<?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-25012050</id><updated>2011-09-28T13:56:38.733+05:30</updated><category term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Bloggerita</title><subtitle type='html'>Here I share my experiences, rhymes, feelings and life with the rest of the world. Simple, straight foward and passionate is what I would describe myself as and my blog.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>76</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-1406961618268471320</id><published>2011-03-22T13:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:04:52.359+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Surrender</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Suddenly the world and its glitter seems fading,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I am so in love and Your ways I’m appreciating,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I feel a breaking inside, but it’s so sweet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Someday to dance with You and meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I feel I’m being poured out, an empty cup,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Awaiting Your in-fillling, come fill me up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;All I have belongs to you, it’s a sweet surrender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;To you my life, my breath, my living I render.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I hear you whispering in the quietness of my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Your plans to perfect me and make me whole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You just ask me to submit to Your will,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You promise a new start, a new thrill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;It gets difficult as my self gets in the way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5 style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; clear: both; color: black; font-weight: normal; line-height: 1.5em; margin-bottom: 20px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I need You to help me die to self, I pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&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/25012050-1406961618268471320?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/1406961618268471320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=1406961618268471320&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/1406961618268471320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/1406961618268471320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweet-surrender.html' title='Sweet Surrender'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-4557921976174041856</id><published>2011-03-22T13:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:01:55.069+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In Jesus' embrace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666699; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The world is choking me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666699; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The wind is too cold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666699; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Everywhere its hate I see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #666699; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I find myself no more bold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Yet in a still quiet voice I hear Him say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;“In the storm I hold your hand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I know you hide tears during the day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But always by your side I stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You’ll be stirred but not shaken,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Mocked, persecuted, wronged,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Yet you are mine not forsaken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I will fulfill all that you’ve longed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Fear not, just be patient,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I rise up on your behalf,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;In no way am I latent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: teal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You’re protected from head to calf.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333399; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;So now I hold my rest,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333399; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;With Him I pass every test,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333399; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Through wind and storm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333399; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;rain, hail, cold and warm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333399; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I know His loving embrace,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; color: #333399; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I feel safe in Jesus’ grace.&lt;/span&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/25012050-4557921976174041856?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/4557921976174041856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=4557921976174041856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/4557921976174041856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/4557921976174041856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2011/03/in-jesus-embrace.html' title='In Jesus&apos; embrace'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-6871896923581807618</id><published>2011-03-22T13:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-22T13:00:32.114+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If only you knew...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;You try and try to be my flesh’s thorn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Spewing your aggression and scorn,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;In arrogance you deny your own blood,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Remember, big pride is followed by a big thud.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;This time you tried to make me cry,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But I stood strong and said goodbye.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I choose to ignore you and bless you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Even when wounds you try to renew.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;But thankfully I know the truth,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;And I am not one of the devil’s brute.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I know it’s not you, but the evil one,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Trying to always get us undone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I forgive and forgive as God give’s me grace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Someday I’ll have strength to see you face to face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Without feeling so angry and hurt inside,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I chose only Jesus to be my guide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;I know He loves you as He loves me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Only wish your blind eyes could see,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The black magic, the godmen who mislead,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;The one’s who misguide your every deed,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Be released I pray in Jesus name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;Be set free, from all this evil, so lame.&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/25012050-6871896923581807618?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/6871896923581807618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=6871896923581807618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6871896923581807618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6871896923581807618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2011/03/if-only-you-knew.html' title='If only you knew...'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-5716485350989960504</id><published>2011-03-22T12:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-22T12:58:41.788+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I laugh now when I look back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;This was one of satan’s attacks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To use a sweet smile, calm voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I realise I have no ability in choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;All I can say is God saved me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He truly completely set me free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;‘Do not let love awaken before time’,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;A warning in my head to chime,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;From the Word of God I adore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Please do the same I implore!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It calls for wisdom to comprehend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;As the wind blows a tree shall bend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Such can be a human’s love so frail,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To put you behind thick tear’s veil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Beware men, women, young and old!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Falling for the wrong one, is not bold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is courageous to wait for true love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Awaiting guidance from the One above.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He has not willed for man to be alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: transparent; background-image: initial; background-repeat: initial; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: initial; border-left-width: 0px; border-right-width: 0px; border-style: initial; border-top-width: 0px; margin-bottom: 24px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: center; vertical-align: baseline;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Wait for from your bones is a bone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/25012050-5716485350989960504?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-2760185397413647613</id><published>2010-04-22T20:38:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-22T20:38:59.340+05:30</updated><title type='text'>From darkness to true love's light</title><content type='html'>She dreamt a dream of a perfect love with a man,&lt;br /&gt;Her dream became real as real as ever can,&lt;br /&gt;A sweet friendship blossomed to stand the test,&lt;br /&gt;Seemed so real, Ecstasy, she ignored all the rest.&lt;br /&gt;But she didn't see the grey in the violet sky,&lt;br /&gt;The colours of love for him left her to cry.&lt;br /&gt;Red for the violence, blue for the lust,&lt;br /&gt;She was wrong to think in man to trust.&lt;br /&gt;For the first time she gave it all,&lt;br /&gt;Only to be beat up and take the fall.&lt;br /&gt;Black for the darkness that tried to eat her,&lt;br /&gt;White for the sweet nothings that beat her,&lt;br /&gt;Brown for the mud on which she lay facewards,&lt;br /&gt;Transparent the tears for a love that went waywards.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at a knife to release her from this life.&lt;br /&gt;Her corpse beckoned to a vast sea by her strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly like a sunray of hope,&lt;br /&gt;When her life lost all its scope,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus spoke in a voice so clear,&lt;br /&gt;It calmed down all&amp;nbsp; pain and fear,&lt;br /&gt;You give up your life in haste,&lt;br /&gt;Without thinking what you would waste,&lt;br /&gt;I gave up my life for you to have life,&lt;br /&gt;I bore the pain to give you strength in strife,&lt;br /&gt;You know my promises yet you chose the world,&lt;br /&gt;No human is perfect and Holy as I am Holy,&lt;br /&gt;Only through me can you overcome the worldly.&lt;br /&gt;She threw the knife lifted from drunken to sober,&lt;br /&gt;Dead to her old self, renewed for His glory to conquer,&lt;br /&gt;A new creation, she lived for Jesus completely,&lt;br /&gt;He taught her His ways and she did greatly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As per God's will she found the one meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;He said your the bone of my bones, can you see,&lt;br /&gt;They prayed, they fasted and sought Gods advice,&lt;br /&gt;To start together the work of ministry, and rise,&lt;br /&gt;Together in love they laboured being perfected each day,&lt;br /&gt;Both realised they wouldn't want life any other way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-2760185397413647613?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/2760185397413647613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But my arms fall short, increaseth the chaos and tandem.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My voice remains unheard again trapped, stuck,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I put my trust in You and not in fortune or luck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I am on my knees, I surrender it all, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need you to be my Rock to stand tall,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take away these emotions dry them totally,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forgive all the fault You find within me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord don’t restore me to the one I love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But please help them know Your there above,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Renew their trust in You like never before,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Give them hope for what’s in store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I can’t reach out so Lord do it for me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I sacrifice my joy place it on the altar for thee.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take it my Lord as I let go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What's really in my heart only You know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/25012050-42051740104446623?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/42051740104446623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=42051740104446623&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/42051740104446623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/42051740104446623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/04/prayer.html' title='A prayer'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-5871650869967756076</id><published>2010-04-17T15:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-17T15:15:51.448+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Oh Whatever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Holding a porcupine in my hand, &lt;br /&gt;It pushes me further into the sinking sand&lt;br /&gt;I'm gasping for breath, but no struggle&lt;br /&gt;I lied for the first time but&amp;nbsp; does it matter?&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to lie from now on for a starter&lt;br /&gt;No I won't let go just to satisfy your guilt&lt;br /&gt;Not man enough to filter others opinion filth&lt;br /&gt;Cant stand on your own too feet and take a stand&lt;br /&gt;I'm angry but I stand strong just for you&lt;br /&gt;Try your best I am here to stay as my promise true&lt;br /&gt;Your pretense is an Oscar winner for sure&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate me I can endure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-5871650869967756076?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/5871650869967756076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=5871650869967756076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/5871650869967756076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/5871650869967756076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/04/oh-whatever.html' title='Oh Whatever!'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-4994112953666229707</id><published>2010-04-17T09:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-17T09:13:00.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am drenched in vanilla twilight (courtesy: Vanilla twilight- Owl City)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JE0HovpAzw"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JE0HovpAzw&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The stars lean down to kiss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I lie awake and miss you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I'll miss your arms around me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd send a postcard to you, dear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause I wish you were here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll watch the night turn light blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it's not the same without you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because it takes two to whisper quietly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The silence isn't so bad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Till I look at my hands and feel sad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause the spaces between my fingers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Are right where yours fit perfectly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll find repose in new ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Though I haven't slept in two days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cause cold nostalgia chills me to the bone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But drenched in vanilla twilight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll sit on the front porch all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Waist deep in thought because when&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I think of you I don't feel so alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't feel so alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't feel so alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As many times as I blink&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll think of you tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Tonight, tonight, tonight...)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll think of you tonight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When violet eyes get brighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And heavy wings grow lighter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'll taste the sky and feel alive again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I'll forget the world that I knew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But I swear I won't forget you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Oh if my voice could reach back through the past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I'd whisper in your ear:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Oh darling I wish you were here" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/25012050-4994112953666229707?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/4994112953666229707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=4994112953666229707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/4994112953666229707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/4994112953666229707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-am-drenched-in-vanilla-twilight.html' title='I am drenched in vanilla twilight (courtesy: Vanilla twilight- Owl City)'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-5866381908139472912</id><published>2010-04-06T19:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-06T19:34:17.911+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Running thoughts</title><content type='html'>Well forgive me today I am going to be downright honest about what I feel. Certain things in my life especially those that happened around my teens and pre-teens has bugged me to the core... I have dealt with this anger and overcame it, but a certain incident has reopened my wounds and has caused me stress with interest..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant people just be real? Why cant they be honest? Why cant they be satisfied with the little things in life? why is the measure of happiness based on their bank balances and wallets? Whyyyyyyyyyyyy????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has family lost its value? Is love just meant for fairytales in their dictionaries? Where is the childhood where a kid a can be a kid and not have to prove they are super genius? When a kid achieves something for their folks where's that appreciation hug or kiss? Where's the fathers who really cared to provide beyond money? Where are the mothers who protected their kids beyond their lives? Where are the siblings who love laughed played and supported each other? WHEREEEEE??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I a fool? Have I dreamed a dream? Is it too simple? Is it stupid? I just wanna shut myself in a vacuum and scream, cry, yell .. I want a punching bag that i can punch till it has no filling left in it... I feel like a kid throwing a tantrum.. But allow me to cos i couldn't be much of a kid when I should've been...&amp;nbsp; If no one likes it.. too bad its your problem not mine... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look down upon me for my grandparents and parents mistakes all you like but remember you may be missing out on a chance to know me... I am not my father, I am not my mother, I am not my sister, I am not my brother, I am not my aunt, I am not my uncle, I am not my cousin sister, I am not like any of my grandparents.. I AM ME.. an individual.. genes carry traits but personality is developed by my choices... Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;I am me.. Love me, Hate me or ignore me, but remember I am capable of loving, living and proving your judgments wrong.. I may not be great, but I always work towards improving myself and getting an edge not to trample someone else, but to better my life and to make the lives of the people I love easier.. &lt;br /&gt;Yes I love to death, I like to adore, I hate evil, i dislike presumptions... I am not ordinary or one amongst the crowd, I was created unique, I didn't evolve from a monkey, I was formed in my mother's womb for a special purpose.. There have been times I wanted to end my life and I am not scared to say it, but i have grown over that and realised how special life can be... I have learnt that to wait for true love is rewarding... I have learnt that there's beauty in the ashes. I have learnt that life always takes a new turn when u least expect.. What's going to happen?? I do not know.. I don't want to know because astrology is a curse I am satisfied in knowing that a surprise is waiting for me and in the end when the plan unfolds it will make sense.. Thank you God for making my life so beautiful. I don't feel angry anymore because I am reminded about the beauty in my life... So thank you God.. and sorry for the mindless ramble.. Just thoughts as they were running in my head. I have got my peace, so I am going back to living life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-5866381908139472912?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/5866381908139472912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=5866381908139472912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/5866381908139472912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/5866381908139472912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/04/running-thoughts.html' title='Running thoughts'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-4196752568740579055</id><published>2010-04-05T19:15:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-05T19:21:52.001+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Fading</title><content type='html'>The voices are getting louder&lt;br /&gt;Heart is beating faster&lt;br /&gt;The pain is cutting deeper&lt;br /&gt;Breath is getting heavier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Insides are turning&lt;br /&gt;The wide world is tumbling&lt;br /&gt;Voice and strength are failing&lt;br /&gt;Now its getting darker, fading&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-4196752568740579055?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/4196752568740579055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=4196752568740579055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/4196752568740579055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/4196752568740579055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='Fading'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-2776772864376719395</id><published>2010-04-01T15:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-01T15:29:57.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Misery of distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Was your voice a whisper in the dark?&lt;br /&gt;Was your smile a figment of my imagination?&lt;br /&gt;Was your shadow a phantom flying about?&lt;br /&gt;Were you a ghost of my own making?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is no, your just far away.&lt;br /&gt;How long till I have you with me?&lt;br /&gt;How do I bear this separation?&lt;br /&gt;Will we survive this distance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words don't even rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;As I write these lines,&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm is gone out of me.&lt;br /&gt;Await I the day we meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-2776772864376719395?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/2776772864376719395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=2776772864376719395&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/2776772864376719395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/2776772864376719395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/04/misery-of-distance.html' title='Misery of distance'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-9179407804227602101</id><published>2010-03-23T15:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:22:20.418+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Expression (August 29, 2006)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Words all that had  to be said to reach out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love that had to be shown and not hidden&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dreams that got buried along with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears i wish i could stop but nothing helps&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Laughter that once gave life haunts me on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memories sweet shattered along with the windshield&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friendship that is paused till&amp;nbsp;I breath my last here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Changes come with your absence are hard to accept&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secrets only for you locked up in my heart untold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wedding dress buried never to be worn at your wedding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Road&amp;nbsp;to your funeral mass breaks me everytime&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Relief yet to be found , So help me God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-9179407804227602101?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/9179407804227602101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=9179407804227602101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/9179407804227602101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/9179407804227602101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/expression-august-29-2006.html' title='Expression (August 29, 2006)'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-3582571125037048165</id><published>2010-03-23T15:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:11:16.507+05:30</updated><title type='text'>He is good (December 04, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bvMsg" id="msgcns!EE919341985FF499!1407"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sweet music to  soothe the soul,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;love it when the Lord's in control.&lt;br /&gt;i found comfort&amp;nbsp; in&amp;nbsp; His  presence,&lt;br /&gt;Where i learnt most of life's lessons.&lt;br /&gt;He is enthroned  in our praises&lt;br /&gt;lift Him up as the music raises&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He is good, He is good &lt;br /&gt;and His love endures forever&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The world is out to get you&lt;br /&gt;pull you down and make you blue&lt;br /&gt;But  trust in Him for the world He has overcome&lt;br /&gt;Victory in Him is  reality, why doubt him its cumbersome&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No one can love you like he did, paid with his life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For you alone, became healing, took away your strife&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-3582571125037048165?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/3582571125037048165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=3582571125037048165&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/3582571125037048165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/3582571125037048165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/he-is-good-december-04-2005.html' title='He is good (December 04, 2005)'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-7421352814211966996</id><published>2010-03-23T15:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:10:18.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To the true one (December 04, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bvMsg" id="msgcns!EE919341985FF499!1406"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometimes in our  walk of life we take a wrong turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Striving in vain, realising late there's nothing to earn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did i take my eyes of my crown at the finishing line&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did i turn away from my true love so perfect and fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What was I running away from only tiring myself out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Running from the land of living water never dying sprout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just because the world didnt agree with my view&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why did I turn away from something i knew was true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna come back so i run to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You accept me back merciful and true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I am in full surrender, a living sacrifice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From now on your in control, you roll the dice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-7421352814211966996?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-2020452296266929755</id><published>2010-03-23T15:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T15:09:03.334+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Traditional day (December 05, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="bvMsg" id="msgcns!EE919341985FF499!1410"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its 2:30 am right  now and im still wondering if i shud go to college tomorrow esp since its  traditional day.... part of me wants to go n take a chance but part of  me knows that im not strong enough to face it... not because of  something horrible that happened on the day... but because of the  memories it brings... memories i can never relive... its been so long  and ive been tryn to cope with the losses in my life... one of them  being the sister n best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember traditional day 2002 as vivid as vivd can get... dressin  up in a sleeveless salwar wearing traditional jewellery... eyeliner for  the first time (Lydia's mom had put it on for me)... my new hair cut was  awesome was all set for an awesome day... looking very different...  there Nelli was all stunning in a stol, halter neck n skirt(very  traditional looking) i remember meetin up with all my JC mates ... we  all hit the dance floor jiving our hearts out...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we were all so young innocent naive and were havin the best day of  our lives... Little did we know that senior college would take a toll on  us... growin up also brought in complications (boys and  heartbreak)...... that day we were truly ourselves just havin fun .. the  last day i can remember when we all had no regrets, no hurt, no  hitches... we were free n wild&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That traditional day we spent the whole day together poured our  hearts out... everything was out our lives crystal clear to each  other....&amp;nbsp;cried n laughed in euphoria n ecstacy.... we felt like we  should never let go... i know we never wanted to... but life took its  own turn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everythng was fine until a 'K' 'A' and 'C' came into our lives... a  turmoil of events...... then the separation as i had to part ways to go  to Cal.... was like i was leaving Mumbai forever.. the day i left she  was there gave me a locket n showed she cared she was one of the few  people who actually came to see me off.... Nelli was there with a hug  ill never forget n a promise of being there forever... a promise on a  piece of paper i still hold dear ...... then it went all dry when i was  in cal ... was difficult to stay in touch esp since i was grounded beyond  one's imagination..... (wasnt allowed to talk to neone much .. not  allowed to go out at all except with my lisa n to the shop n all this  with an escort) i cried everyy night every day and prayed with all my  heart,,,, not for mercy in my situation but only for one thing i&amp;nbsp; wanted  to see my friends again.. wanted to go back to collegein Mumbai... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God did finally answer alll my prayers.... i was back in town...  lost touch with em but tried sooo desperately to get in touch ... after  about 4 or 5 months i did... by then i had so much to tell em .... we  met up n shared our hearts out all over again ..... but things changed  ... we all turned cold.. no fault of ours... the distance grew....  college started ,,, by Gods grace i managed to fight my way back to  Xaviers.... but it meant new classmates n a course that got too hectic  with very different from theirs.... many other problems came in .. we  tried hard to keep us goin .. never let go till the end (i still cant  let go)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She gave me my first and the only surprise party till date (felt so  precious).. hehehe i already knew about the party cos my guest list was  hard to create without them goin via me.. esp since i had about 50  potential invitees and mom finally let it out so i could dit the list  without hurtin neone....... but it still felt precious that she thought  of pullin it off... she didnt know tht i already knew about it... so i  played the whole im sooo surprised gig.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then we both got busy ... all the events i was doin took most of my  time... made her a part of my life as much as i cud...... still wasnt  enuff,,...... then a major tiff between her&amp;nbsp; n two of my otha close  frnds... put my heart n soul to bring em to reconcile... finally afta 2  months they managed to start talkin to each other again....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;then there were the exams .. afta which i called her n we decided  to meet up n catch up on sooo much we needed to tell each other..... the  last words i ever heard from her were - " Ill call you next week Thursday before good friday.... we will meet up... call you later" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A calll i never received a meeting that would never be ....... the  calll from an unexpected voice in a weird tone- She died&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A shock i still bear, pain i still feel no matter how much people  tell me to move on.... easy to say.. when i have to face each day  without someone i held precious everyday... someone who became a pat of  me suddenly cut away(imagine a body part cut off).. imagine walkin your  friend in her wedding dress only to her grave ... imagine all the  shattered dreams... we planned to see each other married happily... even  named her kids.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That traditional day will never be again... not without her... i  cant face it .. i just cant sooo everybody stop asking me why i cant  go...... im not strong enough... ill just go out n do something  different might do something crazy something different ull will see  soon... so let the traditional day be where its at... may someone have  the same fun i had that day todayy in this traditional day but never  face the pain i had tooo... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive leanrt one thing is you never stop missing someone.... you never  move on esp when you love that person... so spare me all the 'Forget it  alll' n 'move on' talk ... had it ... i know its been two years since  but i never want to forget her ... she lives in my memories... i want  her to live... so let me be&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-2020452296266929755?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/2020452296266929755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=2020452296266929755&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/2020452296266929755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/2020452296266929755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/traditional-day-december-05-2005.html' title='Traditional day (December 05, 2005)'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-5087197917419179839</id><published>2010-03-23T14:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:59:23.287+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The 'we' we had is toast (December 11, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;div class="bvMsg" id="msgcns!EE919341985FF499!1457"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why  did you not read between the lines?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shouldve looked deep into my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But made the situation only prickly as pines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Never&amp;nbsp;strained to hear my heart's true cries.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Was hurt for many made promises untrue,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But took a chance on you, took a mighty risk,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Trust was the key word in my love for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People say should discard this like a scratched disc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You said you'd hold on to what we had real tight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wanted to stand up and go against the flow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But my dear you just gave up without a fight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All you had to do was to hold my hand &amp;amp; not let go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never stopped me from leaving, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When i walked out you just stood and watched,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sight of your tears keeps me grieving,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was in your hands to stop it being torched.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do u want to know why i ran away?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was 'cause you gave up so easily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You never even asked me to stay.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I said it had to be over, you didnt disagree.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ive given you enough time, Im moving along.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt make out when i needed you the most,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Decided Im better off alone writing my own song,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as off now, you and me is totally burnt toast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Azriela&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-5087197917419179839?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/5087197917419179839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=5087197917419179839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/5087197917419179839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/5087197917419179839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-we-had-is-toast-december-11-2005.html' title='The &apos;we&apos; we had is toast (December 11, 2005)'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-6755355675660106309</id><published>2010-03-23T14:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:56:24.316+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rambling of my mind today (December 16 , 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bvMsg" id="msgcns!EE919341985FF499!1484"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dear Minu,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wanted to speak to you but circumstances wont allow... today was  the day we planned. we planned it when we were 18 ... freedom. freedom  that coems with being 21... doesnt make sense now cause i dont really  feel free nemore... but nuttin usually goes the way we plan it.... just  wish i could tell you how much i&amp;nbsp; miss you... i miss seeing your smile  .. miss your laughter (as unique as it ever was)... i miss the wamrth  the friendship the care.... i know you wudve been there right now... no  matter the distance if you knew i needed u... but i guess youll&amp;nbsp;  probably never know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;alll the unspoken words bottled deep inside.... wish i just had  that one chance that last shot... so i cud tell you how much you mean to  me... your my sister... n not one day goes by tht i havent thought bout  you.... just wish i cud tell you but take comfort tht you already  knew..... i face each day tryin to be strong atleast for the people  around... remember you called me your pillar but never got the chance to  tell you that you were my strength too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thanks for the times you stood up for me.. the times you stood with  me ... most people alive today lack what you had... the ability to love  to love with all your heart... whoever you loved you loved em with  zeal... i was priviledge to be loved like that... so many why's and how  come's but they dont matter anymore cause all that matters was i met you  on this journey called life and thats whts counts.. you coloured my  life with a unique blend and shade ... no matter what people say i will  never forget you. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all those moments happy and painful ill never forget... we saw each  other laugh, we saw each other cry and even saw each other smile and  thorw tantrums.... such a short while - 4 years seemed like i knew you  forever... girl you were the best friend anyone cud have.. im glad i had  you.. im not goin to move on... im goin to remember each moment and be  content with what we had... ull always be alive in my thoughts... the  only freedom i have is to think what i want to n i will think bout  you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you want me to be happy i know that only wish i cud here you say  that with that warmm hug with you hands clasped around my shoulder.. n  your deep voice consoling me ... but for now ill settle down dreamin and  thinkin bout what i had... cause what we had was so precious it will  last me a lifetime... thank you sooo much - wanted to tell you that but  it was too late... So illl thank God who allowed me to meet up with ya  in the first place....&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/25012050-6755355675660106309?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/6755355675660106309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=6755355675660106309&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6755355675660106309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6755355675660106309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/rambling-of-my-mind-today-december-16.html' title='Rambling of my mind today (December 16 , 2005)'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-976421134423882698</id><published>2010-03-23T14:50:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:50:13.413+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Look at what youve done (November 17, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bvMsg" id="msgcns!EE919341985FF499!1151"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I  rested on your shoulder for strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But you dusted me off like i was dirt on you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you removed all tht i cud hold on too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all this in a single moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i made you my angel, an angel of love n light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;but in reality you brought in hate n darkness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;now im thirsting for water in a dry land&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watchin you in the oasis&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I gave you my best you took it all away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;left me empty handed, lost n hungry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now im too scared to turn to anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they might bite&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/25012050-976421134423882698?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/976421134423882698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-995855113670283458</id><published>2010-03-23T14:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:49:17.139+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Maybe (November 20,2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Dreams  shatter&amp;nbsp;like glass into pieces so tiny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sound of a heart break echoes in a dark, lonely alley.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Simple things to make me happy, a prince, a part of my illusions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had everything but your love, I didnt want ur money,&amp;nbsp;ur delusions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Didnt want much just wanted to love you thats all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made it seem not worth it left my hand n let me fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chorus:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;may be broken but im healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe lost but im surely finding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe sad but im smilin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe hurt but Im growing stronger&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dont want to get back any longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I thought Id be selfish if i let go of you n set myself free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But i only hurt myself, went blind n i just couldnt see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I kept telling myself love meant compromise and sacrifice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tried to give you my all, it made me start to despise&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I changed for you, I wasnt me anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had enough and im walkin out the door&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-995855113670283458?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-7895857429041788327</id><published>2010-03-23T14:46:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:46:43.205+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Your the reason (November 20, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;G  C D &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your the reason why Im livin for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Every Step i take i cant ignore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me feel alive again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I dance i feel the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Clouds pave my way as i walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I glow with love for you as we talk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your the reason (3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im living for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as years pass me by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until and after i die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wanna keep knowing you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You make me feel brand new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish i could undrstand why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This way i feel but i dont cry (cos)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;your the reaon(3)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im living for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-7895857429041788327?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/7895857429041788327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=7895857429041788327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/7895857429041788327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/7895857429041788327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/your-reason-november-20-2005.html' title='Your the reason (November 20, 2005)'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-2383906807117202231</id><published>2010-03-23T14:44:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:44:45.055+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Speed (November 23, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="bvMsg" id="msgcns!EE919341985FF499!1194"&gt;&lt;div&gt;I almost forgot  what speed felt like&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everyday life acting like a spike&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it hit me like a dawning day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That hurdles made me astray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost lost all my passion&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost alll the satisfaction&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But someone up there understood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The one thing bring me in the mood&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the one thing my heart longed for&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In time when life was a low score&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speed always set me free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It always let me be me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No regrets&amp;nbsp; no looking back&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On the road ahead ready for atttack&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing can come in my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ill be too fast to hear what they say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel like myself free and wild &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The wakening of the&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;inner child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No more i bopw to suppression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That develops into depression&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving onward just the road and me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speed and I we are meant to be&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/25012050-2383906807117202231?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/2383906807117202231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=2383906807117202231&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/2383906807117202231'/><link rel='self' 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(November 29, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;A restless storm in  my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A tornado in my stomach&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pressure crush from all sides&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Unseen chains holding me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Darkness surrounds all i can see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet a light a hope keeping me strong&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No spells or potions .. just rest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing to do with any devotions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My passion remains buried inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting to come out in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this is for nothing they tell me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Voices to discourage surround&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet a hand carrying me through&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-7660744104269035200?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/7660744104269035200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=7660744104269035200&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/7660744104269035200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/7660744104269035200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/hmmm-do-we-need-titles-all-time.html' title='hmmm.. do we need titles all the time? (November 29, 2005)'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-6671011798922255203</id><published>2010-03-23T14:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:39:13.652+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bombay’s Own Duck – A Fish!! (October 9, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11pt;"&gt;(A food that does not  refer to a duck but a fish)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 26pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 26pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 26pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Monotype Corsiva'; font-size: 26pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It’s been about 14 years since I have  first met Bombay’s (Mumbai’s) unique fish - the Bombay Duck.&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;My Grandmom had prepared a special  dish on my first visit to Bombay, which was ‘Bombay Duck Khadi’, also  known as, ‘&lt;i&gt;Bombil ki Kadi’ &lt;/i&gt;. My 6-year-old tummy was grumbling  for a nice dish that was a preparation related to the species of Donald  duck. I absolutely love duck preparations and couldn’t wait to taste one  made in Indian Style. I was served a heapful of rice and then came the  curry. When I took a bite of the duck it turned out to be a slimy fish  with bones so tender you could bite them. It gave me quiet a shock.  After a few morsels, I began to like this fish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="color: black; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; text-align: left; width: 692px;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="background-color: transparent; border: medium none rgb(224, 223, 227); width: 100%;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt; &lt;div style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Bombay Duck abounds in the rivers and estuaries  around the Bombay docks. This fish is gray-white and could easily pass  as one of nature's wonders - its flesh is unique in texture, soft and  translucent, and looks almost devoid of any muscles. After cooking it  turns superb white and flaky. The fish has a central bone that is very  soft and most of its bones are wiry and gelatinous. It has very sharp  teeth and may look as dangerous as a shark but its size makes it less  fearsome. As for freshness, the Bombay Duck tends to be very smelly if  stale; the limpness goes down and the skin texture changes to a pallid  buff colour. Another test of freshness would be to lift the gill flap  and find see if the gills have their pink-red colour intact. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;This narrow, usually 6 to 8  inches long, fish is caught in November and December; the processing  goes on from December until March. Under normal cooking conditions the  fresh bombil fish is almost rendered to a pulp (bones and all). It can  also be dipped in batter and deep-fried. Fisherfolk follow a principle  of preparing for the monsoon. Since there is going to be no fishing  during the months of rain, they dry, salt and store seafood to consume  and sell to people who cannot do without it when there is no fresh catch  of the day. Bombay Duck is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;prepared in two  ways. The whole fish is washed clean, split, boned, and dried in the  sun. The drying is done on scaffolds made from bamboo poles fixed in the  sand. These poles bear bars tied with thick ropes horizontally in lines  one above the other. This is the method adopted for the local market.  For exports, the fish is filleted and packed in polythene. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  One of the greatest mysteries behind the Bombay Duck is how it got its  name. This fish, which is native to the Bombay area, is known locally as  ‘Bommaloe Macchi’ or ‘Bombil’. Other variations of its name include  bombila, bummelo, bombelli and shutki. It is said that this was too hard  for the British, who once ruled India, to pronounce. Thus, it became  Bombay Duck.&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.indiatravelog.com/feedback.html"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: small;"&gt;Farrukh Dhondy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;"&gt;, in his book titled ‘Bombay  Duck’ writes, &lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 11pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;“&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 1pt;"&gt;Bombay Duck is not a duck at all. In fact,  it should be spelt ‘Bombay Dak’. What it is, is dried fish (known in  Bombay as Bombil) and when the British introduced the railway system to  western India under their Raj, it started going in wagon loads to the  interior from Bombay. The crates stank of dried fish. They were marked  `Bombay Dak' literally `Bombay Mail'. At the time the railway was run by  Whiteys. The English may call a spade a spade, but they don't call  `stinking fish' by its name. They referred to it euphemistically as  ‘Bombay Dak', the Bombay Mail.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; How  is the Bombay Duck related with the city of Mumbai? As we know Bombay  was renamed Mumbai in 1995 officially. So the fish has a lot to do with  the name of the city. The Portuguese name ‘Bombaim’ meaning good bay,  was said to be from where the name ‘Bombay’ was derived. However, some  say that back in 1662, John Vian named it Bombay, after the slimy,  little fish, bombelli. This name appeared upon the rupee introduced by  the English in 1667. There are others that say it was the fish that took  its name from the city and not vice-a-versa. At first, the British  exported this fish from the Bombay port. Its existence was made known to  the world through these exports. Now, the Bombay Duck is available  almost in all countries of the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;Currently it was found out that  many rich vegetarians in Bombay are turning sections of their city into  meat-free zones - to the indignation of meat eaters barred from living  there. Housing complexes and whole neighborhoods in India's most  cosmopolitan city are going vegetarian. They even made many new flat  owners, to sign an agreement that they would not eat or cook meat in the  vicinity. Failing to do this, the other residents would be able to get  them thrown out. The regional Hindu nationalist party, the Shiv Sena who  stepped in to fight the cause of meat eaters used The Bombay Duck,  known for its pungent odour as a weapon to fight this discrimination  against non-vegetarians. Pramod Navalkar a leader of the Shiv Sena said,  '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;This nonsense will not do!  If I come to know of new vegetarian buildings, I'll send the occupants  Bombay &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman; font-size: small;"&gt;Duck'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: small;"&gt;The Bombay Duck came under  scrutiny in August 2003, after a study conducted by the Marine Science  Department of Calcutta University and the Metallurgical Engineering  Department of Jadavpur University. This study showed that, the mercury  content in the kidney and liver of the fish ranged between 1.18 to 1.20  mg/kg. This was way above the safe limit of 1 mg/kg set by the WHO.  However, if one removes the intestines and liver of the fish then one  can eat it with no burden of worry. The nutritional benefits of the  Bombay Duck outweigh this avoidable risk as 100gms of the edible portion  of dried Bombay duck provides 61.7gms of protein, 4gms of fat, 15.1gms  of minerals, 2.5gms of carbohydrates, 293kcal, 1389mgs of calcium,  240mgs of phosphorous, 19.1mgs of iron.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Book Antiqua; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The  Bombay Duck has come through the years with a long history connected  with Mumbai and it looks like it has a long way to go with its large  number of its fans in Mumbai and around the world.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&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/25012050-6671011798922255203?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/6671011798922255203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=6671011798922255203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6671011798922255203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6671011798922255203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/bombays-own-duck-fish-october-9-2005.html' title='Bombay’s Own Duck – A Fish!! (October 9, 2005)'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-6858679286625638764</id><published>2010-03-23T14:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:33:01.903+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In This Golden Valley I Grow (September 30, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Sometimes life seems hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Full of  sorrow, trouble and woe&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; It's then I have to  remember&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; That it's in this golden valley I grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  If I always stayed on the mountain top&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And  never experienced pain&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I would never appreciate  God's love&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And would be living in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I have so much to learn&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And my growth is  very slow&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sometimes I need the mountain tops&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  But it's in this golden valley I grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  I do not always understand&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Why things happen  as they do&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But I am very sure of one thing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  My Lord will see me through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My  little valley is nothing&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I picture Christ on  the cross&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He went through the valley of death&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  His victory was Satan's loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Forgive me  Lord, for complaining&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; When I'm feeling so  very low&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Just give me a gentle reminder&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  That it's in this golden valley I grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  Continue to strengthen me, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And use my  life each day&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; To share your love with others&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  And help them find their way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Thank  you for valleys, Lord&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For this one thing I  know&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The mountain tops are glorious&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  But it is in this golden valley I grow!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;  REMEMBER&amp;nbsp; Thru what Valley or Mountain...&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The shortest  distance between a problem and a solution&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; is the  distance between your knees and the floor&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The  one who kneels to the Lord&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; can stand up to  anything&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/25012050-6858679286625638764?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/6858679286625638764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=6858679286625638764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6858679286625638764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6858679286625638764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-this-golden-valley-i-grow-september.html' title='In This Golden Valley I Grow (September 30, 2005)'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-6598223655096588174</id><published>2010-03-23T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:29:13.988+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Im back (A post from August 26, 2005)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;Been&amp;nbsp;real&amp;nbsp;long  since ive kept ya'll posted,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;With  my submissions, tied down, toasted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;Everyday I think ill put up a line or two,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;It  all remains thoughts not much ado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;Long  time my songs didnt rhyme,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;No  guitar, no song, No chime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;Music  almost gave up,now back on track,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;Couldn't  move on without it, im back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;Fill  me I feel useless, empty Lord,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;Music  our connection, my reward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;Help  me be faithful with all the gifts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;Even  if the earth from under shifts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;I  wont give up, give me strength,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #ff6600; font-family: Verdana,Geneva,Arial,Sans-serif;"&gt;Fix  the errors and my heart's big dent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-6598223655096588174?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/6598223655096588174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=6598223655096588174&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6598223655096588174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6598223655096588174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-back-post-from-august-26-2005.html' title='Im back (A post from August 26, 2005)'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-3103653182521814429</id><published>2010-03-23T14:25:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-23T14:25:19.051+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The process</title><content type='html'>From the time since scrapped knees and teary tantrums were regulars to the routine life of an office-goer, I have learnt so many things. Today especially I am haunted by the words my mother told me when I was 16 when all that mattered were my friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Be careful not to get close to too many. Find the few and far between who stand the test of time like diamonds in the coal." I brisked it off thinking what mom was really saying is study more and hang out less with friends. Little did I know this would lead to many disasters in my life. But then these disasters have taught me so much and have made me realised while searching for the diamonds amidst the coal you do get your self stained black and suffer cuts and bruises along the way. But as my grandpa always said - "we are all sculptures and the trials of life chip away the unwanted parts of our life and we stand in the end a beautiful sculpture of God." The same was reinstated in my being when I got to know God and I turned from being an atheist witch practitioner to God fearing Christ loving, Bible believing spiritual being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in other words the people that hurt me, I can turn back to them and thank them. And moreover cherish those who stuck by with me through all these years. Sure we had fall outs, but the coming back confirmed a strong bond. I am also reminded about this line from the Bible in Proverbs (a wisdom filled chapter) it says in Proverbs 27:6 - 'Faithful are the wounds of a friend, But the kisses of an enemy are deceitful.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So friends hurt us, maybe they say things we don't like, but we should appreciate what they are saying if it helps us. But beware in your choice of calling someone friend, because the person may most likely be an enemy if she/he has hidden motives behind what they are telling you. As years have passed by I have realised the importance of testing relationships and getting rid of the ones that pull me down like excess baggage.. Everyone has known me to be forgiving and someone you can always run back to when you want. Well here's some news people, you can run back whenever you want and yes I will forgive, but your place in my life would be secondary and the trust, love and respect I probably had for you a few days, months or even years ago would be much less. I may be forgiving, but I am not foolish. In college was known to be the 'sweet' girl and even taken advantage of willingly and quite knowledgeably, but I have evolved as an adult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past one year has been evident of that and I have shocked myself. I have learnt that I am sensitive to the core yet strong and in-charge of my emotions (discovered I could successfully numb myself down and smile even when all I really feel like doing is to curl up and cry like a little baby). Another thing I realised is bitterness is something we all deal with is an area that has to be dealt with not ignored and left in a corner to pile on one after another. The piling up of bitterness finally culminates into something I call a potential-eruptive-volcano ala emotions. Once we learn to look beyond bitterness (something I'm still coping with) there's a freedom and growth that heals away the wounds of our soul. I have accomplished this only by the grace of God and in my conversations with Him, realised how to let go. To be honest there are two people in my life that I have so much bitterness towards that it feels impossible to let go off. So much so I get frustrated with myself sometimes. But then I realised the hurt they have caused me has sculpted me in such a way that I am able to deal with certain things better than most people. So yeay!! bring on the chipping process my dear God.. It's in your plan and process of making me close to perfect, so that all that's human may know about a living God working in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-3103653182521814429?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/3103653182521814429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=3103653182521814429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/3103653182521814429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/3103653182521814429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/process.html' title='The process'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-3233524052138079714</id><published>2010-03-16T16:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-16T16:49:54.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Separating the distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The sky and earth met at the horizon, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a beautiful, wonderful collision!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then came the stars to sparkle the time,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The flowers bloomed and it all did rhyme.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The twilight explained the mirth of the moment,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With red and orange, a shout of joy was lent,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A gasp of wonder at the vastness of space,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;If only I could have you here, to see your face.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calm your heart ‘cause soon the one you long for will be in your arms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Calm your mind ‘cause soon everyone be used to it, no alarms.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Breathe with me; let’s go, nice and slow,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;As time goes by, our love will grow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now the darkness of the night is here, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your far, I realise, I am filled with fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need you to lie right here beside me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just to hear you breathe, just to be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Close enough to hear your heart beat,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I can rise from weakness to my feet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know you feel the fear and the darkness too,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You're scared, but remember our love is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-3233524052138079714?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/3233524052138079714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=3233524052138079714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/3233524052138079714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/3233524052138079714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-sky-and-earth-meet.html' title='Separating the distance'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-1505538404173361048</id><published>2010-03-12T19:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-12T19:59:54.314+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Annabelle &amp; Blake I</title><content type='html'>Lady Annabelle and Sir Blake,&lt;br /&gt;Their love is beautiful, not fake.&lt;br /&gt;In a world where tongues are knives,&lt;br /&gt;And people do not value their lives,&lt;br /&gt;They found each other not to let go,&lt;br /&gt;A promise so strong, time will show,&lt;br /&gt;Blake do not distrust your lady,&lt;br /&gt;Her heart beats for you only.&lt;br /&gt;Annabelle do not lose your head&lt;br /&gt;He is true about the promises said.&lt;br /&gt;Love so strong, yet still to connect,&lt;br /&gt;Love in dreams, cooked by intellect,&lt;br /&gt;But so real, more than reality,&lt;br /&gt;Hang on you both are meant to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-1505538404173361048?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/1505538404173361048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=1505538404173361048&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/1505538404173361048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/1505538404173361048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/annabelle-blake-i.html' title='Annabelle &amp; Blake I'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-656680074394276267</id><published>2010-03-05T16:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-05T16:07:02.446+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S5DerXGyjZI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WKXCOHFcZbc/s1600-h/friesian-snow-painting-th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="175" kt="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S5DerXGyjZI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WKXCOHFcZbc/s200/friesian-snow-painting-th.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to reach out to a love that blood bound,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to reach out to my roots from lost to found,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But it was not in the plan to allow me to go,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wonder why, but I have no clue, really don't know.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then in the cold darkness of loss a till calm voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I have to hear, He is my master, I have no choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He calmly says trust me she's safe with me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No more pain, sickness, longing nor misery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A beautiful promise, now the tears are dry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Comfort words make sure I'm strong when I cry &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A sunset on earth is a sunrise in heaven, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now I am coping seven times seven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-656680074394276267?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/656680074394276267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=656680074394276267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/656680074394276267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/656680074394276267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/03/hope.html' title='The hope'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S5DerXGyjZI/AAAAAAAAA2I/WKXCOHFcZbc/s72-c/friesian-snow-painting-th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-8484497303371457548</id><published>2010-02-27T11:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T11:50:25.736+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Soothing my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S4i47qs4vrI/AAAAAAAAA2A/j2vjcVgDCNM/s1600-h/guitar-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" kt="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S4i47qs4vrI/AAAAAAAAA2A/j2vjcVgDCNM/s200/guitar-2.jpg" width="189" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My Seraphim on his harp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;What a sight to behold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart was cut so sharp&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The night was coldest cold&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the music he played for me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A mixed emotion of tear and glee&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He played on till he saw me smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He promises to stay on the long mile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Even more unto eternity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God has truly blessed me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-8484497303371457548?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/8484497303371457548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=8484497303371457548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/8484497303371457548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/8484497303371457548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-seraphim-on-his-harp-what-sight-to.html' title='Soothing my heart'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S4i47qs4vrI/AAAAAAAAA2A/j2vjcVgDCNM/s72-c/guitar-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-1837625822606716353</id><published>2010-02-24T14:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-24T14:11:17.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Calming the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S4TmFO1LgsI/AAAAAAAAA14/q4JSE6YUF9o/s1600-h/black+horse.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S4TmFO1LgsI/AAAAAAAAA14/q4JSE6YUF9o/s400/black+horse.jpg" width="290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Suddenly the storm turned to a cyclone,&lt;br /&gt;And the tornadoes made my skies dark.&lt;br /&gt;I almost thought I was all alone,&lt;br /&gt;The air started to bite like a shark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard your voice from afar,&lt;br /&gt;Felt your embrace surround me,&lt;br /&gt;You saved me from becoming char,&lt;br /&gt;In your arms I was meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God sent you're definitely not a chance,&lt;br /&gt;You're not a coincidence, an&amp;nbsp; accident,&lt;br /&gt;You're for whom I saved the last dance.&lt;br /&gt;This had to be, it was completely meant.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-1837625822606716353?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/1837625822606716353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=1837625822606716353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/1837625822606716353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/1837625822606716353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/02/calming-storm.html' title='Calming the storm'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S4TmFO1LgsI/AAAAAAAAA14/q4JSE6YUF9o/s72-c/black+horse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-427566096481200982</id><published>2010-02-20T16:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-20T16:03:07.695+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You, me and the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-55UisoYI/AAAAAAAAA0s/lubUul4SFuI/s1600-h/Solitude+Horse+Night.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="252" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-55UisoYI/AAAAAAAAA0s/lubUul4SFuI/s400/Solitude+Horse+Night.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;These days the stars shine so bright, &lt;br /&gt;It's you and me, no one else at night.&lt;br /&gt;You speak words, and sometimes its silent,&lt;br /&gt;You calm my heart down when it gets violent&lt;br /&gt;Its almost like I'm sleeping right beside you&lt;br /&gt;Everyday the same yet each day is so new&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the day when its no more a dream&lt;br /&gt;When I truly have you in my arms, my light beam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-427566096481200982?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/427566096481200982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=427566096481200982&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/427566096481200982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/427566096481200982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/02/these-days-stars-shine-so-bright-its.html' title='You, me and the night'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-55UisoYI/AAAAAAAAA0s/lubUul4SFuI/s72-c/Solitude+Horse+Night.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-7582585555567157978</id><published>2010-02-19T14:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:35:33.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Q &amp; A</title><content type='html'>Something really beautiful has happened to me. I really can't put it in words. I don't think words from any language, but the heavenly one could describe what I feel. It's not just the way I feel, it's about how everything just automatically falls in place. Now my past seems to have a pattern, that was all developing into what this is today. I have no regrets of the past anymore. I have learned. And all I have learned I'm going to use to make this new turn in my life work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying I have no fears and I have no issues, I am saying I found&amp;nbsp;someone with whom&amp;nbsp;I will make it through. So far its been an awesome two weeks. People say its too soon to say. But I say never ever felt this sure about anything. The best part its mutual. Life's situations, the outlook on life, the way we deal with things are all a perfect match. The music and art flowing out of him,&amp;nbsp;is jsut so beautiful to me, it makes my life so gorgeous.&amp;nbsp;I don't know how long I have on earth, but I thank him for making one of the most difficult moments of my life beautiful. Most of all thank God for him. This is not a consequence, an accident, a mistake. This was meant to be. He is my Questy and I am his Azee (Q &amp;amp; A). :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(C) Rita Ghose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-7582585555567157978?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/7582585555567157978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=7582585555567157978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/7582585555567157978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/7582585555567157978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/02/q.html' title='Q &amp; A'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-1565433845413011818</id><published>2010-02-17T00:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:35:06.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The longing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S35S65W_fXI/AAAAAAAAA0I/5Sjwao3KPvI/s1600-h/desires_th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S35S65W_fXI/AAAAAAAAA0I/5Sjwao3KPvI/s200/desires_th.jpg" width="167" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is this price I have to pay?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Words are heavy don't know what to say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the wind brushes by my face,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Its like your caress,&amp;nbsp;you sitting next to my space.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And as we sit amongst the galaxies,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your my star, the only one&amp;nbsp;I want to please.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would do anything just to hear your voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But in such circumstance, there's no choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Thousand faces, encircle, they surround me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But my seraphim, yours is the only one&amp;nbsp;I want to see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Take my hand love, lets leave everything behind,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I don't want to reason, think, or use my mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I just want you here by my side, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forever in your heart to abide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This weird distance really kills me inside out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Im so restless, want to let go an endless shout&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) Rita Ghose&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/25012050-1565433845413011818?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/1565433845413011818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=1565433845413011818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/1565433845413011818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/1565433845413011818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/02/longing.html' title='The longing'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S35S65W_fXI/AAAAAAAAA0I/5Sjwao3KPvI/s72-c/desires_th.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-2692979769774154693</id><published>2010-02-16T19:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:28:28.590+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Angie's rhyme on my feelings</title><content type='html'>It's been two days and I've really been restless... My only true solace has been Angie who patiently listened to my anguish.. She took liberty of expressing this in a poem.. The one that is published below.. Love you for this Angie and for your soothing words, without which I probably would have turned pscyho... Thanks for understanding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S35SlTGhtbI/AAAAAAAAA0A/KHZ9NSkF_sY/s1600-h/dreamer-th.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="153" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S35SlTGhtbI/AAAAAAAAA0A/KHZ9NSkF_sY/s200/dreamer-th.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;I miss you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the rain tumbles down on me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The drops gently kissing my lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When moist pearls of dew glimmer in the morning light,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I feel their sweetness on my fingertips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When the moon casts its silver spell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;On my lonely heart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When two doves twitter to each other,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Promises to never be apart,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss your arms around me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss your caress, your smile, your touch,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss the way you say my name,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I miss you... so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;-- (C) Angie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-2692979769774154693?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/2692979769774154693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=2692979769774154693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/2692979769774154693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Paul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A few weeks ago came across a warm smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A connection that got us talking in a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A woman so magnificent in strength&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Yet her compassion goes beyond length&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;All I can say proud to be a sister, a friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Knowing her each day is new, a joy no end&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It was meant to be since the first day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A special blessing upon her I pray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;She makes my day, and as passes by time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope she will always remember this rhyme&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Cos she is truly a woman so special and unique&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hope she knows I'm there when things go bleak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(C) Rita Ghose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-8212737206027925944?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/8212737206027925944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=8212737206027925944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/8212737206027925944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ct="true" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3kFTTzVb0I/AAAAAAAAAzo/r3Y6WQYzOgo/s400/darkknightofthesoul.jpg" width="306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I closed my eyes, this time I pictured you running away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But then I remind myself that you promised to always stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Like weapons these thoughts piercing as arrows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Suddenly my sunny day are full of dark shadows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I fight against my mind, because I know you're true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;My mind is a battlefield, but don't worry, I trust you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;The past mocks me, says I never learn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Says I will surely be tortured and burn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;But I really don't have concern for myself anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;I have surrendered myself to you, the one I adore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Your the most precious, I can't afford to lose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;Given the chance again, it's still you I'd choose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(C) Rita Ghose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/25012050-230984663179416491?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/230984663179416491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=230984663179416491&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/230984663179416491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Worth the wait</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tried to reach out,&amp;nbsp;there was&amp;nbsp;no one around,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;was alone,&amp;nbsp;there was not a pindrop sound.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I used to shiver in the dark, then you calmed me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;For the first time after long someone sees what I see.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Your one of a kind, for you there's no category,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But as always something falls short and can't be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So what do we do, where do we go from here,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's worth the effort, let's kill the dreaded fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No one knows what the future can hold,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Good or bad, its a mystery to unfold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But why think of the future and past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When today is a long day to last?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-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/25012050-6434350000257238334?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/6434350000257238334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=6434350000257238334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6434350000257238334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/6434350000257238334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/02/worth-wait.html' title='Worth the wait'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-2364276569952521752</id><published>2010-02-03T16:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:42:50.006+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No breaks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just when you think of taking breaks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Breathe! life will be raising the stakes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am done with one task then comes ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Conquer the eiffel, awaits you is the Big Ben&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But why complain and fret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This is the only life you get&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fish never stop swimming till death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So back to work after catching a breath&lt;br /&gt;(c) Rita Ghose&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/25012050-2364276569952521752?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/2364276569952521752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=2364276569952521752&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/2364276569952521752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/2364276569952521752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-breaks.html' title='No breaks!!'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-8783066209248937995</id><published>2010-01-14T23:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:04:37.450+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Cut it out</title><content type='html'>Your rooted inside me&lt;br /&gt;You just won't let me be&lt;br /&gt;So I take a knife to cut you right out&lt;br /&gt;You scream in pain, you give a shout&lt;br /&gt;I have no mercy left&lt;br /&gt;You're charged with theft&lt;br /&gt;You stole my trust in humanity&lt;br /&gt;You tortured me now let me free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-8783066209248937995?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/8783066209248937995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=8783066209248937995&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/8783066209248937995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/8783066209248937995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/01/cut-it-out.html' title='Cut it out'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-7778138887048415201</id><published>2010-01-14T23:48:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-14T23:49:24.287+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Virtual dating</title><content type='html'>Something so simple yet so advanced hit me in the face today...&lt;br /&gt;Technology has taken over every aspect of our lives.. Yeh sure we get&lt;br /&gt;technology to do almost anything even automatically flush our toilets,&lt;br /&gt;but now it's entered our social scene. No, I am in no ways referring&lt;br /&gt;to social networking sites. Just imagine dating yet your date isn't&lt;br /&gt;even in the same country as you...&lt;br /&gt;Well it happened on this very day... from South to South East Asia..&lt;br /&gt;One coffee shop in a mall to another coffee shop in a city suburb..&lt;br /&gt;Wireless internet connection and laptops to aid.. Two people&lt;br /&gt;connected on a completely different level.&lt;br /&gt;One evening after about a year of knowing each other as virtual&lt;br /&gt;friends, they decided why not try a virtual date. They would be seeing&lt;br /&gt;each other for the first time but on webcam. So the time was fixed and&lt;br /&gt;the venues as well. There they were coffees in each other's hand and&lt;br /&gt;time passed them by and they didn't even know it. The result a perfect&lt;br /&gt;date. No complications as simple as ABC. Ill give it a try sometime...&lt;br /&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-7778138887048415201?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/7778138887048415201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=7778138887048415201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/7778138887048415201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/7778138887048415201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2010/01/virtual-dating.html' title='Virtual dating'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-8285083321811594305</id><published>2009-02-07T03:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-10T07:22:34.438+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Move to Mumbai: Initial fears</title><content type='html'>It was January 1997, a misty start of my life and the first time I experienced the death of someone I was really attached to. Moreover, as the story of my life went it was time to shift countries, wherever dad's job would take us. But this time it meant coming home to my country, India. A little bit of apprehension of the change from NRI to &lt;em&gt;pukka&lt;/em&gt; (term used to mean complete) Indian set in. I studied Hindi from the CBSE board, but couldn't speak a word fluently.. lol although i always scored well in Hindi (not boasting but around 90 per cent)...&lt;br /&gt;There I was clueless, about how I would fit in.. No more malls, game arcades, white sand beaches, drives down the desert and most of all no more the luxury of my own room, where I spent most of the day listening and dancing to music. As I took down my posters of favourite actors and musicians from my wall, I suddenly felt like I wanted to stay... But it wasn't a choice left to me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-8285083321811594305?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/8285083321811594305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=8285083321811594305&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/8285083321811594305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/8285083321811594305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2009/02/move-to-mumbai.html' title='Move to Mumbai: Initial fears'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-7132719439973190274</id><published>2009-02-06T00:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-06T04:15:38.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bitter oneness</title><content type='html'>Relationships seem to be the root of bitterness&lt;br /&gt;Expectations blossom from that type of oneness&lt;br /&gt;Why fight wars when you can prevent it all?&lt;br /&gt;Just choose to be alone, take a tough call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-7132719439973190274?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/7132719439973190274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=7132719439973190274&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/7132719439973190274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/7132719439973190274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2009/02/bitter-oneness.html' title='Bitter oneness'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-5336380911638367520</id><published>2009-02-02T20:32:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-02T20:54:06.350+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally.. Im loving it with no inhibitions</title><content type='html'>Today I finally got the time to write something in this blog of mine, which I started with much passion and determination to keep alive. Now that I have caught my breath and just before I am caught up in the rat race again.. There are a few things I want to get off my chest. The main thing I have done today is answer to myself... Do I want to remain a journalist?&lt;br /&gt;So far in a nutshell I have had people advice me: Do your MBA, you will earn money… Get married and join a magazine, where its 9 to 5 most days... Become a teacher, you love kids nah? … Go study abroad it will give you some time to think about what you want to do...&lt;br /&gt;I just kept listening on everyone’s advice and even heard someone say, all failures land up as journalists… Hmm.. yeah but isn’t failure the stepping stone to success? Well honestly leaving the stress factor aside and the fact that I have now officially become a stranger to my family, a few friends and even my boyfriend – I LOVE BEING A REPORTER.. I fought for it for two years against people saying I could never be one.. sighs… The same group of people have come up to me and said, I proved them wrong.. Well so I am not a failure after all… J As for my personal life I figured I need to be more organized… Well that will take me some time.. But now for me to turn back would be the toughest thing as I am addicted to reporting… crimes, controversies, the power of information, the thrill of breaking news and knowing things first hand, the fact of people believing what I have to say… I guess its time to stop blaming my profession and taking up the challenge.. As of today I was also promised understanding from those a part of my inner circle.. What more do I need.. As for my family.. they are my family not out of choice and will have to be for the rest of their lives…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-5336380911638367520?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/5336380911638367520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=5336380911638367520&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/5336380911638367520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/5336380911638367520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-im-loving-it-with-no.html' title='Finally.. Im loving it with no inhibitions'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-3768969314062728555</id><published>2008-09-03T17:19:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-03T17:51:13.478+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I can see what's in your darkness</title><content type='html'>There you go again&lt;br /&gt;Down darkness lane&lt;br /&gt;You don't realise&lt;br /&gt;I can see and despise&lt;br /&gt;All that your trying to hide&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Reality will show&lt;br /&gt;Even when you don't know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-3768969314062728555?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/3768969314062728555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=3768969314062728555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/3768969314062728555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/3768969314062728555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-can-see-whats-in-your-darkness.html' title='I can see what&apos;s in your darkness'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-4118476230256885730</id><published>2008-03-03T00:07:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-03-03T00:35:47.447+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Save her</title><content type='html'>She wanted to love like there was no limit. She wanted to love and be loved in return. But as she transformed into a lady from a little girl, the assurance of finding this love only remained a dream or a hope. The kind of dream that leads one to buy more lottery tickets than one can afford and in the end, land up broke and in debt. That was her story. Broken-hearted and lost that's what summed up what she was until that one day, when enough was really too much.&lt;br /&gt;There she was with those dreamy eyes filled with emotion during that quiet moment at the beach. When suddenly she gave up. She cried out every bit of what was in her and decided to embrace what was in her reach. The fear of landing up a lonely woman with nothing left, but the birds, trees and animals to talk to, led her to what seemed practical and not what she really dreamed of. If all the glass panes in the world broke all at the same time, the sound would be of a magnitude more than any human ear could bear. Her heartbreak was so deep and so big that it was too heavy for anyone to bear. She knew it and she swallowed a ball of saliva and took in a big sigh and told herself, "Grow up girl, face the real world. It is not a fairytale."&lt;br /&gt;As she rose up and walked away from her solitude, she promised never to sit alone and think about her dream. She silenced her mind every time it wondered. She buried herself in work and other cares of the world. People turned and pointed. They called her names, they called her a crazy workaholic, a heartless ice maiden and even a freak of nature. But no one, not a single one gave her a second thought or ever really knew her.&lt;br /&gt;The ice-maiden accepted whatever came her way. Half-love, half-life, half-a-man, half-a-marriage which came with more than full pain, full hurt, full betrayal and an illusion that was far from who she really was or used to be.&lt;br /&gt; Save her. Look around you and you will find her in some woman or another. Don't betray her. Don't shatter her dreams. Understand that deep inside she dreams like when she was just 9-years old for a prince charming. Don't give her illusions of the one unless you are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-4118476230256885730?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/4118476230256885730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=4118476230256885730&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/4118476230256885730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/4118476230256885730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2008/03/save-her.html' title='Save her'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-669263074693911038</id><published>2008-01-31T23:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-31T23:42:46.460+05:30</updated><title type='text'>HMmmmmm</title><content type='html'>Here I am now I let it all go,&lt;br /&gt;The consequences, I reallly don't know,&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly feel so light, but alive no more,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is right but my chin is up high,&lt;br /&gt;But something is missing far from nigh,&lt;br /&gt;Hope within trudges me on the way,&lt;br /&gt;A feeling to smile come what may,&lt;br /&gt;Someday I will have you again my love,&lt;br /&gt;Trusting this with faith in the one above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----- Ritz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-669263074693911038?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/669263074693911038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=669263074693911038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/669263074693911038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/669263074693911038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2008/01/hmmmmmm.html' title='HMmmmmm'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-190373101559184549</id><published>2007-10-31T23:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-31T23:33:06.769+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prayer of my heart</title><content type='html'>The feelings inside prompt me to write songs&lt;br /&gt;Songs of brokeness and all that my heart longs&lt;br /&gt;Hopes and dreams seemed close but are now far away&lt;br /&gt;Lord give me strength to get up and live each day&lt;br /&gt;I could allow myself to roll in pity&lt;br /&gt;But Lord not with you by me&lt;br /&gt;I choose to be strong in you&lt;br /&gt;Praise you in all I do&lt;br /&gt;Without your love Lord I'd be dead&lt;br /&gt;Please comfort me like you said&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for the times I wasn't hearing your still calm voice&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for going astray and making my own wrong choice&lt;br /&gt;In your mercy forgive me&lt;br /&gt;Redeem me, set me free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-190373101559184549?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/190373101559184549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=190373101559184549&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/190373101559184549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/190373101559184549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2007/10/prayer-of-my-heart.html' title='Prayer of my heart'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-8635276557113557787</id><published>2007-07-10T13:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-10T13:26:56.028+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>QUESTIONS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Whats the point in you saying I’m beautiful when you make me feel ugly?&lt;br /&gt;Whats the point in the time and effort, when your not sure exactly?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I give you surety of the future when you say you can do without me?&lt;br /&gt;Why should I not look for greener pastures when you look at every pasture around?&lt;br /&gt;How should I cope and control my emotions when all you do is provoke me to wits end?&lt;br /&gt;How can you expect me to be secure and stable when you yourself are not really sure?&lt;br /&gt;When I gave you my all you threw it back to me.&lt;br /&gt;When I need you never really can make it.&lt;br /&gt;Where am I to go for refuge?&lt;br /&gt;Where can I search solace?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Questions that I had within me that were already there before you now seem simpler&lt;br /&gt;Now everything’s more complicated. You said everything will be ok&lt;br /&gt;Was that a line from some movie you picked up?&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/25012050-8635276557113557787?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/8635276557113557787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=8635276557113557787&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/8635276557113557787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/8635276557113557787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2007/07/questions.html' title='QUESTIONS'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-2264642813565096896</id><published>2007-07-03T01:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-21T16:57:23.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>PUBLISHED IN JAN 2006</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Domestic Airport Suffers Congestion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chaos prevailed at the domestic terminals at Santacruz on Tuesday as most of the flights, both incoming and outgoing, were running behind schedule putting hundreds of passengers and their relatives to great inconvenience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though no tangible reason was given by the concerned airlines it was learned that the worst hit were Air Deccan, Indian Airlines, Jet Airways and Kingfisher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the board of the Arrivals at Mumbai was checked on 9th January between 12pm and 3pm it was observed that only about 5 % flights were on time. Deccan Airways flight DN-763 from Bangalore was delayed by more than 2 hours. The Indian Airlines flight IC-165 expected at 9:55 landed at 13:20 and IC-166 from Kochi which was expected at 12:00 landed at 13:25. Jet Airways Flight 9W-350 from Vadodara was delayed by 40 minutes while 9W-328 from Ahmedabad was delayed by 30 minutes. Those flying by Kingfisher Airlines experienced delays of 45 minutes on a flight IT-106 from Bangalore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marina Rosario, Housewife, said, "My husband is a frequent flyer and travels at least three times a week by flight. Delays are such an expected thing and it is a real harassment to passengers. The delays of 10-15 minutes are all fine but more than that it gets unbearable. People who have to be in time for conferences face so many problems because of this."&lt;br /&gt;People who come to receive their loved ones at airports sometimes would have to wait for hours with no confirmation on what time the flights would actually land. A little bad weather spells out major inconvenience to passengers and flights get delayed for more than 3 hours or cancelled, one of the recent examples being the foggy weather in Delhi.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Girish Nair, Medical Doctor and frequent flyer, said, "It is really detestable how so many flights get delayed on a regular basis every single day and nothing is being done about it. I had studied my medicine about 20 years ago from Moscow and back then come fog or snow flights would at most get delayed by 15 minutes and not more. Here we are in the 21 century with modern technology but people have to bear with flights being delayed by an hour and sometimes even more. Personally I feel the number of flights should be decreased or the landing space should be increased. Instead of beautifying the airports something just has to be done about the flight delays."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Brig. Chowdhary, Retired Army Office, said, "The Airport is like a railway station with people waiting hours for flights to come in. The flight I am waiting for was supposed to land at, but God only knows when it will arrive."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Himadri Katharani, Businesswoman, said, "About half an hour has past since I have been waiting for my niece at the airport. Her flight was to land at \n13:45 but no signs of her yet. The automated real time system said the flight would land at about 14:05 while the live operator said it is supposed to have landed at 14:10."&lt;br /&gt;People who come to receive their loved ones at airports sometimes would have to wait for hours with no confirmation on what time the flights would actually land. A little bad weather spells out major inconvenience to passengers and flights get delayed for more than 3 hours or cancelled, one of the recent examples being the foggy weather in Delhi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most people feel that something should be done about this air traffic congestion. They feel that more focus should be put on the handling of air traffic rather than on other issues that different authorities concerned with this airport are more focused on. Mumbai Airport continues to cry out as it is unable to cope with the ever growing air traffic.&lt;br /&gt;Most people feel that something should be done about this air traffic congestion. They feel that more focus should be put on the handling of air traffic rather than on other issues that different authorities concerned with this airport are more focused on. This Mumbai Airport continues to cry out as it is unable to cope with the ever growing air traffic.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-2264642813565096896?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/2264642813565096896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=2264642813565096896&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/2264642813565096896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/2264642813565096896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2007/07/published-in-jan-2006.html' title='PUBLISHED IN JAN 2006'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-3371387206352708788</id><published>2007-02-16T19:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-16T19:44:57.430+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When Liars Lie</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;When liars lie&lt;br /&gt;The others die&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could fly&lt;br /&gt;But all I can do is cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When liars lie&lt;br /&gt;For them its a piece of pie&lt;br /&gt;But what good is their try&lt;br /&gt;Just to deceive those nigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When liars lie&lt;br /&gt;They try to deny&lt;br /&gt;The truth they defy&lt;br /&gt;I just cant understand why&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-3371387206352708788?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/3371387206352708788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=3371387206352708788&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/3371387206352708788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/3371387206352708788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2007/02/when-liars-lie.html' title='When Liars Lie'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-4464823305250333478</id><published>2007-02-06T17:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-06T20:07:58.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The cookie : My life</title><content type='html'>I feel like the cookie is crumbling again&lt;br /&gt;The cookie is really overbaked and tough&lt;br /&gt;The cookie is totally driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;But thats the way God made it, quiet rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cookie has many flavours rolled in one&lt;br /&gt;I could never be bored cause it takes me places&lt;br /&gt;Only God knows when the cookie will finally be done&lt;br /&gt;I dont know if it ends will behind it leave any traces&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-4464823305250333478?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/4464823305250333478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=4464823305250333478&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/4464823305250333478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/4464823305250333478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2007/02/cookie-my-life.html' title='The cookie : My life'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-730168151634692094</id><published>2007-02-05T20:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T20:57:31.228+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ice Man</title><content type='html'>Mr Ice man your touch has frozen &lt;br /&gt;Your heart beats no more&lt;br /&gt;Your emotions cooling off by the dozen&lt;br /&gt;Here I lay as it hurts doubling by four&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I call to tell you but the ice chokes me&lt;br /&gt;I reach out to warm the inner parts of you&lt;br /&gt;I try to open my eyes but the frost doesnt let me see&lt;br /&gt;Theres absolutely nothing to do but lay blue&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Hey ice man I hold on tight as the icicles pierce&lt;br /&gt;I ask why but nobody answers me, im alone&lt;br /&gt;The wind rages on, the cold gets even more fierce&lt;br /&gt;Here I try against all odds not to freeze into stone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-730168151634692094?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/730168151634692094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=730168151634692094&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/730168151634692094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/730168151634692094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2007/02/ice-man.html' title='Ice Man'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-115989374699172210</id><published>2006-10-03T22:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:09:59.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Toast to my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Close to my dreams yet not near&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Building courage against all fear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Learning that change is only constant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The goals to achieve are very distant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Making eveyones smile dawn first&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Awaiting the day for my joy outburst&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Not giving up no matter what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Going to try till I hit jackpot&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/25012050-115989374699172210?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/115989374699172210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=115989374699172210&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/115989374699172210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/115989374699172210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/10/toast-to-my-dreams.html' title='Toast to my dreams'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-115865333717688598</id><published>2006-09-19T13:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-10-31T14:28:22.536+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When your eyes reached out to mine&lt;br /&gt;When our souls began to twine&lt;br /&gt;When my heart began to beat with thine&lt;br /&gt;When you made everything fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the skies were grey no more&lt;br /&gt;When I had no idea what was in store&lt;br /&gt;When I had fallen despite efforts to ignore&lt;br /&gt;When to love you opened the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all things sorted themselves so well&lt;br /&gt;When in my mind you began to dwell&lt;br /&gt;When all you said, in my heart rang a bell&lt;br /&gt;When all seemed to work out and gel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when I realised I could never love someone more than him&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/25012050-115865333717688598?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/115865333717688598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=115865333717688598&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/115865333717688598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/115865333717688598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/09/when.html' title='When'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-115687573922142792</id><published>2006-08-29T23:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:08:48.043+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How can one forget?...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1358/2606/1600/Scan10017.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1358/2606/320/Scan10017.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Words all that had to be said to reach out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Love that had to be shown and not hidden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreams that got buried along with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears i wish i could stop but nothing helps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughter that once gave life haunts me on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Memories sweet shattered along with the windshield&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Friendship that is paused till I breath my last here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Changes come with your absence are hard to accept&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Secrets only for you locked up in my heart untold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Wedding dress buried never to be worn at your wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Road to your funeral mass breaks me everytime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;Relief yet to be found , So help me God&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/25012050-115687573922142792?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/115687573922142792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=115687573922142792&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/115687573922142792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/115687573922142792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/08/how-can-one-forget_115687573922142792.html' title='How can one forget?...'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-115169989375735292</id><published>2006-07-01T01:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-01T02:08:13.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Day Aboard the Good Shepherd Ambulance</title><content type='html'>It was 7am and Amol ‘Bhaiya’ (meaning brother) as kids would call him, got the engine of the ambulance started and made his 2-hour journey to V.T. (Victoria Terminus) all the way from the Panvel Center.&lt;br /&gt;Once he reached a place near a familiar slum, he parked the ambulance and looked out for street and slum children. Some of them who have grown familiar with Amol run from every corner, all set to spend a day at the Panvel center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I helped gather the children, I found this little boy asleep right in the middle of the footpath. We tried to wake him up but he couldn’t even lift his body. He was totally high on some sniffing solvent. Amol who is very experienced with street kids told me something very unfortunate. He said that these children could get hold of these solvents at a very cheap price and would rather indulge in these hallucinogens than eat a proper meal. This is not the story of just one child but of many children who live on the streets and in the slums of India.&lt;br /&gt;Before we took off with the children, we checked if they had any kind of injuries that required our immediate attention. We also saw if they were in need of any clothing. After assessing the kids we bought the supplies, which were needed and treated their injuries. The kids, who visited the center before, encouraged the first timers and made them familiar with the routine. They were all excited to go to the Panvel center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as we arrived at the Panvel center, we got the children ready for a bath and gave them each a brush, towel and a bar of soap. Most of them played games, while the rest were bathing. They went to bathe happily taking turns. The staff people also joined the children in their games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;After the boys settled down with a pair of new clothes, hunger pangs started to set in. A strong and lovely smell of vegetable curry made the children get ready to eat a delicious meal. They sat in line waiting eagerly. We all gave a little prayer of thanks before the meal was served and then the children got set to feast upon a filling and wholesome meal. The type of meal which most of them don’t get for weeks at hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-115169989375735292?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/115169989375735292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=115169989375735292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/115169989375735292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/115169989375735292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-aboard-good-shepherd-ambulance.html' title='A Day Aboard the Good Shepherd Ambulance'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-115168186855068110</id><published>2006-06-30T21:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-06-30T23:10:29.950+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Rag Story:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A nameless child ravages through his treasure to find enough to help him get one meal for the day. A treasure that is everyone else’s trash. If this treasure doesn’t suffice for the day the child polishes shoes, washes cars, sells lottery tickets or newspapers, carries luggage for hotel guests and helps at construction sites or garages. It’s even worse for the child if it is a girl. Girls are only forced into prostitution and face being victimized as sexual exploits everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nameless child is nothing but the face of millions of children working as ragpickers. They labour from the tender age of 2 or 3 and remain in the trade for as long as they can breath on the land. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day these children arise at dawn and start their daily routine. They carry heavy gunny bags to collect rubbish, while children their age carry bags of books to school. At the other end of the roadside they can see many children traveling a few kilometers to reach school by bus or train, while they mostly walk barefoot over 20 kilometers a day. These children are clothed with uniforms made of cloth, which is filthy, tattered, ill fitting, and wholly inadequate for protection especially, when the weather is wet and cold. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They compete with stray animals and cattle for recyclable garbage like paper, plastic, bottles, bones, metals and rotting discarded food thrown out by households and railway passengers. They collect and sort out this garbage with their bare hands and fill their bags. If they are able to make good earnings of the trash they rush to the nearest roadside eatery just to fill their little tummies. On the other hand if the earnings don’t amount to much then they resort to other means of earning, which is mostly stealing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So who buys the trash from them? The answer is regular scrap dealers who give a tiny fee for the loot the children collect. This fee is a meager payment and most of the times these kids go hungry for days. Life is of little value for them and they get into bad habits that seem to give them momentary bliss. Alcohol, drugs and other hallucinogens become their trusted friends. They also frequently get into fights and face dangers that threaten their life daily. Fatal Diseases are never far away. The nights pose as an even greater peril for them as they are physically, mentally and even sexually abused. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In society these children are tagged as antisocial elements, an embarrassment to the community, and unfit to live. Society doesn’t understand that these children have this lifestyle forced onto them. They lack the basic needs that most of us enjoy, as they come from violent and broken homes where there is parental drunkenness, beatings, starvation and deprivation of security and love. Most of them are orphans fighting a daily battle to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;In a nutshell most children who are ragpickers are:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· Abused and exploited&lt;br /&gt;· Deprived: lacking job, money, food and shelter, they are forced into begging, thieving, drug peddling, pimping, and prostitution&lt;br /&gt;· Regarded as juvenile delinquents and antisocial elements, they are often falsely accused of crimes and sent to secure homes of correction, or worse, put into adult prisons&lt;br /&gt;· Engaged in gambling, a popular pastime on the street&lt;br /&gt;· Denied education&lt;br /&gt;· Cut off from parental influence and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The main antisocial habits among these children are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;· They are involved with drugs, alcohol, smoking, gambling, and unhealthy sexual habits.&lt;br /&gt;· Since their income is less than their expenses, due to bad habits, they are perpetual debtors to the retail scrap dealers.&lt;br /&gt;· They participate in stealing, street-fighting, and delinquent activities.&lt;br /&gt;· Dirty, they are unwelcome guests at weddings, social gatherings, and shopping zones.&lt;br /&gt;· They are physically vulnerable to health problems and infectious skin diseases.&lt;br /&gt;· They are victimized socially through poverty, illiteracy, and rejection.&lt;br /&gt;· With no facilities available for bathing or laundry, they are forced to live in filth and squalor.(They have no education in Personal Hygiene).&lt;br /&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/25012050-115168186855068110?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/115168186855068110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=115168186855068110&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/115168186855068110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/115168186855068110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/06/rag-story.html' title='The Rag Story:'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114797304291729693</id><published>2006-05-18T22:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-01T23:48:35.380+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lies and Liars</title><content type='html'>Why does it hurt when people lie? A question I was thinking about a lot today. Yes, somebody lied to me infact a many somebodies lately. Whats worse when you know that someone is lying to you and just goes on and on and on, without the slightest knowledge or notion that you might have already found their lies out.&lt;br /&gt;       First on you feel like a fool. Why? Oh well because the liar probably thought you were dumb enough to be lied to. He or she probably thought you were not smart enough to find out.Then you think no maybe thats not it. Its just that they think you trust them and you would never question them. Now this stage is very hard for you. It is hard because you end up feeling guilty. You start thinking - "I should've trusted him or her... Why did I have to find out that he or she has lied to me?" That's where I am at currently.&lt;br /&gt;      But wait a moment.... Why did he or she or they lie? How can he or she or they look me in the eyes and act like nothing is wrong. I love he, she and them but I am hurt. I just want to be on my own right now. What's better I am very far from he, she and them. All of them cant come to see me.... Isolation... Just me, my dog, my family (whom I can stay away from whenever I like), the stars and the moon at night, the sun at daytime, the birds, the insects and a few towns people whom I can just ignore.&lt;br /&gt;      Now I dread going back... I know I have to ... Should I lie and tell he, she and them I'm still out of town? Gees that would make me a liar too. So lies give birth to many lies and many more liars.... Stop lying!! For heavens sake just stop!!! God save me... Heal my aching heart...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114797304291729693?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114797304291729693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114797304291729693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114797304291729693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114797304291729693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/05/lies-and-liars.html' title='Lies and Liars'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114789815718445793</id><published>2006-05-18T02:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:14:41.620+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tomorrow never comes</title><content type='html'>A girl in love asked her boyfriend..&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "Tell me... who do you love most in this world?&lt;br /&gt;"Boy: "You, of course!"&lt;br /&gt;Girl: "In your heart, what am I to you?"&lt;br /&gt;Boy: The boy thought for a moment and looked intently in her eyes and said,"You are my rib. In the Bible, it was said that God saw that Adam was lonely, during his sleep; God took one of Adam's rib and created Eve. Every man has been searching for his missing rib, only when you find the woman of your life; you'll no longer feel the lingering ache in your heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After their wedding, the couple had a sweet and happy life for a while. However, the youthful couple began to drift apart due to the busy schedule of life and the never-ending worries of daily problems... their life became mundane. All the challenges posed by the harsh realities of life began to gnaw away their dreams and love for each other... The couple began to have more quarrels and each quarrel became more heated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, after the quarrel, the girl ran out of the house.... At the opposite side of the road, she shouted, You don't love me! The boy hated her childishness and out of impulse, retorted, Maybe, it was a mistake for us to be together! You were never my missing rib! Suddenly, she turned quiet and stood there for a long while.... He regretted what he said but words spoken are like thrown away water, you can never take it back. With tears, she went home to pack her things and was determined in breaking-up. Before she left the house, If I'm really not your missing rib, please letme go..... She continued, It is less painful this way...let us go on our separate ways and search for our own partners.&lt;br /&gt;Five years went by.... He never remarried but he had tried to find out about her life indirectly...... She had left the country and back.... She had married a foreigner and divorced..... He felt anguished that she never waited for him. In the dark and lonely night, he felt the lingering ache in his heart. He couldn't bring himself to admit that he was missing her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, they finally met.... At the airport, a place where there were many reunions and good-byes.... He was going away on a business trip. She was standing there alone, with just the security door separating them. She smiled at him gently.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: How are you?&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'm fine. How about you... Have you found your missing rib?&lt;br /&gt;Boy: No.&lt;br /&gt;Girl: I'll be flying to New York in the next flight.&lt;br /&gt;Boy: I'll be back in 2 weeks time. Give me a call when you are back...You know my number... Nothing has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a smile, she turned around and waved good-bye.. Good-bye. One week later, he heard of her death. She had perished in New York. In the event that shocked the world.. Midnight..... Once again,  like before, he felt the lingering ache in his heart.... He finally knew, she was the missing rib that he had carelessly broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, people say things out of moments of fury..... Most often than not, the outcome could be disastrous and detrimental.... We vent our frustrations 99% at our loved ones.... And even though we know that we ought to think twice and act wisely, it's often easier said than done. Things happen each day, many of which are beyond our control. Let us treasure every moment and everyone in our lives. Tomorrow may never come; give and accept what you have today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114789815718445793?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114789815718445793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114789815718445793&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114789815718445793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114789815718445793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/05/tomorrow-never-comes.html' title='Tomorrow never comes'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114642826942952005</id><published>2006-05-01T01:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-08-30T02:16:03.573+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Forever</title><content type='html'>You whispered Forever in my ear&lt;br /&gt;Heard others say that before dear&lt;br /&gt;They came in my life took my heart&lt;br /&gt;Stabbed it deep and tore it apart&lt;br /&gt;But forever sounds genuine from you&lt;br /&gt;When i look in your eyes, I see its true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114642826942952005?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114642826942952005/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114642826942952005&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114642826942952005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114642826942952005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/05/forever.html' title='Forever'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114564416024708671</id><published>2006-04-21T23:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-21T23:59:20.313+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Todays poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey what do you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Im smiling with a glow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whats goin on you ask&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ill tell you its not much a task&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just met the one who spoke to my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Who made me whole when I was apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The one who won me over inspite of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;he cut away all complications you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He treats me like I'm a woman, a princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Makes me feel beautiful, to him I'm priceless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We make each other fall deeper into our love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trust me, this is love created by the One above&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Whispering the need forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Never to leave just never&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A surest security&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;True embrace finally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Every moment cherished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life full and nourished&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114564416024708671?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114564416024708671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114564416024708671&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114564416024708671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114564416024708671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/04/todays-poem.html' title='Todays poem'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114484257228330118</id><published>2006-04-12T17:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-12T17:19:32.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Funny Commercials: Commodore 64 - $595#links</title><content type='html'>Hey guys i used to have one of these... dute lil comps... played games on them when i was about 5 years or so... was my bros comp which he would bully me and not let me use.. lol but today the comp is mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://funnycommercials.blogspot.com/2006/03/commodore-64-595.html#links"&gt;Funny Commercials: Commodore 64 - $595#links&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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$595#links'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114453032179202055</id><published>2006-04-09T02:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-09T02:35:21.800+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My true colour</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50649/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img height="115" alt="Take this test at Tickle" src="http://web.tickle.com/cv/50649/http://i.emode.com/color/images/orange_s.gif" width="120" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My true color is Orange!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50650/color/index.jsp?testname=colorogt&amp;amp;resultid=D" target="_blank"&gt;What's Your True Color?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brought to you by &lt;a href="http://web.tickle.com/rd/50631/" target="_blank"&gt;Tickle&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114453032179202055?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114453032179202055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114453032179202055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114453032179202055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114453032179202055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-true-colour.html' title='My true colour'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114452952339048606</id><published>2006-04-09T02:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-19T14:34:08.218+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One Stormy Moment 2 Years Ago</title><content type='html'>Its been quiet a few nights where its been really hard for me to sleep.... thoughts within me are just pounding at my door.. They scream for me to take the time and actually think about them.. Sometime ago I had a fight... I fought with someone I dedicated my life to.. someone who is more than just someone... He created me and I have His breath, the breath of life within me.... I was angry with Him .. angry for not letting things go my way... There are just some moments when you feel like you have lost everything and life is never going to be the same... well the truth I found is life will never be the same and I did loose something but not everything... I thought strength was found within yourself.. But the truth is God provides you with a little less within yourself so you dont stop depending on Him... He provides strength in many different ways.. He did give me that much I needed.. when i almost went to the pits He lifted me.. Thank you so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years back I lost something really precious... Something I will never have again... A friendship that was unique and a sister I am proud I had.. I miss her so much.. 2 years have gone sooo fast it seems like only yesterday that she was here .. laughin like a hyena giving me the most genuine and warm hugs I ever got from anyone... I don't regret losing her because I'm thankful that I had her in my life... we meet so many people everyday we hardly get to know them truly.. I'm glad that when our paths met we actually joined hands and walked the journey of life together for some time... I feel priviledged to be one who knew her deeply.. Someone whom she considered her - Chadi Buddy (lol)... Seems like only yesterday I called her and asked her to meet up with me... I don't regret anything more than I regret not having to tell her that I love her very much.. and that I'm sorry to have not let her known that she was precious to me.. I live with the hope that she already knew.. I stopped blaming myself for it.. cause if I did know what was going to happen I would've done all I could to let her know... I would've told her what she meant to me.. I would have one all those things we loved doing together.. laugh like no one was around.. talk our hearts out like there was no tomorrow.. Some people are priviledged enough to get that one last time with the one they love before that loved one passes away from this life.. I didn't get that chance... I have learnt one lesson in life through this.. is always make the people special to you truly know and feel they mean a lot to you.. smother them with love.. whats in it for you to loose? you'd only gain and prevent yourself from making the mistake I did... Love with no bounds.. smile with no end... cause you never know when bad days hit hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no complains.. But to be honest it still hurts... Everyday I still think about her.. Sometimes I forget about what happened 2 years ago.. close my eyes and think of those days waiting for her to come from her lectures... hanging out from the train like we used to or just searching for her in the carrom room.... so many memories.. She maybe asleep in the depths below but in memories she is alive... I can only thank God for letting me have her in my life.. though short a while.. I will cherish it forever... I also learnt to cherish every moment every day .. you never know when your time is up... you may never do all the things you planned to do.. so live for today... tomorrow may never come.... I get up everyday thanking God that I'm still here.. I lack a friend only to understand how loneliness feels .. all so that I can reach out to someone who is lonely.. someone who lost something too...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said I was angry with God for quiet sometime... but then I realised there is a bigger picture to life... Life doesn't just move on like a drag it changes.... you learn new things from different experiences... good and bad... Thank God for both... cause the good ones give you something to smile about and the bad just makes you stronger... I was running away from God.. running far... only to realise that I needed Him real bad... now I hang on to Him tighter...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114452952339048606?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114452952339048606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114452952339048606&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114452952339048606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114452952339048606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/04/one-stormy-moment-2-years-back.html' title='One Stormy Moment 2 Years Ago'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114434751043383129</id><published>2006-04-06T23:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-14T00:42:43.073+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Numbing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1358/2606/1600/Dsc00972.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1358/2606/320/Dsc00972.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1358/2606/1600/lightingthun.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I have nothing left in me to be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;To react, to cry, to be angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;You ask me if I am upset,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Scared to say what I'll regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I don't know if I'm allowed this rage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Can I erase this chapter of my page?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Have I made the same mistake again? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Was I to naive to dream of summer rain?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Is happiness just a state of mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Absolutely not meant for my kind?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Is trust and love only for the dictionary?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Am I to take it as a joy ride, not seriously?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I guess theres no place for me to be alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Being numb, a stone, emotionless I'll thrive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Like a parasite feeding on my own emotions I'll grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Storms tearing me part by part, only a smile to show&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Being real has no joy, it has absolutely no reward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;Doesn't get you the prize, you'll not progress forward.&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/25012050-114434751043383129?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114434751043383129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114434751043383129&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114434751043383129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114434751043383129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/04/numbing-down.html' title='Numbing Down'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114431934851620925</id><published>2006-04-06T15:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-06T15:59:08.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Storms Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1358/2606/1600/for%20entry.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1358/2606/320/for%20entry.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;Piercing dagger&lt;br /&gt;Heart's pieces&lt;br /&gt;Messy scatter&lt;br /&gt;Promise denied&lt;br /&gt;Hope killed&lt;br /&gt;Faith confused&lt;br /&gt;Violent cutting&lt;br /&gt;Damaged emotion&lt;br /&gt;Sinking feeling&lt;br /&gt;Beauty fading&lt;br /&gt;Confidence dead&lt;br /&gt;Restless insatbility&lt;br /&gt;Lost smile&lt;br /&gt;Silent tears&lt;br /&gt;Artificial smile&lt;br /&gt;Undiscovered person&lt;br /&gt;Trapped forever&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/25012050-114431934851620925?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114431934851620925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114431934851620925&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114431934851620925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114431934851620925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/04/storms-within.html' title='Storms Within'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114407187769607729</id><published>2006-04-03T18:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-07-01T18:43:39.910+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wake up oh my generation but dont go back to sleep!!</title><content type='html'>Hmm lets see what did i do today...  i was a really good girl!!.. Was at home today.. Working on my project on the recent doctors strike in Maharashtra.. If its something worth while i will post it on the blog... n yeah gotto prepare for my exams.. The last one for this year atleast.. I am graduating.. Yippeee!! I am a big girl now.. Lol... I am really bored today.. and i really wanted to go for a movie or something.. But nah not happening got work today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relevance of the doctor’s strike- my life now revolves around it.. Got to find the essence of the strike.. Was it ethical for the doctors to strike?.. Was it fair for the Government to take advantage and not give the doctors a good working environment?.. I mean doesn’t every individual deserve respect?.. I am trying not to take sides.. I am not supposed to for my project.. But I am definitely on the side of the doctors.. The Government is playing big bully.. Gees its getting to me i have to do something about it... cant wait to be a journalist have so much pent up inside me.. Can’t wait to write.. To write as a weapon for society.. Violence is definitely not the answer... but we sure need a revolution.. in every area of our lives.. Education, governance, defence, corporations, business... all of us need one..&lt;br /&gt;But not one like in Rang De Basanti.. Where the generation only awakens to fall back to sleep while their lovers watched planes fly over their heads somewhere in scenic rural Punjab.. Guys .. All you Indians (me included) we do have to do something..&lt;br /&gt;I am not saying this because of some mild euphoric revolutionary ideas birthed in me because of the doctor’s strike.. This whole semester been dealing with crime, page three, communalism and trade unions.. Trust me most of us don't have the real picture.. We have only the tip of the iceberg...&lt;br /&gt;So start a revolution with the need to know... the need to know more than what the media says.. More than what your parents, teachers, elders, opinion makers say.. C’mon rise up people.. Not only the young.. The old.. Not only women but men.. Not only guys but girls.. Not only the marginalized the rich... c’mon everybody who lives and breathes wake up...&lt;br /&gt;I had this inside me a lot.. Just had to let it out.. I don’t think I am wrong to believe this.. I don’t think idealism should die.. It drives one towards perfection.. Maybe we will never reach perfection but atleast we will reach closer to it.... pull up your socks people.. Its time...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114407187769607729?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114407187769607729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114407187769607729&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114407187769607729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114407187769607729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/04/wake-up-oh-my-generation-but-dont-go.html' title='Wake up oh my generation but dont go back to sleep!!'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114407041367851910</id><published>2006-04-03T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-03T18:50:13.676+05:30</updated><title type='text'>reply to the gay comment</title><content type='html'>hey .. just got a cooment saing im gay... just to make all things clear im a girl.. in love with a guy.. soo tht dont make me gay in neway.. just clarifying... whoever katie's sister is...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114407041367851910?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114407041367851910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114407041367851910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114407041367851910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114407041367851910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/04/reply-to-gay-comment.html' title='reply to the gay comment'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114400749784738938</id><published>2006-04-03T01:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-24T16:31:00.472+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Memorable</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/25012050-114400749784738938?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114400749784738938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114400749784738938&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114400749784738938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114400749784738938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/04/memorable.html' title='The Memorable'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114400654885622396</id><published>2006-04-03T00:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:29:16.967+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 wonderful months ..a milestone of precious moments..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I was thinking how I would put words down,&lt;br /&gt;Of how you made me smile from a frown,&lt;br /&gt;They say it’s too soon to say, &lt;br /&gt;But with you I know its okay.&lt;br /&gt;Cause in your eyes I see something really deep,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never seen before beyond measure and leap.&lt;br /&gt;I have no words to express all I feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;You fill me with overwhelming joy and pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What have you done to me?&lt;br /&gt;Make me smile, make me feel free.&lt;br /&gt;I never can and never will regret,&lt;br /&gt;The first smile, the first time we met.&lt;br /&gt;The first phone call, the first kiss,&lt;br /&gt;The first everything spells bliss.&lt;br /&gt;In just 3 days you gave me what no one did in years,&lt;br /&gt;You heard me out, made me smile and bore my tears.&lt;br /&gt;In time, God sent, you came and changed my life,&lt;br /&gt;When I almost gave up, fed up of all the strife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel alive again,&lt;br /&gt;As I dance I feel the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Clouds pave my way as I walk,&lt;br /&gt;I glow with love for you as we talk.&lt;br /&gt;I want to keep knowing you,&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel brand new.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to love you more than I have ever loved anyone,&lt;br /&gt;Give you life's brightness and bring you the rays of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey guys... Im really overwhelmed at this moment... a year back i was going through the fire for quiet sometime... lost myself... lived only in my dreams cos reality seemed too painful... till 3 months back on Christmas day i bumped into the most wonderful person i ever could know in my life.... Never met anyone like him... never could stop smiling after i met him for the first time.. no one made me feel like that ever... n now its been just 3 months but... gees its like the best three months i ever had.. He has become my strength n i face everyday knowin that everythin will be ok... knowin theres hope and life can be beautiful... all those bad days, months and years well i dont mind them anymore.. cause i had the best 3 months with a someone who actually loves me and knows that he does... people say im crazy .. they say its just 3 months.. but my mom who i believe has better experience than anyone of these advisors says that 3  months, 3 years, decades or centuries dont make the difference.. its knowing that you want to be with someone for sure that does ... cause once you make up your mind .. and i mean the two people in the relationship make up their mind ... noone or nothing can come in the way&lt;br /&gt;the best thing was the fact that from the very start as friends we decided not to hide anything and be honest with each other... n im glad we didnt hide anything.. Im glad we shared the same feelings.. this never happened to me before.. i never knew this actually could ever happen... the reason for me being so open and writing this blog... is to tell everyone never give up ... dont... jus dont... be strong.. and if strength fails you hope and have faith keep going be persistent.. theres something better ....&lt;br /&gt;hope the best 4 everyone... wishing everyone Gods choicest blessings and loads of joy and happiness&lt;br /&gt;love,&lt;br /&gt;Ritz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: It didn't work but God had a better plan in mind than I had for myself.. The guy mentioned here remains my friend. Well it wasn't meant to be, but I thank God that I have managed to move on.. so here's to my future cheers and God bless. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://picasa.google.com/blogger/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img align="middle" alt="Posted by Picasa" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif" style="-moz-background-clip: border; -moz-background-inline-policy: continuous; -moz-background-origin: padding; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; border: 0px none; padding: 0px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114400654885622396?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114400654885622396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114397508416500724</id><published>2006-04-02T16:13:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-03T17:43:34.644+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Commercialised arent we?</title><content type='html'>Im tired of broken hearts and giggling dolls,&lt;br /&gt;Commercialised sodas and shopping malls&lt;br /&gt;Why do all things turn so artificial?&lt;br /&gt;People have turned so superficial.&lt;br /&gt;I want the land without boundaries to go free,&lt;br /&gt;The breeze in my face the stars to clearly see.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes almost blind with the worthless dizzle-dazzle,&lt;br /&gt;It is all about the money, leading to loads of hassle.&lt;br /&gt;Where did all the priceless things go?&lt;br /&gt;Did mastercard hoard it to the depths below?&lt;br /&gt;Its almost out of reach, nobody cares.&lt;br /&gt;In silence none say a word, no one dares,&lt;br /&gt;To go against the flow,&lt;br /&gt;Where one can really grow,&lt;br /&gt;And not get lost in the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;Have their own voice aloud.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone's losing their face,&lt;br /&gt;Getting lost in meaningless space&lt;br /&gt;Who you really are is a mystery,&lt;br /&gt;You are lost in glamorous fantasy.&lt;br /&gt;Do you need titles to appreciate who you are?&lt;br /&gt;Do you need others to worship you as a star?&lt;br /&gt;Cant you just be yourself, set yourself free&lt;br /&gt;Messed up and afraid, you cant face reality&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114397508416500724?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114397508416500724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114397508416500724&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114397508416500724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114397508416500724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/04/commercialised-arent-we_02.html' title='Commercialised arent we?'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114397444513105608</id><published>2006-04-02T14:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:10:45.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Condition of my heart</title><content type='html'>No more silence,&lt;br /&gt;No more violence,&lt;br /&gt;You opened my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Understood me part by part,&lt;br /&gt;Feelin free,&lt;br /&gt;Heaven n ecstacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Dedicated to you my darling who makes me smile everyday.. thanking God im alive to see you.. to meet you.. to know you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114397444513105608?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114370970060201353</id><published>2006-03-30T14:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-03-31T23:04:30.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No fatal sentiments</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;No fatal sentiments&lt;br /&gt;No alcohol, but im feelin high,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the lavender sky.&lt;br /&gt;Missing many a someone,&lt;br /&gt;Cant wait till my Life's done.&lt;br /&gt;The good Lord says He has great plans,&lt;br /&gt;Lets see im not here to make fans.&lt;br /&gt;Since the light has touched me im changed,&lt;br /&gt;My heart and mind no more deranged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts deep inside, got to get rid of my past load,&lt;br /&gt;Got to move on, put on a smile, carry on, on the narrow road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take back all your sympathy,&lt;br /&gt;Im not here for a dose of empathy.&lt;br /&gt;Just need a trustful friend,&lt;br /&gt;To hear me out at my end.&lt;br /&gt;Im not any kind of sentimental,&lt;br /&gt;Sentiments are highy fatal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/25012050-114370970060201353?l=bloggerita.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/feeds/114370970060201353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=25012050&amp;postID=114370970060201353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114370970060201353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/25012050/posts/default/114370970060201353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bloggerita.blogspot.com/2006/03/no-fatal-sentiments_30.html' title='No fatal sentiments'/><author><name>bloggerita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15279871687650211294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_YGqxpjjCO-E/S3-61QtbEvI/AAAAAAAAA04/RaF42aXeQp0/S220/foreverknight-th.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-25012050.post-114370961074443700</id><published>2006-03-30T14:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-04-02T16:26:42.766+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Azriela Rhymes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your silence,&lt;br /&gt;Brings violence,&lt;br /&gt;Mind Crazy,&lt;br /&gt;Vision hazy,&lt;br /&gt;talk again,&lt;br /&gt;Bring rain,&lt;br /&gt;Need flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Harvest showers,&lt;br /&gt;Need you&lt;br /&gt;State blue,&lt;br /&gt;Freedom desired,&lt;br /&gt;Love required&lt;br /&gt;heart break&lt;br /&gt;life shake&lt;br /&gt;dream lost&lt;br /&gt;big cost&lt;br /&gt;revive me&lt;br /&gt;set free&lt;br /&gt;not late&lt;br /&gt;grasp faith&lt;br /&gt;determined feeling&lt;br /&gt;reach healing&lt;br /&gt;no pleasing&lt;br /&gt;only releasing&lt;br /&gt;truth only&lt;br /&gt;thts surely&lt;br /&gt;hypocritism out&lt;br /&gt;cleansed mouth&lt;br /&gt;God's delight&lt;br /&gt;big fight&lt;br /&gt;good bad&lt;br /&gt;happy sad&lt;br /&gt;choice mine&lt;br /&gt;got sign&lt;br /&gt;narrow road&lt;br /&gt;off load&lt;br /&gt;got company&lt;br /&gt;no apathy&lt;br /&gt;helping hand&lt;br /&gt;to understand &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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