<?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-8726763966055379101</id><updated>2011-08-02T18:53:13.995-07:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='Kids'/><category term='Diwali'/><category term='Life'/><category term='Emotions'/><category term='Nature'/><category term='Baby'/><title type='text'>SERENITY</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Smitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407595805329419490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726763966055379101.post-5682695759890910091</id><published>2008-10-28T05:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T05:20:57.203-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Diwali'/><title type='text'>CRACKERS OR CRACKD EARS ????</title><content type='html'>Diwali...Festival time....Holiday..Shopping.....What else can you link with it...Yes...CrackersOfcourse...How can Diwali be complete without crackers right? For those who think its a yes,I am sorry; but I say a No....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diwali is an &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;occassion&lt;/span&gt; to celebrate; but should it be at the cost of ruining peace of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;peoplearound&lt;/span&gt; you?? Illumination is a feast to the eyes, but the deafening noises emitted by crackers are not!!!For many a people Diwali is more of spending time with the family; enjoying a quiet holiday. Amidst the noises how can you even sit inside your house let alone spend some quiet time?I woke up on Diwali day to the blasts of crackers which made me feel i were on a battlefield. If the  intention of people who sacrificed their sleep to engage in this activity  was to recreate life in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Kargil&lt;/span&gt;,then I should say they were &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;successful&lt;/span&gt;. What i did not know was that it was just a beginning. The blasts were like a chain..One would light the 1 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;lakh&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;wala&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;bijli&lt;/span&gt;, the opposite house guy would compete to match the count!!! That too at 4 in the morning. I seriously &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; understand the logic behind this action...if you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; want to sleep then well and good..Go ahead and light some flower pots or stuff &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not noisy....Why are you bent upon making others lives miserable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pity the old people in the city and also the ailing people in hospitals. The crazy crowd has absolutely no regard for anyone..All they want to exhibit is the high volumed stuff they purchased to deafen others...People with a weak heart will not survive these blasts...Every blast sends a shudder through your body...And the infants...They scream out of fear..People in the hospitals are not able to take rest that the body requires....But who cares??? They are happy...They are celebrating!!!!And, its strange that Residents' Associations collect money from houses for buying these crackers....If Association A collected 10000 rupees and burst a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;bijli&lt;/span&gt; of 1000, then Association B has to collect &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; 20K. I fail to understand why sane &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;people pay&lt;/span&gt; money to such a group and sign up happily for a horrid and sleepless morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When people burst so much of crackers, one might think that they come cheap...But &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; not the case...A decent set of crackers; which includes just the mild ones like the flower pot would come to 1000 rupees...People speak of poverty, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;economic slowdown&lt;/span&gt; and what not!!! I could feel none of these in the noises that shattered the town yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was just like setting currency aflame...The society can burn money;but cannot help people by donating money.The society can burn money; but cannot save it for a rainy day. The society can send weak hearted people to graves and scare the hell out of kids;but can speak of a calm locality on the other days. An insane crowd of people spending insane amount of money &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;for an&lt;/span&gt; insane activity of bursting high volumed crackers...&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;that's&lt;/span&gt; all I could define Diwali as!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726763966055379101-5682695759890910091?l=myspace1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5682695759890910091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726763966055379101&amp;postID=5682695759890910091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/5682695759890910091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/5682695759890910091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/2008/10/crackers-or-crackd-ears.html' title='CRACKERS OR CRACKD EARS ????'/><author><name>Smitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407595805329419490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726763966055379101.post-3102818913110921372</id><published>2008-06-02T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-02T19:02:19.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I</title><content type='html'>An unexpected visitor&lt;br /&gt;In the lone lanes of life&lt;br /&gt;Lighting up the splinter&lt;br /&gt;Of love so deep and live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world seemed heaven&lt;br /&gt;With love in the air&lt;br /&gt;Nothing was a matter&lt;br /&gt;For my Love was here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do come&lt;br /&gt;Assuring to stay&lt;br /&gt;But fate did destine a day&lt;br /&gt;Farwell to be bid with a wave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;y'strday it was  WE&lt;br /&gt;And now it's YOU and I&lt;br /&gt; Now I Lo behold&lt;br /&gt;The shocks that life unhold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A statue now I seem&lt;br /&gt;Quizzical or confused&lt;br /&gt;Asking a thousand times&lt;br /&gt; What now for me to do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I to cry?&lt;br /&gt;Am I to speak?&lt;br /&gt;Am I to hold you?&lt;br /&gt;Or stand here so weak?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call back in vain&lt;br /&gt;But Love not forever lasts&lt;br /&gt;In between His calls of Life&lt;br /&gt;My voice is drowned or lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say not goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Say not you leave&lt;br /&gt;For this day of life&lt;br /&gt;I may not past live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart bled on&lt;br /&gt;It never will ebb&lt;br /&gt;The sorrowful soul&lt;br /&gt;Will now never rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to bear&lt;br /&gt;The fateful plight&lt;br /&gt;The circles on my face&lt;br /&gt; Brimmed up to the rim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weep not be brave&lt;br /&gt; I soothed myself&lt;br /&gt;the eyes could not now withhold&lt;br /&gt;The pearls of shiny mould&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little metal shone so bright&lt;br /&gt; In my frail n shivering hand&lt;br /&gt;It lashed past the skin&lt;br /&gt;To squirt blood on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Restrain it not&lt;br /&gt;Let it gush by&lt;br /&gt;Let it just shatter&lt;br /&gt;My dreams of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me to rest&lt;br /&gt;Rest just a bit&lt;br /&gt;Before my final plea&lt;br /&gt;To rest forever in peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then my heart doth not now bleed&lt;br /&gt;And then my eyes doth get desert dry&lt;br /&gt;And then we walk hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;All my life - You and I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726763966055379101-3102818913110921372?l=myspace1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/feeds/3102818913110921372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726763966055379101&amp;postID=3102818913110921372' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/3102818913110921372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/3102818913110921372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/2008/06/you-and-i.html' title='You and I'/><author><name>Smitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407595805329419490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726763966055379101.post-5832035294776976436</id><published>2008-04-29T19:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T15:47:56.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>Seasons of Life</title><content type='html'>Watching nature pass through the various seasons has left me awestruck. It seems just like flipping through the pages of a colourful book. You name a colour and you can find it in nature. This write is inspired from the views around...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a tree&lt;br /&gt;That I tended sweet&lt;br /&gt;In my backyard grove&lt;br /&gt;Where small birds tweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got him home&lt;br /&gt;As a sapling young&lt;br /&gt;To see him groomed&lt;br /&gt;So mighty strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch him today&lt;br /&gt;As always in awe&lt;br /&gt;A portrait so different&lt;br /&gt;With seasons four&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring in the air so swift and bright&lt;br /&gt;I see him bud and sprout so light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colourful flowers ntangled with green&lt;br /&gt;A bright lit christmas tree he seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then shortly I watch him keen&lt;br /&gt;Oh look! wrapped in a blanket of green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throughout the summer he stays so bright&lt;br /&gt;It catches my eyes in huge delight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at fall, his shades oh Lord&lt;br /&gt;Do rainbows grow in trees so tall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch his shades and know with pain&lt;br /&gt;The bloom so lovely is soon to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow and gentle a breeze or gale&lt;br /&gt;Sure do wither his leaves so pale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By winter I see he's so bare and plain&lt;br /&gt;No eyes halt to watch him 'gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With snowfall heavy, hes shroud in white&lt;br /&gt;Is it a coat or a snowman live?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature's blessed with seasons four&lt;br /&gt;Winter, summer, spring n fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A human life is also so&lt;br /&gt;Birth to teens till death to quote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A baby's born like spring does set&lt;br /&gt;A Colourful prize from the creator's chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teenage; as summer lively n fresh&lt;br /&gt;Bright and charming with playful zest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youth to old a slow transit&lt;br /&gt;From phases so bright to dull pallid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death proclaims He rest in peace&lt;br /&gt;Hes mantled now in a snowy fleece&lt;br /&gt;Marking the end of earthly life&lt;br /&gt;Know not to where his soul departs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing with him,&lt;br /&gt;I beseech me quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature repeats its cycles so&lt;br /&gt;Spring airs it brings and summers too&lt;br /&gt;As myths n stories varied preach&lt;br /&gt;Is life on earth reborn too?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726763966055379101-5832035294776976436?l=myspace1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5832035294776976436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726763966055379101&amp;postID=5832035294776976436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/5832035294776976436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/5832035294776976436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/2008/04/seasons-of-life.html' title='Seasons of Life'/><author><name>Smitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407595805329419490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726763966055379101.post-2152589593490690289</id><published>2008-04-24T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-24T21:22:43.595-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pup</title><content type='html'>I know not where I was born&lt;br /&gt;I know not whom I first called Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etched in memories deep inside&lt;br /&gt;There was a single soul to reside&lt;br /&gt;Who with pain reared me so long&lt;br /&gt;That lovely lady I believe is my Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirty days or so in life&lt;br /&gt;It was coming home, from dark to light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined a chirpy house of four&lt;br /&gt; Mom and Dad ,a sis n bro&lt;br /&gt;And then it was a maze of five&lt;br /&gt;Mom and Dad and three kids live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naming me seemed a Herculean task&lt;br /&gt;What do we name? On and On they ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soft n tiny with a pink round nose&lt;br /&gt;"Pinky" my name they choose with applause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised with love,&lt;br /&gt;I was raised with care&lt;br /&gt;At times made me wonder&lt;br /&gt;Am I a pup so rare ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lively toy for the kids to play&lt;br /&gt;A funny lil friend for all in gay&lt;br /&gt;A lil baby sweet for Mom to raise&lt;br /&gt;I'm such a lucky soul did  my mind rejoice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarded the house, I loved my home&lt;br /&gt;I sure was part of the fun filled abode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days passed by and so did years&lt;br /&gt;All grew busy to see my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids were raised and they left home&lt;br /&gt;Now it was a trio Dad, me and Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing pretty old, ailing stage of life&lt;br /&gt;My Mom did treat me, despite the homely strife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Better in health on one day bright&lt;br /&gt;Sick as ever my next day's plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All except Mom did me in course detest&lt;br /&gt;Was I still their baby or a nagging distress?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burdened they were with my poor state of health&lt;br /&gt;Can they be blamed they were too busy for felt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then one fine day unable to bear&lt;br /&gt;The sight of my misery, or pain to rear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was to be  freed from the throbs of life&lt;br /&gt;Released from the pain of being alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A final gesture of affection so dear&lt;br /&gt;Did I not witness with my death so near?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once and for all I lay on the lap&lt;br /&gt;Where I used to cuddle, where I used to nap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once and for all I looked at those eyes&lt;br /&gt;That welled up to brim forseeing my demise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once and for all I munched my fav'rite sweet&lt;br /&gt;Fed in my mouth with those hands so meek&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dared not to weep, I dared not to cry&lt;br /&gt;I dared not to look back at the house of five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thus while walking towards my call&lt;br /&gt;I thanked in my mind for once and for all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was raised with love,&lt;br /&gt;I was raised with care,&lt;br /&gt;I leave  now to part&lt;br /&gt;To a world unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I do love them&lt;br /&gt;Still I do care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I am precious&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a pup so rare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726763966055379101-2152589593490690289?l=myspace1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/feeds/2152589593490690289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726763966055379101&amp;postID=2152589593490690289' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/2152589593490690289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/2152589593490690289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/2008/04/pup.html' title='Pup'/><author><name>Smitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407595805329419490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726763966055379101.post-1383312019042213521</id><published>2008-04-23T18:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:17:47.486-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Emotions'/><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>Trust, trust , trust, we hear all say&lt;br /&gt;Reflects in everything done all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A five letter word so short and Crisp&lt;br /&gt;The whole world it binds in a strong hand's grip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promise a baby a lil cuddly toy&lt;br /&gt;Trust don't you see in his wide eyes' joy ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I thy will marry" when a woman is told&lt;br /&gt;She leaves in his hands her life behold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A simple promise or a million dollar deal&lt;br /&gt;In trust lies the footing for joy and zeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in life many a few breach&lt;br /&gt;Is it in practise or just in preach?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world gets cunning, the world gets wry&lt;br /&gt;shorter paths men seek to get their buy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey there! Do realise the hurt and the pain&lt;br /&gt;Of a poor man's soul when trust's breached for gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it in the baby's wanton face so grim&lt;br /&gt;When d'prived of the cute cuddly toy in his crib&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see it in the form of a woman's broken heart&lt;br /&gt;When her man chooses to leave for not her fault&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite the breaches, people do trust&lt;br /&gt;With a heart thats broken, eyes that are wet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before a word that you now give another&lt;br /&gt;Think for a moment, can you keep it forever?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If No is the answer, then Utter not a word&lt;br /&gt;Better be silent than ever be heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough it is to mend the broken hearts,&lt;br /&gt;And Hard to dry the tear filled eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of the ones who trust so blindly and true&lt;br /&gt;When you say "I Promise" - Your words and you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726763966055379101-1383312019042213521?l=myspace1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/feeds/1383312019042213521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726763966055379101&amp;postID=1383312019042213521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/1383312019042213521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/1383312019042213521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/2008/04/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Smitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407595805329419490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726763966055379101.post-5467671191642803984</id><published>2008-04-21T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-21T18:49:52.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><title type='text'>My Friend</title><content type='html'>My daughter hugged a toddler tight&lt;br /&gt;She seemed so cheerful,glad and bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked the lil one "who is this"&lt;br /&gt;She produly spoke "My best friend Liz"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving me memories of a dear old friend&lt;br /&gt;Waving at me she walked ahead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend to hug, a friend to share&lt;br /&gt;We start at two or three to care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes my friend, i think right now of you&lt;br /&gt;How I met ,got close to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers we were, acquainted at school&lt;br /&gt;A bond so firm it developed so quick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ring a day seemed less for us&lt;br /&gt;Made parents ask "what do u discuss?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy or sad, thoughtful or doom&lt;br /&gt;There you were to share my moods&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solace in comradeship we found&lt;br /&gt;People wondered "are they sisters or chums?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A life apart was hard to quest&lt;br /&gt;Don't part us was our prayer request&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the paths of life separate for sure&lt;br /&gt;Do friends in life stay forever ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You chose your man and I chose mine&lt;br /&gt;Destined we were to say "That is life"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daily calls b'came once a week&lt;br /&gt;And passing time made it monthly once&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once a month seemed too frequent&lt;br /&gt;We had our lives so sweet to mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in life you and me&lt;br /&gt;Forgot to pen "I hope u are fine"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hugging toddlers made me ask...&lt;br /&gt;"My lovely friend..where have i lost?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An urge to talk an urge to see&lt;br /&gt;Fills my mind in a lil wild spree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you up, u pick the phone&lt;br /&gt;Your sound so pale and too outworn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say a hello, I hear u crack&lt;br /&gt;Are u weeping my dear ? I'm losing track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you? trembling i ask&lt;br /&gt; You weep and weep and i feel so broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sick you are you tell me so..&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord tell me it is a prank or joke...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its not..I know its true&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to take in a dreadful truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say your life's gone still and sound&lt;br /&gt;My head goes rolling round and round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Desire to live in your voice I hear&lt;br /&gt;Is the Lord so cruel to my fond and dear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I know is to pray for you&lt;br /&gt;I wish it were a nightmare blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grave and sad my life is now&lt;br /&gt;I loved you so, I realise now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No way to bring back the times we lost&lt;br /&gt;In the pace of life that changes brought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Realise my friends that time is short&lt;br /&gt;You never know we meet or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a glimpse is gone the summer n spring&lt;br /&gt;The fall and winter and the new year dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay in touch with the ones you care&lt;br /&gt;Or once you'ld call to cry n' d'spair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726763966055379101-5467671191642803984?l=myspace1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/feeds/5467671191642803984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726763966055379101&amp;postID=5467671191642803984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/5467671191642803984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/5467671191642803984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-friend.html' title='My Friend'/><author><name>Smitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407595805329419490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726763966055379101.post-7821831274043473191</id><published>2008-04-15T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T20:13:21.859-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nature'/><title type='text'>Guess......</title><content type='html'>Lying down on the green grass meadow&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the skies so high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how He made you so&lt;br /&gt;Light and wavy with brilliant glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunrise wraps you in milk white robes&lt;br /&gt;The sunset drapes you a saffron rose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your myriads of colours a feast to eyes&lt;br /&gt;Or am I watching painted skies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an idyllic lovely starlit night&lt;br /&gt;When dark and greyish shades you take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moon's enshroud in velvet black&lt;br /&gt;Or seems clad in a big cloak black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then at morn you're glittering bright&lt;br /&gt;Posing a pretty bride in white&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A moment it takes to change your form&lt;br /&gt;Behind each sculpt is there a potter's arm ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you look like a mountain huge&lt;br /&gt;Ah !In a glimpse you're a girl in rouge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking a deeper glance at you&lt;br /&gt;I see a world so calm so true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hills and castles and lakes and trees&lt;br /&gt;Angels and fairies in lovely breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a misty morn at wee&lt;br /&gt;Or heaven painted for man to see ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A ladder ill climb n come to you&lt;br /&gt;To see you closer, touch for true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you break off when I touch&lt;br /&gt;Like a foam does with a finger's touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would I be able to walk on you?&lt;br /&gt;Or slide a world of glacial blue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does my dreamland exist in true&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just a dreamer's view?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus deep in thoughts I watch you drift&lt;br /&gt;Over the grassy meadows and thrift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your face grow dark and crack&lt;br /&gt;You change from white to blue then black&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With thunders roaring past your maze&lt;br /&gt;I feel the first shower on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i see your smiling face?&lt;br /&gt;Or was it just a lightning's glaze?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You seem to tell me "get home now quick..&lt;br /&gt;its almost time to get a wink"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind portraying the picturesque view&lt;br /&gt;Off I run away from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking myself from time to time&lt;br /&gt;For the answer never seems to chime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you the same I think you are ?&lt;br /&gt;Are you the same I feel you are ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it another world apart&lt;br /&gt;Or a painter's lovely work of art?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726763966055379101-7821831274043473191?l=myspace1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/feeds/7821831274043473191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726763966055379101&amp;postID=7821831274043473191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/7821831274043473191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/7821831274043473191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/2008/04/guess.html' title='Guess......'/><author><name>Smitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407595805329419490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726763966055379101.post-2184692877594721046</id><published>2008-04-10T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T18:37:43.442-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life seemed simple when I was young. There was never a rush or a tensed moment. Mornings meant getting up and fall into the rhythm of the house; till i reached schoolSchool was enjoyable. Learning, playing and coming back home. High school and college offered only the occassional examination worries.But that used to seem the biggest worries n the entire world. Now to sit back and think I realise those were so so trivial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so fast paced now that we fail to find time for the ones we care. The little things we really care about or gives us joy are long lost in this maddening life. Sitting down with a cup of coffee to enjoy the morning...Or having any meal of the day without hurry...Do we everget to enjoy this now...So much is lined up in life that you rush from one activity to the other...By the time the stars light up the sky, you are dead tired and can think of nothing but sleep. The next day has nothing better to offer you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I ask myself the question, what are the things I like to do? Have I even forgotten them? Fortunately no...I still know what I likebut situations have changed. A long chat with the person you like to be with...A person with whom you can share everything...Spending hours with your partner as you once did....Laughing over silly jokes,pulling each others' legs, Eating a favourite meal,visiting a close friend the list goes on and on and on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list might seem endless. Try making a list and pick the ones that you continue doing...It would be hard to pick the things from thislist that you still do .... You might even end up with a blank sheet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has lost its simplicity. so have relationships. Ego clashes, rough attitudes and strained relations are the outcome of today's lifestyle.What is this mad rush for? Any issue or frustration we find in life actually boils down to this rush...The rush to make money...So muchengrossed in the drive that we fail to see what we are losing in the path. Parents who crave for attention, childern who crave for care, siblings who dont have time for each other, friends who are almost forgotten...Isnt this what life offers us now?? Atleast to an extent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will the rush end? By the time you hit forties or sixties???...Then you want to slow down...You want to get back all you had before the rush..But its too late....Your parents may/may not be there for you...Children would be treading the same path - yes the mad rush of life and they dont have time for you...You take the role your parents once did - craving for attention or a glimpse of the ones you care. You dont even know where your friends are. Several relations are so hard to mend and you realise that you are all by yourself....And you realise with pain that what is lost is lost...There is no going back and doing things in a better way....&lt;br /&gt;Isnt this worth a thought? Isnt it time to slow down a bit? isnt it time to realise the little joys in life and give time for them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today you exist..You are not sure about the next moment let alone tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you want to let your loved ones know that they are indeed loved so they have a fond memory of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if you could never do it again? What if today was the end? Isnt it worth slowing down?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726763966055379101-2184692877594721046?l=myspace1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/feeds/2184692877594721046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726763966055379101&amp;postID=2184692877594721046' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/2184692877594721046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/2184692877594721046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/2008/04/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Smitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407595805329419490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8726763966055379101.post-4873709482421877730</id><published>2008-04-09T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:07:53.418-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baby'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kids'/><title type='text'>My Lil One</title><content type='html'>My life was lone with work and home&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted was someone to call me Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine day my prayers were heard&lt;br /&gt;A joy so true did my life unfold&lt;br /&gt;A little heart beat inside me I heard&lt;br /&gt;A little life's inside me; I beamed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried in ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;You were on your way&lt;br /&gt;the wait seemed long&lt;br /&gt;was my haste so wrong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you came into my arms&lt;br /&gt;and i could wait no more&lt;br /&gt;a look at your face&lt;br /&gt;Could I be happier anymore?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so tiny so lovely&lt;br /&gt;and a smile so sweet&lt;br /&gt;so soft and pink&lt;br /&gt;those hands and feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your pink little hands touched me light&lt;br /&gt;Did I not tremble in sheer delight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held you close; I cuddled you tight&lt;br /&gt;So you could sleep warm through the night&lt;br /&gt;After the sleep you woke up bright&lt;br /&gt;As if to say "Mamma that was a good night"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bond so strong in your eyes i could see&lt;br /&gt;and loud i sang a song in glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mother in me could not but smile&lt;br /&gt;For my angel was here to brighten my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thanked the Lord, for my shining star&lt;br /&gt;for my perfect gift; my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all such thoughts when I lay&lt;br /&gt;Watching you play with your toys in gay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I murmured in your little ears a note..&lt;br /&gt;"Lil one..my lil one&lt;br /&gt;How I love you so&lt;br /&gt;You know not now&lt;br /&gt;But sure you will do&lt;br /&gt;in all the time that is to go"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8726763966055379101-4873709482421877730?l=myspace1511.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/feeds/4873709482421877730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8726763966055379101&amp;postID=4873709482421877730' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/4873709482421877730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8726763966055379101/posts/default/4873709482421877730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myspace1511.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-lil-one.html' title='My Lil One'/><author><name>Smitha</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16407595805329419490</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
