only one who can leave me speechless .. yet you are the only one who can inspire me to write words of love...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-6437578751784133665</id><published>2010-09-07T16:49:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-07T18:38:48.116+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='learning in love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>A Promise To My Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I am back after a long long time.... there wasn't enough motivation for me to write I guess.. Never mind...this post is dedicated to someone really really special !! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Learning how to love is a life long proces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(78, 79, 128); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;s. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Each day we learn a little more. It can be hard work and sometimes we make mistakes, but Love is worth the effort! You are worth the effort !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color: rgb(78, 79, 128); line-height: 20px; font-family:arial, verdana, helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/TIYf8y2O7wI/AAAAAAAAA1I/6xgf-TNlFug/s1600/rings-ribbon-300x282.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 282px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/TIYf8y2O7wI/AAAAAAAAA1I/6xgf-TNlFug/s320/rings-ribbon-300x282.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514129923063607042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(16, 16, 64); line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I believe that no one can love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(78, 79, 128); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(16, 16, 64);  line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;quite as deeply as I do;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(16, 16, 64);  line-height: 22px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And yet I often fail to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;the depth of it to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I vow to do the little things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to show you every day;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But one thing or another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;seems to get into the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I pledge to be more open,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;to have courage and be strong;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;But some how sometimes fear takes over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and then everything goes wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I dream of perfect love for us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;and hope that it will be;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;And yet I end up giving you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;a less than perfect me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I want to be much more for you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;be everything you need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I hope and seek, beg and pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;"Change me God! ", I plead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;You are the only one I want.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;It is for you I yearn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I guess, my love, there's still so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;that I have yet to learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I cannot give perfection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;but this I promise I will do -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;I will spend my life time learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;how to give my love to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(78, 79, 128); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" color: rgb(78, 79, 128); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'trebuchet ms';"&gt;                                                                          - Megha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-6437578751784133665?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6437578751784133665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=6437578751784133665' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/6437578751784133665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/6437578751784133665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2010/09/promise-to-my-love.html' title='A Promise To My Love'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/TIYf8y2O7wI/AAAAAAAAA1I/6xgf-TNlFug/s72-c/rings-ribbon-300x282.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-4427165664613815936</id><published>2010-02-09T08:55:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-23T19:25:59.827+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='miss you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dad'/><title type='text'>Paa .. I love you !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never thought I'd write a poem like this , infact I have no idea how I could write this one - but I guess this is one way I could let my emotions out - my feelings for the one person who meant the most to me - MY DAD . You will always be my hero , there are so many things I want to say to u Paa.. I was not done yet - there were so many things we still had to do together.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I just cant let go of the fact that I wont be seeing you again ever ... I dont have the strength to accept the fact Paa...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cried again today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Uncontrollable tears fell from my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It seems like all I do is cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And its getting harder from to hide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I lie in bed and cry all night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I don't feel any better in the morning light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Paa ... I miss you !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I held your hand as you took your last agonizing breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You fought with with your heart and soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My world came crashing down like a pack of cards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I dint want to be consoled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never thought I'd see you die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How could you walk away breaking all ties?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who will teach me right from wrong?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With you gone .. ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whom will I turn for answers , &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When life does not make sense?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Who will be there to hold me close ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And always be there for my defence?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cant call you on the phone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cant knock on your door,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No matter how loud I scream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You wont be there for me like before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was so hard for you to let me go off at the airport,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To let you 'beta' venture into a world unknown,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Without you holding my hand,or catch me if I fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To walk the path that you have shown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Paa .. I need you !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;So many images come into my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Whenever I speak of your name&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I cant seem to come to terms with the fact&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That our lives wont be the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The times we've shared,the laughs we've had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Things I miss when I think of you Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Realising that's all I have to hold on to,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Only memories of what once was you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Missing your laugh, I will never again hear.&lt;br /&gt;That is the reality that fills me with so much fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No more smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;No more warmth of your embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The last hug, The last kiss,&lt;br /&gt;The last "goodbye" leaves me with one last wish...&lt;br /&gt;To have you Dad, here today,&lt;br /&gt;Never to leave your Daughter this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Paa, if I could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;and once more hear your voice;&lt;br /&gt;I'd tell you that out of all the dads&lt;br /&gt;you would still be my choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please always know I love you&lt;br /&gt;and no one can take your place;&lt;br /&gt;Years may come and go&lt;br /&gt;but your memory will never be erased.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, God, as You are listening&lt;br /&gt;in your home above;&lt;br /&gt;Would you go and find my dad&lt;br /&gt;and give him all my love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Paa ... I love you !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;- Megha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-4427165664613815936?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4427165664613815936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=4427165664613815936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/4427165664613815936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/4427165664613815936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2010/02/paa-i-love-you.html' title='Paa .. I love you !'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-9084549392121865849</id><published>2009-07-04T00:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-04T00:27:26.825+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How hard will it be till that day ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/Sk5UYPttw8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/juIVop70zuo/s1600-h/girl-crying-small-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 247px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/Sk5UYPttw8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/juIVop70zuo/s320/girl-crying-small-l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354309782501966786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will light a candle every night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I will hold my tears and stop cry...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know love excited somehow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I know faith will lead us someday ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I miss you today even more than yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;My heart still burning when you are away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Cant say a thing but still feel you here ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Somehow beside me through the storm .....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;                     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;How hard will it be till that day  ?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-9084549392121865849?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/9084549392121865849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=9084549392121865849' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/9084549392121865849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/9084549392121865849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2009/07/how-hard-will-it-be-till-that-day.html' title='How hard will it be till that day ?'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/Sk5UYPttw8I/AAAAAAAAAbU/juIVop70zuo/s72-c/girl-crying-small-l.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-2027738892251732633</id><published>2009-05-28T19:03:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T19:13:01.221+05:30</updated><title type='text'>UUMMMMM ……..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/Sh6T3r1GJoI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CUGsgq_zM5g/s1600-h/22612DarkChocolateAlmondBark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/Sh6T3r1GJoI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CUGsgq_zM5g/s320/22612DarkChocolateAlmondBark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340868792975500930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-family: trebuchet ms; color: rgb(102, 51, 0);"&gt;The biggest topic around today&lt;br /&gt;Is to watch all the things you eat&lt;br /&gt;If you want to remain healthy and slim&lt;br /&gt;Stay away from anything sweet !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know they really mean well&lt;br /&gt;But aren’t they carrying a bit too far&lt;br /&gt;Don’t they realize how unhappy I’d be&lt;br /&gt;If I cannot eat those chocolate bars ??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m not the one who thrives on veggies&lt;br /&gt;Fruits – I don’t care at all&lt;br /&gt;Just give me chocolate n e time&lt;br /&gt;N I will have a ball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact it's  been said,&lt;br /&gt;a piece of dark chocolate,&lt;br /&gt;is good to have once a day.&lt;br /&gt;Because it's an antioxidant&lt;br /&gt;and will help keep most problems away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to keep abreast of&lt;br /&gt;what's good or bad to eat..&lt;br /&gt;Do they honestly think I'll ever give up,&lt;br /&gt;that delecious chocolate treat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-2027738892251732633?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2027738892251732633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=2027738892251732633' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/2027738892251732633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/2027738892251732633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2009/05/uummmmm.html' title='UUMMMMM ……..'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/Sh6T3r1GJoI/AAAAAAAAAY0/CUGsgq_zM5g/s72-c/22612DarkChocolateAlmondBark.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-8510003217902339482</id><published>2009-01-26T02:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-26T02:21:29.782+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Come , Walk with me ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come walk with me just one more mile&lt;br /&gt;Before we call it quits&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the broken dreams&lt;br /&gt;Now broken into bits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My emotions may get strong on me&lt;br /&gt;But don’t you walk away&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me and keep me close&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you let me stray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Put one more foot out, forward&lt;br /&gt;without which I’d regret&lt;br /&gt;So lets keep our eyes locked to the front&lt;br /&gt;Coz we are not finished yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets keep moving on the road ahead&lt;br /&gt;Not think of whats left behind&lt;br /&gt;Coz if we keep moving&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny we might find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might find few surprises&lt;br /&gt;that might even make you smile&lt;br /&gt;Might even see life clearer&lt;br /&gt;While walking for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We might even find some pieces&lt;br /&gt;That we missed along the way&lt;br /&gt;Or some new ones that are better&lt;br /&gt;To use another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So another mile together&lt;br /&gt;Can I walk with you?&lt;br /&gt;One more little effort&lt;br /&gt;Before we bid adieu….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - Megha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-8510003217902339482?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8510003217902339482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=8510003217902339482' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8510003217902339482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8510003217902339482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2009/01/come-walk-with-me.html' title='Come , Walk with me ..'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-172794245844518774</id><published>2008-07-22T14:25:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:29.356+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Broken heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I still love you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;A forgotten poem - now completed . I dedicate this to someone really close to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SIWgsulEBlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TfNtn5lwRC4/s1600-h/764-i-am-tired-beloved.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225759632911500882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SIWgsulEBlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TfNtn5lwRC4/s320/764-i-am-tired-beloved.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I close my eyes, fear grips me tight&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts about you, leaves me sleepless at nights.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dint want to let you go, I wish you could just stay&lt;br /&gt;Dint want to move away from you, and this feeling becomes strong each day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things happen for wrong reasons, things happen for better&lt;br /&gt;When I said we’d part our ways, sweet memories turned bitter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything went downhill; where did it all go wrong?&lt;br /&gt;I still think about you, and listen to our only song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not supposed to wonder where you are and what you do&lt;br /&gt;But am I still here writing and thinking about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not supposed to love you; I am not supposed to care&lt;br /&gt;I am not to live my life wishing you were there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably broke your heart, and I think I broke mine too&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how to say this, but I think I still love you…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;- Megha&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-172794245844518774?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/172794245844518774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=172794245844518774' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/172794245844518774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/172794245844518774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-think-i-still-love-you.html' title='I still love you...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SIWgsulEBlI/AAAAAAAAAQM/TfNtn5lwRC4/s72-c/764-i-am-tired-beloved.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-698557623872567477</id><published>2008-04-21T17:11:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:29.463+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>I think I'm in love with you ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SAx9w7NcP3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/jJs3mUHHg7I/s1600-h/swans2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191662749932601202" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SAx9w7NcP3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/jJs3mUHHg7I/s320/swans2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I don't know what to say, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;or even what to do, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all I know is that&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I think I'm in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m in love &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;what else can I say? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I guess it just happened &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and grew more with each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This may sound crazy I know, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But I needed to let it out &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;because there is something there, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know without a doubt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I tell you?&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin?&lt;br /&gt;Every time I think of you&lt;br /&gt;It stirs up feelings hidden deep within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love blooms for you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;like a flower in spring,&lt;br /&gt;With petals sprinkled with dew&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it’s an amazing and beautiful thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hold on to it gently&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and feel its light glow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;as into my heart &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;it begins to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to take it slow,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;nor do I want to rush .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s no need to worry, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There’s no reason for any fuss. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes the words don’t come easy to me &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but the feelings always do,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what's happening &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but I think I'm in love with you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I always enjoy the time I spend with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because nothing makes me feel the way you do.&lt;br /&gt;From now until the end of time, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will always be in love with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;                  - Megha. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-698557623872567477?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/698557623872567477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=698557623872567477' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/698557623872567477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/698557623872567477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-think-im-in-love-with-you.html' title='I think I&apos;m in love with you ...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SAx9w7NcP3I/AAAAAAAAAPY/jJs3mUHHg7I/s72-c/swans2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-8084948031091273670</id><published>2008-04-17T18:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:29.648+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meeting for the first time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thinking of you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Thinking Of You .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;This poem is dedicated to a special person :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SAdFpjJEkzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rdKhStCEyT4/s1600-h/Thinking-Of-You.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190193675678028594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SAdFpjJEkzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rdKhStCEyT4/s320/Thinking-Of-You.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thoughts of you creep into my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;late at night as I lay silently in my bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I imagine what it'll be like,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Meeting you for the first time&lt;br /&gt;Will it be all new and scary?&lt;br /&gt;Or like I’ve known you for a lifetime?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk across my room thinking of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How far across you seem to be.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I sit and I think, while I am thinking of you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you even thinking of me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach aflutter,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;with butterfly wings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Emotions and thoughts;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and so many other things.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Knowing I already like you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praying you like me too&lt;br /&gt;Hoping we get along fine,&lt;br /&gt;I trust in your heart, but do you trust in mine?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of you creep into my head&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;late at night as I lay silently in my bed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Megha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-8084948031091273670?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8084948031091273670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=8084948031091273670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8084948031091273670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8084948031091273670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/04/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking Of You .....'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SAdFpjJEkzI/AAAAAAAAAPQ/rdKhStCEyT4/s72-c/Thinking-Of-You.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-5014290218698250511</id><published>2008-04-15T10:38:00.021+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:30.133+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pets'/><title type='text'>To Sonu ..With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SARDvzJEkyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4SwuEppO2R4/s1600-h/sonu.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189347159098823458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SARDvzJEkyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4SwuEppO2R4/s320/sonu.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SARBEDJEkuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wSuCbxALVEo/s1600-h/footprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189344208456291042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SARBEDJEkuI/AAAAAAAAAOk/wSuCbxALVEo/s400/footprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SARAwDJEktI/AAAAAAAAAOc/g72nOYHmui4/s1600-h/footprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189343864858907346" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SARAwDJEktI/AAAAAAAAAOc/g72nOYHmui4/s400/footprint.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; They are your companions for life - only that when this companion leaves you &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SARAnTJEksI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_Kqqvg8XZxU/s1600-h/footprint.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;suddenly that you realise that they were such an important part of your life. they come into our lives for such short time and before you know it they leave "the footprints of their little paws" in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem is for one such companion I had , I dedicate it to SONU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sunlight streams through the windowpane&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;unto a spot on the floor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then I remember - it's where you used to lie,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;but now you are no more.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I remember how you’d run to me&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to play your favorite game, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And how your ears would perk right up &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;on hearing me call your name.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’d wake me up each morning,&lt;br /&gt;By licking on my face&lt;br /&gt;You’d run around me in circles;&lt;br /&gt;In your fast pace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’d jump on me as soon as I come&lt;br /&gt;We’d roll together on the lawn&lt;br /&gt;If anyone tried to separate us&lt;br /&gt;You let out a loud moan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always knew;&lt;br /&gt;If I were having a bad day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;so you'd snuggle up close to me;&lt;br /&gt;And try to get me to play.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;If that didn't work;&lt;br /&gt;You’d put your head in my lap&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;then make yourself comfortable;&lt;br /&gt;And take a sound nap.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’d always lend a thoughtful ear,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a problem you’d never miss.&lt;br /&gt;I miss the way, on my cheek&lt;br /&gt;You’d lay a little doggy kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old habits still make me think &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hear a barking at the door.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or step back when I drop &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a tiny morsel on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet still go around the staircase&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;where the food dish used to be,&lt;br /&gt;I still sit on the terrace all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking you are still listening to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It still pains me that I was not with you&lt;br /&gt;On your last day&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had one last chance to do something&lt;br /&gt;That would have made you stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish somehow to tell you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;how empty I now feel.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A part of me went with you,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;a part that time can't heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although time may bring new friends&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and a new food dish to fill,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that one place in my heart belongs to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and always will.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;-Megha.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SAQ9hzJEklI/AAAAAAAAANc/B7ASCWwjKUc/s1600-h/Jan11_12.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-5014290218698250511?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5014290218698250511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=5014290218698250511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/5014290218698250511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/5014290218698250511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/04/to-sonu-with-love.html' title='To Sonu ..With Love'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/SARDvzJEkyI/AAAAAAAAAPE/4SwuEppO2R4/s72-c/sonu.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-638380557862867346</id><published>2008-03-27T16:23:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:30.287+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='raindrops'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='melody'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rhythm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dance'/><title type='text'>The Eternal Dance</title><content type='html'>Well.. thanks to the continuous showers of rain I was finally able to pen a few lines ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R-t-MVHBh-I/AAAAAAAAALY/gCywJACyc-4/s1600-h/dancingintherain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182374546510022626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R-t-MVHBh-I/AAAAAAAAALY/gCywJACyc-4/s320/dancingintherain.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Falling gently down,&lt;br /&gt;The rain drops dance.&lt;br /&gt;They sail through the air,&lt;br /&gt;Putting me in a hypnotic trance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flying through the screens,&lt;br /&gt;They twist and twirl.&lt;br /&gt;They dance the eternal dance –&lt;br /&gt;Those lustrous pearls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes and listen,&lt;br /&gt;To the raindrops fall with glee.&lt;br /&gt;I dance to the beating rhythm,&lt;br /&gt;A rhythm – that sets me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet find a way to me,&lt;br /&gt;To an unknown melody I sway.&lt;br /&gt;With raindrops glittering wet on my cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;I dance as my weariness fades away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dance through my sadness&lt;br /&gt;I dance through my fears&lt;br /&gt;I dance through all my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Of both happiness and tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They still continue to fall,&lt;br /&gt;With such grace and poise.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Unperturbed by the thunder’s noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dancing makes me feel so good inside,&lt;br /&gt;It brings a smile that I cannot hide.&lt;br /&gt;I move in harmony to the rhythm of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;It gives my life an all-new fresh start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-638380557862867346?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/638380557862867346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=638380557862867346' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/638380557862867346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/638380557862867346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/03/eternal-dance.html' title='The Eternal Dance'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R-t-MVHBh-I/AAAAAAAAALY/gCywJACyc-4/s72-c/dancingintherain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-1851607724166903829</id><published>2008-03-26T09:27:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:30.510+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dumb poetry'/><title type='text'>Er... Um.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well.. Its been some days I've actually penned something good .. N I had this fear if I had forgotten how to write ..... So the following four lines just came when I was feeling really dumb and dint know what to write .. hehehe .....&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R-nK2lHBh2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/tU40yAMcrEI/s1600-h/dumb5.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181895885289785186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R-nK2lHBh2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/tU40yAMcrEI/s320/dumb5.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Writing poetry can be fun ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Except when I feel a lil dumb ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I ponder and strive for something to say ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Sorry - there's nothing new here today !!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know that was really dumb .. but here's promising to you tat I will soon return with something really good ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till then ...... :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R-nO_FHBh5I/AAAAAAAAALI/sMjUIvpo2Q0/s1600-h/image002.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181900429365184402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R-nO_FHBh5I/AAAAAAAAALI/sMjUIvpo2Q0/s320/image002.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-1851607724166903829?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1851607724166903829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=1851607724166903829' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1851607724166903829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1851607724166903829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/03/er-um.html' title='Er... Um.....'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R-nK2lHBh2I/AAAAAAAAAKw/tU40yAMcrEI/s72-c/dumb5.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-3172747984340323106</id><published>2008-03-14T12:42:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:30.761+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memories of childhood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='past'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='reflections'/><title type='text'>Reflections Of Yesterday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R9om1V8yBMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/82NahMZVvyY/s1600-h/Reflections.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177493419482809538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R9om1V8yBMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/82NahMZVvyY/s320/Reflections.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; As the sun is slowly setting&lt;br /&gt;And the evening shadow grows&lt;br /&gt;I think back on the days gone by,&lt;br /&gt;To a place I’d like to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to a place in my childhood&lt;br /&gt;When days were so carefree,&lt;br /&gt;Back to the days when my mummy’s lap&lt;br /&gt;Was my favorite place to be .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those days of pillow fights,&lt;br /&gt;And playing in the front yard&lt;br /&gt;Those days when growing up was fun&lt;br /&gt;And nothing seemed too hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All too soon we turn around&lt;br /&gt;And find ourselves all grown&lt;br /&gt;With adult responsibilities&lt;br /&gt;And worries of our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;Come quickly in my mind&lt;br /&gt;When as an adult I am searching&lt;br /&gt;For answers I cannot find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We struggle through our losses&lt;br /&gt;Gain strength from each hurdle crossed&lt;br /&gt;And learn that we are not fully alone&lt;br /&gt;Especially when we feel m ore lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the shadows have faded to darkness&lt;br /&gt;The day’s warmth is growing up&lt;br /&gt;I look up to the stars in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And wonder what tomorrow will hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stars are shinning don brightly&lt;br /&gt;Almost as if to say –&lt;br /&gt;Sleep well my dear and don’t be afraid&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrows a brand new day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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Yesterday'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R9om1V8yBMI/AAAAAAAAAKM/82NahMZVvyY/s72-c/Reflections.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-4561805805013538785</id><published>2008-03-06T09:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:30.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Forever and Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R89w8tGPXxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LsPIKCuBRW4/s1600-h/1381.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174478685072219922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R89w8tGPXxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LsPIKCuBRW4/s320/1381.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Have you ever loved someone, but for your love he never really knew,&lt;br /&gt;You'd always say love you tons and he'd always just love you too.&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever just wanna make him understand or make him acknowledge the words you say,&lt;br /&gt;But it's like it never works out, you're the one hurting the most at the end of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone who was your morning, afternoon, and you're night,&lt;br /&gt;He meant the world to you, he was your sunshine, he'd be your moonlight.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had him so close to your heart it's like everything would always be just right,&lt;br /&gt;Because he was your everything, he'd be your moon and the stars in the sky at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever thought about him 24/7, wondering what he'd be up to or even where he was,&lt;br /&gt;You'd call him for no real reason at all, only calling just because.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever found yourself getting mad because you never had enough time for what you had to say,&lt;br /&gt;You'd always have to wait for next time because there'd never be enough time that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone to talk to, whenever it felt like your whole world was coming to an end,&lt;br /&gt;He'd just sit there and listen, and then tell you it's all okay and that he'd always be your best friend.&lt;br /&gt;He'd tell you he'd be there forever, no matter what the people say,&lt;br /&gt;And no matter what everyone else thinks because he'd always love you anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wasted your day waiting, all because he said he'd call,&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wanted to tell him how you felt when it felt as if he never really cared at all.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever longed for his kiss or even thought about his smile,&lt;br /&gt;And then just cried thinking about him only because you haven't seen him in a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever spent the whole day with him, but at the end it felt like the time just passed you by,&lt;br /&gt;It's like your time was up but you didn't wanna let him go because you weren't ready to say goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever missed him soo much it's like you felt as if you were loosing your one and only best friend,&lt;br /&gt;Because he was a big part of your life and it felt as if your whole life was coming to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever fell asleep at night and dreamt about just being together,&lt;br /&gt;One of those dreams you've always dreamt of having, the ones you'll always remember.&lt;br /&gt;The ones walking along the beach with your bare feet in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;Or laying on a blanket watching the stars while he's holding your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever just cried about anything, you could never really explain what was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You'd just sit there in tears because it never really mattered if it felt as if you couldn't be strong.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered if he really did love you because at times it seemed like that could never be true,&lt;br /&gt;Because it was like he was perfect and you'd wonder why he'd really love someone like you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever just scribbled on a paper, day dreaming, while drawing hearts around his name,&lt;br /&gt;You'd be thinking about him all day, but spending one day without him just wouldn't be the same.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever just missed him like crazy, and at times it was like you never really knew what to do,&lt;br /&gt;You'd try and do just about anything to spend time with him but he'd just never get the clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever gotten so frustrated with him,&lt;br /&gt;And what made things worse was that he could never understand why.&lt;br /&gt;He'd just sit there thinking everything was okay,&lt;br /&gt;When really your emotions killed you inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered about what he'd be thinking about and if you'd ever be crossing his mind,&lt;br /&gt;Or have you ever felt that you were just an old chapter in his lost book, somewhere left for no one to find.&lt;br /&gt; Have you ever just stopped worrying about things, because you knew that everything would always be okay,&lt;br /&gt;Because even if things got hard, he'd still love you forever and always and it would always be that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever love him with all your heart, and for your love he always knew,&lt;br /&gt;You'd tell him you loved him tons and he'd always be the one who whispered it back to you.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had him understand, he'd always acknowledge the words you'd say,&lt;br /&gt;Because he was your best friend "forever and always" he promised that day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-4561805805013538785?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/4561805805013538785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=4561805805013538785' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/4561805805013538785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/4561805805013538785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/03/forever-and-always.html' title='Forever and Always'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R89w8tGPXxI/AAAAAAAAAIs/LsPIKCuBRW4/s72-c/1381.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-5074195512764146337</id><published>2008-01-22T12:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:30.998+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect evening'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romantic date'/><title type='text'>The Perfect Evening</title><content type='html'>Well.. this is one poem which i wrote where in I could pour my thoughts about a special evening I plan for my love...something which he would remember all his life .... something we'd remember all our lives ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres to celebrating being together .. here s to celebrating love ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WdX7muZCI/AAAAAAAAABo/XhiMSk4xUO0/s1600-h/dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WdX7muZCI/AAAAAAAAABo/XhiMSk4xUO0/s320/dinner.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5158201982685439010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An evening to remember, an evening to recollect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An evening that seemed just so perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish that the time would remain still –&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could see you more – to my hearts fill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The balloons, the candles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And a table set for two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Romance filled the air around us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And sweetheart, it was meant just for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Those eyes filled with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gazing at me through the candle’s flame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Made me blush scarlet pink,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve captured that moment in a picture frame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hand in hand, we sat for hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Without speaking a word,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And yet this was the best talk I ever had,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Where unspoken words too were heard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You kept looking into my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But it felt you were looking into my heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We made promises to each other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And without you – my world would fall apart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Just when you thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The evening was done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My special plans for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Had just begun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Beneath the sky with stars shining bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knew this was the moment - it had to be tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Expressing my feelings and my love for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I knelt before you and proposed to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At the touch of your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My heart skipped a beat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I remember melting in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You swept me off my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There was something magical about that night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There s nowhere else I’d want to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;We are meant to be with each other,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And even the Gods would have to agree.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-5074195512764146337?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/5074195512764146337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=5074195512764146337' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/5074195512764146337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/5074195512764146337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/perfect-evening.html' title='The Perfect Evening'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WdX7muZCI/AAAAAAAAABo/XhiMSk4xUO0/s72-c/dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-8631793925676867097</id><published>2008-01-22T12:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-22T12:56:56.025+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothing lasts forever ..</title><content type='html'>This poem has a big history behind it  which I would not like to speak of rite now ... But if you would have checked my post in the Megha's Diary blog you would have read it already ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nonetheless ... A brief intro to this poem is as follows :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nature of things is that if they don't get lost, they get stolen, and if they don't get stolen, they get broken, and if they don't get broken, they fade or fall apart. This includes teacups, cars, sweaters, computers, earrings, and just about everything you can touch or experience or have--even relationships. Believe it or not, it helps to know that although "it" is in one piece now, its eventual, inevitable state is broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things most cherished and nurtured, eventually and inevitably become nothing... Relationship don't always start as we might expect, nor end as we might wish ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I’ve thought it over and I know what I want,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No matter what others say, or how much ever they taunt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lately, few things have been in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No others means to express I find.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I never really knew you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;you were just another friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;But when I got to know you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;I let my heart unbend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this time I thought that you were just for me,&lt;br /&gt;I saw no flaw in my choice, but I guess I clearly dint see.&lt;br /&gt;I never knew this relationship would come to such an end,&lt;br /&gt;And eventually I’d get back to calling you as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not holding you in my arms is tearing me apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;Being away is something I never imagined from the start.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;I never thought we'd fall in love, so mad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;I never realized life without you would be so bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This can't be over; we're still not through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;There's so much we haven't shared - so much we promised to do.&lt;br /&gt;I still can’t stop myself from thinking that I’ll never be able to see you again,&lt;br /&gt;But again, this is my choice and I am not going to complain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They don't know what we are going through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;How much you love me and I love you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;If they only knew how you made me feel,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;with all the problems you helped me deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;How you taught me I was much more than I had ever thought -&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;All of the Joy, Happiness, and Love to me you brought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;Thoughts we shared, a life we lived, and a love we had together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;and then it strikes back big time that &lt;strong&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;It's killing me that now that day has come,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;If it's for the best then where is this pain from? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;I know deep inside that this is what I had to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;but it's breaking my heart to walk away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying my best to appear strong,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;but it's hard when part of me says that in your arms is where I belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;I still love you with all my heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;and that's not going to change even though we're apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the words I ever said or wrote still hold true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;But for now from a distance is where I'll be loving you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;I think you need me as a friend to help you through,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;because there are things I can't control that are hurting you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we will be together again if it was meant to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;but for now please don't stop loving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;Even though I'm not your girlfriend I'll still be here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;With a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;One day I will return to you all you have given me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;In some shape or form; soon you'll see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;One day we will be able to be together every day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-style: italic;" align="left"&gt;And we won't have to worry what they say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when the time comes, promise me you'll take my hand and be with me forever,&lt;br /&gt;But again, I am sorry for now.. I have to say that &lt;strong&gt;Nothing Lasts Forever&lt;/strong&gt;…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-8631793925676867097?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8631793925676867097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=8631793925676867097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8631793925676867097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8631793925676867097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing lasts forever ..'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-915839183281154969</id><published>2008-01-21T17:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T18:04:16.334+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For you dear Pa ...</title><content type='html'>This was written on the occasion of Father's Day ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can never thank you enough Pa , for what you have done.&lt;br /&gt;There are no words to express what I feel for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I was a baby,&lt;br /&gt;You would hold me in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;I felt the love and tenderness,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me safe from harm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would lookup into your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And all the love I would see.&lt;br /&gt;How did I get so lucky ?&lt;br /&gt;You were the dad chosen for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I grew, you stood patiently behind me&lt;br /&gt;Allowing me to stretch my wings&lt;br /&gt;You had faith in what I did,&lt;br /&gt;And never stopped me in doing any thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made me test the waters,&lt;br /&gt;And learn from my mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;You let go off so many things,&lt;br /&gt;Just for my sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter what has come about,&lt;br /&gt;You were always there,&lt;br /&gt;As a dad you showed me of&lt;br /&gt;the how,the why and the where.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have thought that I dint see,&lt;br /&gt;Or that I hadn't heard&lt;br /&gt;Life's lessons that you taught me,&lt;br /&gt;But I got every word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you thought that I missed it all,&lt;br /&gt;And that we'd grow apart&lt;br /&gt;But Dad,I picked up everything&lt;br /&gt;It's written on my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without you,I wouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;The woman I am today&lt;br /&gt;You built a strong foundation&lt;br /&gt;that no one can take away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our love is everlasting&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;That you are my special hero&lt;br /&gt;And wanted to tell you so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown up with all your values,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm very glad I did,&lt;br /&gt;So here to you,dear Pa&lt;br /&gt;From your forever great full kid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-915839183281154969?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/915839183281154969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=915839183281154969' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/915839183281154969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/915839183281154969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/for-you-dear-pa.html' title='For you dear Pa ...'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-1308520194398074515</id><published>2008-01-21T17:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T17:45:21.614+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mom N Dad - my pillars of strength</title><content type='html'>Wondering why I havent posted anything about my parents ...?? Well.. Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had penned it when I was in B'lore ..Missed you a lot ma n pa...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dedicated to my pillars of strength.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and Father of mine,&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer your little girl.&lt;br /&gt;The sweet princess,&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect pearl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown up&lt;br /&gt;Not you little lulu-belle&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to run when I cry,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to stop when I yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger I am,&lt;br /&gt;Older I've gotten&lt;br /&gt;Much I've changed&lt;br /&gt;But my childhood is not forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I let my memories subside,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes fill with tears&lt;br /&gt;I cry with peace abound&lt;br /&gt;For all those happy years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Dad, how hard it must have been&lt;br /&gt;Always working to give me all I'd need&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes you are the greatest of men&lt;br /&gt;Always trying to do the good deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Dad,you are my light&lt;br /&gt;If it wasnt for you,I wouldnt ba able to sleep at night&lt;br /&gt;You've helped me learn,helped me grow&lt;br /&gt;There s so much today I wouldnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom , who is there&lt;br /&gt;When I need a friend&lt;br /&gt;Always ready and able&lt;br /&gt;For my problems to tend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There have been times&lt;br /&gt;When tears fell from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;But when I looked up&lt;br /&gt;Mom, you were always at my side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taught me everything&lt;br /&gt;Even your way of life&lt;br /&gt;To know what to do when I am in trouble&lt;br /&gt;Or when I have a little strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always there to catch me fall&lt;br /&gt;And to help make me stand&lt;br /&gt;whatever it is I need help with&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you'll always lend a hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never outgrow your love&lt;br /&gt;ANd will always need you here for me&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far i travel&lt;br /&gt;Or how much we disagree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a bond like no other&lt;br /&gt;One that helps me feel safe&lt;br /&gt;Around you nothing else matters&lt;br /&gt;And in you I have faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A faith that makes me realize&lt;br /&gt;You are deep within my heart&lt;br /&gt;As long as that remains the same&lt;br /&gt;we can never be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be your girl,&lt;br /&gt;I know thats deep and true&lt;br /&gt;And all that remains for me to say -&lt;br /&gt;Ma n Pa - "I love you " !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-1308520194398074515?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1308520194398074515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=1308520194398074515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1308520194398074515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1308520194398074515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/mom-n-dad-my-pillars-of-strength.html' title='Mom N Dad - my pillars of strength'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-6206936042201162828</id><published>2008-01-21T15:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T16:49:39.273+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lying to Forget</title><content type='html'>Now that I am on the topic of past - there was another question that came to my mind .What happens when in the future, your past comes and stands in front of you ? You would just see yourself crumble ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to let the feelings engulf you completely. Dont fight them… Dont push them away… Accept them… As part of your self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following poem is dedicated to a dear friend whom I could not see causing pain to herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You must have moved on sweety ... but i'd never be able to forget the pain you went through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This lie has become a part of me,&lt;br /&gt;For months I've played this game&lt;br /&gt;Acting like it doesn't hurt&lt;br /&gt;Each time I hear his name .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring what's inside of me&lt;br /&gt;Pretending I've moved on,&lt;br /&gt;As if the feelings I once had&lt;br /&gt;For him are somehow gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending each and everyday&lt;br /&gt;With happiness and laughs,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting all our memories,&lt;br /&gt;Avoiding all photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly when I saw him&lt;br /&gt;For the first time since he left&lt;br /&gt;My heart skipped for a moment&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't catch my breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly it hit me,&lt;br /&gt;As the tears started to flow&lt;br /&gt;That even after all this time&lt;br /&gt;I just cant let him go ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-6206936042201162828?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6206936042201162828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=6206936042201162828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/6206936042201162828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/6206936042201162828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-still.html' title='Lying to Forget'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-1253752631913704861</id><published>2008-01-21T15:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:31.147+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Past</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RwcrmuY-I/AAAAAAAAABM/PDbz_ot70N0/s1600-h/lubomir_bukov_shadows-of-past-bw-frame.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RwcrmuY-I/AAAAAAAAABM/PDbz_ot70N0/s320/lubomir_bukov_shadows-of-past-bw-frame.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157871111289856994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(16, 16, 64);font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Past - we all have a past , but what matters most is how many of us still live in the shadows of our past?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This poem was written for a very spl friend of mine to whom I just wanted to say let go of his past and live for his present and future .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The past holds many secrets&lt;br /&gt;better left untold ,&lt;br /&gt;For to bring them to the present&lt;br /&gt;its bitterness unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories we cherish&lt;br /&gt;may be tarnished by its gloom,&lt;br /&gt;Its darkness and its sorrow&lt;br /&gt;is to what we are doomed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no need to relive the past&lt;br /&gt;for to do so is in vain,&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's gone,today is here&lt;br /&gt;why relive the pain ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the past as you turn away&lt;br /&gt;and wish it the farewell&lt;br /&gt;For no longer in your past&lt;br /&gt;will your present dwell ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(16, 16, 64);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(16, 16, 64);font-size:11;" &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:lucida grande;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-1253752631913704861?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1253752631913704861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=1253752631913704861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1253752631913704861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1253752631913704861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/past.html' title='Past'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RwcrmuY-I/AAAAAAAAABM/PDbz_ot70N0/s72-c/lubomir_bukov_shadows-of-past-bw-frame.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-8250995754277631260</id><published>2008-01-21T15:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:31.366+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Promises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RuX7muY9I/AAAAAAAAABE/Y6ik7DQKqvw/s1600-h/887Holding_Hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RuX7muY9I/AAAAAAAAABE/Y6ik7DQKqvw/s320/887Holding_Hands.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157868830662222802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me lot of time to pen this poem , coz I thought of all that I wanted from my life partner and what I would want to promise him till eternity .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this all about promising yourself to the one you care for and love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my fav's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Take my hand when my eyes weep,&lt;br /&gt;Hold me gently in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Finger my curls as I sleep,&lt;br /&gt;Dazzle me with all your charm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Provide me time and space,&lt;br /&gt;Listen closely when I speak,&lt;br /&gt;Secure in your life my place,&lt;br /&gt;Support me the times I'm weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherish our times together,&lt;br /&gt;Dread anytime we are apart.&lt;br /&gt;Mean when you say forever,&lt;br /&gt;Let my absence gnaw your heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let all my joys be yours,&lt;br /&gt;Let my sorrows be as well.&lt;br /&gt;And share relationship chores&lt;br /&gt;Mind your ego,lest it swell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I beg you never fight,&lt;br /&gt;Let us walk our time in peace&lt;br /&gt;With a kiss for every night&lt;br /&gt;Let our passions never cease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But above all these , my love&lt;br /&gt;Swear always that you'll be true&lt;br /&gt;For not you I ask these of -&lt;br /&gt;They're my promises to you .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;font-family:webdings;" class="MsoBodyText"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-8250995754277631260?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8250995754277631260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=8250995754277631260' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8250995754277631260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8250995754277631260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/promises.html' title='Promises'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RuX7muY9I/AAAAAAAAABE/Y6ik7DQKqvw/s72-c/887Holding_Hands.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-9128169568482630931</id><published>2008-01-21T15:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T15:20:17.992+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Kaise Kahoon ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kaise kahoon apne dil ki baat&lt;br /&gt;Kaise bayan karoon apne saare jazbaat&lt;br /&gt;Kaise kahoon ke tum kya ho mere liye&lt;br /&gt;Ke tumhare bin hum jeeye toh kaise jeeye ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaise kahoon ke tum hi ho mere raton ki neend aur din ka chain?&lt;br /&gt;Sirf tumhe hi dhoonde har pal mere yeh nain&lt;br /&gt;Kaise kahoon ke main guzaarna chahti hoon zindagi ka har pal tumhare saath&lt;br /&gt;Chalna chahti hoon mushkil rahon pe pakde tumhara haath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaash tum meri chuppi ko samjho,&lt;br /&gt;Chuppi bhi mohabbat ki zuban hoti hai&lt;br /&gt;Kaash tum meri ankhon mein padhlo,&lt;br /&gt;Pyar ki sacchayi nigahon se bhi bayan hoti hai ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-9128169568482630931?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/9128169568482630931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=9128169568482630931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/9128169568482630931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/9128169568482630931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/kaise-kahoon.html' title='Kaise Kahoon ?'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-6697997225489005030</id><published>2008-01-21T13:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:31.389+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Special Friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RPgrmuY8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/twUuSPk71vg/s1600-h/friends%282%29.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RPgrmuY8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/twUuSPk71vg/s320/friends%282%29.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157834896125617090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are a special friend ,&lt;br /&gt;Who I know is always there&lt;br /&gt;Some one to share my life with&lt;br /&gt;Every hope,dream and care .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the time I've spent with you,&lt;br /&gt;Puts a smile upon my face&lt;br /&gt;I hope one day I'll be with you again&lt;br /&gt;Some how,some time ,some place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You mean a lot to me and I would&lt;br /&gt;Do anything in the world for you&lt;br /&gt;So,no matter whats going on in your life&lt;br /&gt;Just remember you have someone to turn to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I find myself thinking about you more than I should,&lt;br /&gt;But I wont stop myself even if I could&lt;br /&gt;The time has come , you should know&lt;br /&gt;You mean so much to me ,though it may not show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is all so hard for me to say,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't think of any other way.&lt;br /&gt;You've gained my respect and my trust&lt;br /&gt;You know without saying for who I lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the best guy I've ever met&lt;br /&gt;For our friendship I'll forever be in debt&lt;br /&gt;I think so highly of you, I thought you should know&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you,forever ,even when you are feeling low.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If something should happen to me or you,&lt;br /&gt;I think its time you knew&lt;br /&gt;You are on top of my list in everything&lt;br /&gt;You don't understand the joy you bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my heart , my life and all I do&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted to tell you that .. "I LOVE YOU "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-6697997225489005030?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/6697997225489005030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=6697997225489005030' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/6697997225489005030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/6697997225489005030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/special-friend_20.html' title='Special Friend'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RPgrmuY8I/AAAAAAAAAA8/twUuSPk71vg/s72-c/friends%282%29.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-8823718904004187926</id><published>2008-01-21T13:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:08:14.781+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What I Love Most</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are the best thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I ever knew.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I promise I'll always be here,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because my life wouldn't be the same without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There is something important,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Three words I need to say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;They are "I love you",&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that feeling isn't going away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm sorry for anything that I have made wrong,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'll try my best to make it right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because I couldn't bear one day without you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Or one dream at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I think of you all of the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are something that I've never had.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And you make me feel real and alive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When I am with you, I can't be sad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are what wakes me up in the morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You are why I go to sleep at night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's the things that you say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That make everything alright.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You probably have no idea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That your touch makes my heart pick up its pace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And that I love everything about you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way you gaze down into my face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You know that I can't wait to see you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And there is one thing that I especially miss,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way that you hold me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The way that you kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wish I could tell the whole world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;That I can't think of one thing you lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;But what I love most,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Is that you love me back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-8823718904004187926?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8823718904004187926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=8823718904004187926' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8823718904004187926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8823718904004187926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/what-i-love-most.html' title='What I Love Most'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-1718568301059758110</id><published>2008-01-21T13:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T13:06:59.721+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Yaad</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yaad tumhari aati hai,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Pal pal mujhe satati hai&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har lamha who tera saath&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Har unkahi who teri baat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Yaad aati hai mujhe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Kuch aur na sujhe mujhe&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Who chutta hua tera saath&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Tadpaye mujhe har raat&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Din mein tujhe dekhkar khush hojati hoon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Raaton ko teri tasveer dekhkar sojati hoon&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Khush hojati hoon tumhe hasta dekhkar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Ansoon nikal aate hai hai tumhe door jaankar&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Bhula tumhe main sakti nahin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Chupaliya hai dil k eek kone mein kahin&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;Basi tumhari har yaad vahan&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Bas unhe yaad karke bhula deti hoon main jahan……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-1718568301059758110?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1718568301059758110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=1718568301059758110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1718568301059758110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1718568301059758110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/yaad.html' title='Yaad'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-1760121320814270681</id><published>2008-01-21T12:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:31.561+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love - The Sweetest Emotion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RK17muY6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cxStl5baPWQ/s1600-h/Love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RK17muY6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cxStl5baPWQ/s320/Love.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157829763639698338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love is the sweetest emotion that springs in my heart,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Love is the tender kiss you gave me at the start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The sound of your voice and the way you touch,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The warmth of your smile that I love so much.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You are always on my mind, I see you in my eyes&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Want to tell you my heart is where your love lies…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="font-style: italic; text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I’ll love you forever in just the same way,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;As I have from the start with all my heart everyday…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:12;"  &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-1760121320814270681?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1760121320814270681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=1760121320814270681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1760121320814270681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1760121320814270681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-sweetest-emotion.html' title='Love - The Sweetest Emotion'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5RK17muY6I/AAAAAAAAAAs/cxStl5baPWQ/s72-c/Love.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-8859270048000425219</id><published>2008-01-21T12:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T12:33:00.878+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trianz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friends'/><title type='text'>Farewell , My Friends</title><content type='html'>The Farewell poem of ROSARY , reminded me another one I had written but this one is a recent addition and is dedicated to all the amazing Friends I made at Trianz , Bangalore during the one year of my stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys.. I miss you and I miss being a part of all the fun we had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Moving on and meeting new people&lt;br /&gt;Seemed an interesting thing,&lt;br /&gt;To leave the current way of life,&lt;br /&gt;To grow, I spread my wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New work ,new buddies&lt;br /&gt;A whole new world to explore,&lt;br /&gt;Also I was coming back home&lt;br /&gt;Could I wish for any thing more ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first tears never came &amp;amp; overflowed&lt;br /&gt;All there was ; was excitement and laughter&lt;br /&gt;For the final day at Trianz would soon come&lt;br /&gt;and I had no clue what awaited me hereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But during the last few days,things changed&lt;br /&gt;Memories and good times of past shown&lt;br /&gt;Clouded my mind as I thought of leaving&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I felt I was all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of a sudden,and unimaginable&lt;br /&gt;Reminiscing the past seemed to be a difficult task&lt;br /&gt;Tears mixed with sobs would flow down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;With a smile I'd try to mask .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do I cry ?",I asked.&lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to leave,dint I ?&lt;br /&gt;"Cant wait to get out from here",were my initial words&lt;br /&gt;But at the cost of such good friends , made me cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering all the good times and even the bad&lt;br /&gt;Including the fights we sometimes had&lt;br /&gt;We stuck together through sunshine and rain&lt;br /&gt;In the end,friendship was our gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were with me when  I was good&lt;br /&gt;Still with me when I was bad&lt;br /&gt;I could never fake a happy face&lt;br /&gt;You'd know when I was sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those endless shopping sprees,&lt;br /&gt;That was so much fun&lt;br /&gt;We would talk for hours and hours&lt;br /&gt;And never be done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were a family&lt;br /&gt;All this one year&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the memories&lt;br /&gt;The laughter and the tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadness creeps in me as I sit with clouded eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Still crying and  heart full of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Nothing will be lost ,I thought&lt;br /&gt;All's well,I'll look forward for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we are going separate ways,&lt;br /&gt;Life going on as the say&lt;br /&gt;yet for now all I can say&lt;br /&gt;Is to God for you I'll pray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure,new experiences will come&lt;br /&gt;But no one will outshine you guys&lt;br /&gt;To the friendship that brought me sky&lt;br /&gt;Dear Friends , I wish you good luck and goodbye !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-8859270048000425219?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/8859270048000425219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=8859270048000425219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8859270048000425219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/8859270048000425219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/farewell-my-friends.html' title='Farewell , My Friends'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-7651069200303914653</id><published>2008-01-21T11:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:31.750+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Oils Of Our Lamp - Teachers Of X E</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5Q-b7muY5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fQlHjUIqWc8/s1600-h/oil_lamp_lit_01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5Q-b7muY5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fQlHjUIqWc8/s320/oil_lamp_lit_01.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157816122823566226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most memorable poems I ever wrote .. It was in the final year of my schooling and was about the wonderful teachers who taught us ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you ROSARY .. I miss you dear teachers ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year of schooling , end of all&lt;br /&gt;X E wasn't ready to face what would befall .&lt;br /&gt;But to give us a finishing touch,&lt;br /&gt;We got teachers whom we love very much.&lt;br /&gt;We got our class teacher Mrs Lakshmi,&lt;br /&gt;Blend of all good qualities is she .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name physical science sends shudders through our nerves,&lt;br /&gt;But to make us understand and feel it was easy - a credit Mrs Lakshmi deserves .&lt;br /&gt;Next Mrs Leelavati - a teacher very sweet&lt;br /&gt;With whose explanation , the fear of Biology took a back seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at English and Social Studies,crazy thoughts appeared&lt;br /&gt;But at the sight of Mrs Reena David, they all disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Next comes Maths, the difficult of all ,&lt;br /&gt;With a teacher like Mrs Mary Sunitha,how is it possible that the difficulty is not solved?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hindi is the easiest and the best&lt;br /&gt;With Mrs Pushpa, who's as good as the rest .&lt;br /&gt;Second languages are two,&lt;br /&gt;Special English and Telugu ,&lt;br /&gt;But with teachers like Mrs Matilda and Mrs Rosemary&lt;br /&gt;We began to love these subjects too ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Computers is easy for some and difficult for some&lt;br /&gt;But with Mrs Rama - it was always fun.&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget the exercises,march past &amp;amp; games like basketball ?&lt;br /&gt;Taught to us by Ms Hariet , beloved of all .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only them but also the other teachers&lt;br /&gt;Have equally played a role for the betterment of our future&lt;br /&gt;I will remember every moment in ROSARY&lt;br /&gt;Whether in sorrow or in joy&lt;br /&gt;But tears roll down my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;As I bid my dear school GOODBYE !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-7651069200303914653?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/7651069200303914653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=7651069200303914653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/7651069200303914653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/7651069200303914653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/oils-of-our-lamp-teachers-of-x-e.html' title='The Oils Of Our Lamp - Teachers Of X E'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5Q-b7muY5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/fQlHjUIqWc8/s72-c/oil_lamp_lit_01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-1992064440623495639</id><published>2008-01-21T11:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:31.877+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School days'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='crying tree'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tree'/><title type='text'>A Tree's Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5Q5R7muY3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cGt-vvGh4a4/s1600-h/cry.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5Q5R7muY3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cGt-vvGh4a4/s320/cry.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157810453466735474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;( An 8th class creation ... )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What is my fault that you are so cruel ?&lt;br /&gt;Don't I give you everything from shelter to fuel ?&lt;br /&gt;I am so helpful to you when I survive&lt;br /&gt;And yet you want to see me die ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give you food to eat and clothes to wear&lt;br /&gt;But for my pains you have no care&lt;br /&gt;I give you fruits,flowers and all&lt;br /&gt;Just for timber you make me fall .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be aware without me alive,&lt;br /&gt;You will surely die !!&lt;br /&gt;There will be no greenery at all&lt;br /&gt;And to all of you death would befall .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-1992064440623495639?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/1992064440623495639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=1992064440623495639' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1992064440623495639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/1992064440623495639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/trees-request.html' title='A Tree&apos;s Request'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5Q5R7muY3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/cGt-vvGh4a4/s72-c/cry.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-2030061163705020464</id><published>2008-01-21T11:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:44:31.983+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='save mother earth'/><title type='text'>Save Mother Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5Q4jrmuY2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2XQCnAzUsCM/s1600-h/PHELM.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5Q4jrmuY2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2XQCnAzUsCM/s320/PHELM.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157809658897785698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Another 7th class creation ... this was based on a particular topic that was given to us )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The world is full of pollution ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Which is a source of destruction&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Because of people who dont care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;There are automobiles every where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The oceans are like dustbins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;with dead scales and tins&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The markets are full of screams and yell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And looks as if we are in hell.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Destroy the pollution in a city with unity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Save world from pollution&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And give way for Gods integrity of creation !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5861796503995244468-2030061163705020464?l=words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/feeds/2030061163705020464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5861796503995244468&amp;postID=2030061163705020464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/2030061163705020464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5861796503995244468/posts/default/2030061163705020464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://words-thepoetessinme.blogspot.com/2008/01/save-mother-earth.html' title='Save Mother Earth'/><author><name>Megs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11560376884322152758</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5WXPbmuZAI/AAAAAAAAABY/I-0ayKr4R4A/S220/23373703.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qUeSpmKx4eY/R5Q4jrmuY2I/AAAAAAAAAAM/2XQCnAzUsCM/s72-c/PHELM.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5861796503995244468.post-1230162325468514575</id><published>2008-01-21T11:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-21T11:38:49.187+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Varied Dream</title><content type='html'>( This was the poem I had written for the school magzine when I was in 7th class .. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Late at midnight,&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone fight&lt;br /&gt;To my horror whom did I see??&lt;br /&gt;"Akbar the Great" was fighting with me !!&lt;br /&gt;We both were fighting at "Haldi Gathi"&lt;br /&gt;He had a sword and I had a lathi&lt;br /&gt;But somehow I escaped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On moving further I was in a city of sand&lt;br /&gt;On exploring it I came to know it was Alice's Wonderland !!&lt;br /&gt;The queen of hearts was sitting on a chair&lt;br /&gt;While the bunny was making arrangements for a fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now I was tired and wanted to sleep&lt;br /&gt;But from a distance I heard a girl weep&lt;br /&gt;I went near her and what did I see?&lt;br /&gt;She was looking exactly like me !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat and talked till someone pushed me in a stream,&lt;br /&gt;When I opened my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I came to realize,&lt;br /&gt;That it was just s silly dream ... !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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