<?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-3597653743107663822</id><updated>2012-01-27T02:38:23.728-08:00</updated><category term='Hindi'/><category term='Poetry'/><category term='In love'/><category term='Memories'/><category term='Anger'/><category term='Happy'/><category term='Complex'/><category term='funny'/><category term='Pain'/><category term='My bests'/><title type='text'>addiction</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-315063234230311311</id><published>2010-02-16T23:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:26:17.303-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My bests'/><title type='text'>My last poem...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years later from now,&lt;br /&gt;On the journey to my grave,&lt;br /&gt;Betraying the urge to stay on,&lt;br /&gt;I would whisper that old song,&lt;br /&gt;That’s yet to come…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding in my pen on that last day,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I could write you a poem,&lt;br /&gt;Of words with life that went away with you,&lt;br /&gt;And the journey we had had so far…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;“Though I must not leave as I promised. But no breath remains forever. Smile on my grave if you can for we meet again,up there.&lt;br /&gt;P.S:- I love you”&lt;/i&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I would keep my last poem beside your pillow,&lt;br /&gt;And kiss on your forehead for just last time.&lt;br /&gt;I would whisper you those memorable words,&lt;br /&gt;That’s yet to come…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days after my grave gone old,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the clouds of heaven,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could touch you again,&lt;br /&gt;In the same way we did,&lt;br /&gt;When we were teen…&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could say thanks,&lt;br /&gt;For loving me till world ends.&lt;br /&gt;And say sorry for not saying,&lt;br /&gt;So many love you(s)&lt;br /&gt;On so many occasions,&lt;br /&gt;Those are still yet to come…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&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/3597653743107663822-315063234230311311?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/315063234230311311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-last-poem.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/315063234230311311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/315063234230311311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-last-poem.html' title='My last poem...'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-9135224349771673469</id><published>2010-02-16T23:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:28:08.971-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><title type='text'>The Weak Warrior...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;(Part I)&lt;br /&gt;In the Urge to diminish his grave,&lt;br /&gt;And to knot his pride, &lt;br /&gt;The warrior must betray the reason,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;No matter how weak you are,&lt;br /&gt;When the sword is in your mouth,&lt;br /&gt;You speak only vowels…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Warrior lifted his shield, the armor,&lt;br /&gt;Diminished sword, and the Courage.&lt;br /&gt;He was not an obvious fighter,&lt;br /&gt;Had little strength, less stamina,&lt;br /&gt;Slackly built, shy and imperfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;br /&gt;The battlefield awaits him,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, &lt;br /&gt;The warrior betrays the reason… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Part II)&lt;br /&gt;Raised mud smells blood,&lt;br /&gt;The warriors fights all,&lt;br /&gt;Spears Shaken,&lt;br /&gt;Shield splintered,&lt;br /&gt;The glory of real men lies in the perfection of courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Men, you fight for power, for your king, for glory. But tonight, one man rewrites the History of Battles” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said the warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the warrior fought like a man,&lt;br /&gt;His Sword Turned Red,&lt;br /&gt;Crimson Shade in his eye,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how weak he is,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Blood shall he seek.&lt;br /&gt;For some reasons,&lt;br /&gt;Blood transmits the element of pride in brave ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“Oh, Young one, you a no warrior. In the age of reckoning, weak die, fools suffer, you disrespected your king. You posses no pride, no strength. Tell, what you fight for ?”&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Said the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warrior closed his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The red darkness of distinct past,&lt;br /&gt;He could see her finger down his body,&lt;br /&gt;And the whispering in his ears,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“My love, No retreat, no surrender. Fight like a man, bow for no one. Drench your sword with blood and pride. Die like a free man, and when you go in heaven light yourself so bright that people start worshiping you and not that sun…”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warrior slashed his arm,&lt;br /&gt;jagged sword parting his flesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warrior raised his sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“As a real men, I fight for my women. For her respect, for her love, for her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Part III)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With bundled pride and glory,&lt;br /&gt;The warrior returned home.&lt;br /&gt;The exalted spark in his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Still a dissolved aks of her beloved…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knocked her door,&lt;br /&gt;And finds another man opening it…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, on his side of river,&lt;br /&gt;He waits for her beloved.&lt;br /&gt;He will not throw pebbles today,&lt;br /&gt;For, ripples are bad examples of love…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he saw her&lt;br /&gt;Beauty. Perfect. Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;He named it, “Her”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;“My warrior, He is a gold merchant. He would bring medicines when I’m sick. He would care more then my family. He taught me to laugh, made me smile. When you were away, he walked that extra mile.”&lt;br /&gt;“Do you love him ?”&lt;br /&gt;“Favor, my warrior favor. I have to repay him, I have to repay back. He is all I have today, he wants to go back, but I can’t let him go. I’m drawn to him, amazed by his charm. I’m deep engulfed in his thoughts, I don’t want this to end”&lt;br /&gt;“My love…”&lt;br /&gt;“Yes”&lt;br /&gt;“No retreat, No surrender…” &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The warrior left. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Part IV)&lt;br /&gt;In love,&lt;br /&gt;Neediness is a brutal companion.&lt;br /&gt;And the acceptance of true love,&lt;br /&gt;Is mere a signal of perfect ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He prepares for battle again,&lt;br /&gt;He palm is heavy, he is sweating,&lt;br /&gt;The spear is shaking,&lt;br /&gt;The sword is blunt…&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, &lt;br /&gt;He fights for no reason…&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-9135224349771673469?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/9135224349771673469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2010/02/weak-warrior.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/9135224349771673469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/9135224349771673469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2010/02/weak-warrior.html' title='The Weak Warrior...'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-466658050814698083</id><published>2010-02-16T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:29:20.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My bests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>The fish in the sea is never thirsty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Drowned in so deep sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I should not yearn for water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But the thirst for anything I have now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Is less than I had at shore…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;So much am I accustomed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To the comfort of being in the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;That the distant sight of the shore today,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Doesn’t make me thirsty…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I’m thirsty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Like a simple boy who is in love with a simple girl,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Though he loves her so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But he still wants to love her more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;With each passing day…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;See, I’m still thirsty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;I’m submerged in the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;But I still yearn for water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;To get more of it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Ohh, boy, like me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;You should know this too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;The fish that's in the sea,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;Is NOT thirsty... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div 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thirsty...'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-5226675139390810850</id><published>2010-02-16T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:30:07.555-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>Urge to Stay on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Two friends,&lt;br /&gt;Alone with tears,&lt;br /&gt;But together to smile,&lt;br /&gt;And smile being there lonely companion...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She leans on him,&lt;br /&gt;And he can’t stand alone,&lt;br /&gt;There need for each other,&lt;br /&gt;Is the only urge to stay on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But don’t they know?&lt;br /&gt;In love,&lt;br /&gt;Neediness is a brutal companion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, don’t show ‘em any excuse,&lt;br /&gt;To reason ‘em what they don’t accept,&lt;br /&gt;Coz acceptance of love in a relation,&lt;br /&gt;Un-reasons the love they have with ‘em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But aren’t they aware?&lt;br /&gt;In love, &lt;br /&gt;Reasons are needless companion…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two friends,&lt;br /&gt;In need of each other,&lt;br /&gt;Betrays the reason to love,&lt;br /&gt;Coz they think,&lt;br /&gt;Love is an anti-friendship companion...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-5226675139390810850?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/5226675139390810850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2010/02/urge-to-stay-on.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/5226675139390810850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/5226675139390810850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2010/02/urge-to-stay-on.html' title='Urge to Stay on...'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-3471048579132027982</id><published>2010-02-16T23:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:30:57.237-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complex'/><title type='text'>Too much to ask for...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Your discovery of gaps in me,&lt;br /&gt;Resides silently in despair…&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you shouldn’t pretend walking in ‘em,&lt;br /&gt;Coz, today, I find you standing there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I’m drifting you away,&lt;br /&gt;Coz you are hurting my gaps each day.&lt;br /&gt;Though, my denial is not an urge to end…&lt;br /&gt;But surely a start where we can’t pretend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I ask you nothing to explain,&lt;br /&gt;But your desire to make things this way,&lt;br /&gt;Why, just, why? You overlooked love in my eye,&lt;br /&gt;Aah, sure, you thought it’s too much to ask for…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then tell me,&lt;br /&gt;Wasn’t your discovery mere a realization, &lt;br /&gt;Of the degree of angles in love?&lt;br /&gt;Or wasn’t my truth in accepting your lie,&lt;br /&gt;A very much base for you to pretend love ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I’m drifting you away,&lt;br /&gt;Coz you would still walk around ‘em,&lt;br /&gt;Though, I need you not to fill ‘em..&lt;br /&gt;But I hate you 4 showing ‘em up…!!!! &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/3597653743107663822-3471048579132027982?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3471048579132027982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-to-ask-for.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/3471048579132027982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/3471048579132027982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2010/02/too-much-to-ask-for.html' title='Too much to ask for...'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-6642840220586210517</id><published>2008-01-21T04:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:31:43.671-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My bests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>An E-mail to God</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;TO: God &lt;a href="mailto:kool_dude_bhagwan@yahoo.co.in"&gt;kool_dude_bhagwan@yahoo.co.in&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject: Seeking sum answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello God,I know you are always busy.&lt;br /&gt;But if it's ok with you,&lt;br /&gt;Or if u can read or write,&lt;br /&gt;Or if you have a broadband connection,&lt;br /&gt;And not a dial-up one,&lt;br /&gt;Please Answer few of my questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say our destiny is written by you,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing can change it,&lt;br /&gt;Then why do we pray you for better lives?&lt;br /&gt;Because I think,&lt;br /&gt;No one's life resembles heaven,&lt;br /&gt;In that case God,&lt;br /&gt;You are a bad author.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say God help those who help themselves,&lt;br /&gt;So I've always helped myself to smile,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I've cried in pain.&lt;br /&gt;But I've seen that,People who do bad to us never cry,&lt;br /&gt;In that case God,&lt;br /&gt;God help those who are eventually bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I wonder one thing,&lt;br /&gt;Do you get happy when you see a child smiling?&lt;br /&gt;I guess not,&lt;br /&gt;Coz you are immortal,&lt;br /&gt;And immortality has no emotions.&lt;br /&gt;In that case God,You are jealous of us,&lt;br /&gt;And you make us die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I don't think bad of you.&lt;br /&gt;I just've some bad questions.&lt;br /&gt;But, as people say, you are good and nice.&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will reply something good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sender: samrat singh &lt;samratrockin@gmail.com&gt;&lt;/samratrockin@gmail.com&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-6642840220586210517?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/6642840220586210517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-mail-to-god.html#comment-form' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/6642840220586210517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/6642840220586210517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2008/01/e-mail-to-god.html' title='An E-mail to God'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-8767156679042759562</id><published>2008-01-21T04:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:32:27.976-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My bests'/><title type='text'>Things that i'll never say</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Don't ask me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;How my wounds feel when they get old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Coz I’ve lived with 'em, not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Don't tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;That in love, Time is an intoxicating touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Coz I’ve healed 'em, not you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;But I want you to listen some things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;The things, I've never said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;That when wounds get old,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Memories are only toxic medicines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;So don't bother me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Why my words don't tremble so much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&amp;amp; why I never cried in front of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Coz, these are the things,That I’ll never show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Don't tell me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;That you always wanted me to made,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Promises that you asked me to take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Coz, those were the words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;That I’ll never-ever say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;But I want you to know something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;My wounds don't tremble in promises,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;And my love will never cry without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Coz I’ve loved love, not you. &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/3597653743107663822-8767156679042759562?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/8767156679042759562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-that-ill-never-say.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/8767156679042759562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/8767156679042759562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2008/01/things-that-ill-never-say.html' title='Things that i&apos;ll never say'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-7404415349474545349</id><published>2008-01-21T04:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:33:04.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>The Desire to live</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;If the pleasure is more in the hunt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Than in acquisition, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;anticipitation is far more exciting,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Than fulfillment;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Then, tell me, darling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Why we always had to seek a Culmination of desire at all ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;When our melancholy in loneliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Was far more rhythmic than,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Our songs of togetherness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;And our excult in jigs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Was far more louder than,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Our screams in pain;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Then, why did we ever met &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;And danced together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;And if the road to zenith,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Rises from the trenches of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Failure,And the fruit to true love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Blooms only after being in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Despair;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Then, darling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #990000;"&gt;Why we always had a Ladder so short? &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/3597653743107663822-7404415349474545349?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7404415349474545349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2008/01/desire-to-live.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/7404415349474545349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/7404415349474545349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2008/01/desire-to-live.html' title='The Desire to live'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-6229124729319867034</id><published>2008-01-21T04:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:33:31.301-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I will forget you one day</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;It's hard to pretend now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;That your absence is my excuse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;To live life a moment more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Coz everyday in my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Presence of this deep wound,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Is my excuse to remember you some more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;But I will forget you one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;May be that wound you gave me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Would get more deeper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;And I would feel nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;It's easy to cry now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Where tears are clueless to flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;But don't touch them anymore,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;it will only make there efforts foul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;Your memories have been deceptive in despair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;One tear, one clue to our first kiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;But I will forget you one day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;May be tears will die till then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;And I won't have to pretend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;That your memories were just an excuse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&gt;To dig my wound deeper everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333;"&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/3597653743107663822-6229124729319867034?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/6229124729319867034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-will-forget-you-one-day.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/6229124729319867034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/6229124729319867034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-will-forget-you-one-day.html' title='I will forget you one day'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-2647172252387016547</id><published>2007-12-10T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:34:41.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hindi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Gazal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Raat ki just-juin thi yahi shaam se,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Maine tumhe dhup mein intzaar karte dekha hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Dhop kyun saaya hamara dhundla kar deta hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Maine jinhe subh ki fikr karte dekha hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Fikr hoti hai muje har raat iss subh ki,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Maine toh patharoin ko chandini mein pigalte dekha hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Mat picha karo taroin ka gardish raatoin mein,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Maine unnhe chaand se raasta puuchte dekha hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Kya ek chadr kafi hai hasratoin ki sardi chupane ke liye ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Maine her raat umeedoin ko barf pe jalte dekha hai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Aaj phir raat ne tufan ko bahar ka naam diya hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'lucida grande';"&gt;Maine sawan mein pyaasi nadi ko bahete dekha hai&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/3597653743107663822-2647172252387016547?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2647172252387016547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/12/gazal.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/2647172252387016547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/2647172252387016547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/12/gazal.html' title='Gazal'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-5301423478965003894</id><published>2007-10-22T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:37:48.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><title type='text'>That's my way</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears are, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My way of telling i'm smiling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A distinguished dream that resides,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In rainbows of eye,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blood is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My way of screaming i'm alive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A crimsion liquid that unfolds,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Secret of healed wound,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Silently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pain is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My screams in smiles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lonely river that coalesce,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To a dry lake,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My way of tearing blood in pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tears of blood in pain.&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/3597653743107663822-5301423478965003894?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/5301423478965003894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/10/thats-my-way.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/5301423478965003894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/5301423478965003894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/10/thats-my-way.html' title='That&apos;s my way'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-148828548430790556</id><published>2007-10-22T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:38:48.872-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>We will meet</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;If one day we don't meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'll change the very defination of love from the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;But, I know, one day we will meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Perhaps on a lonely coffe table,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Or in the streets of cities,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;But we will meet for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;For one moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;For one silence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;We will hold our past,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;And will hide our pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;To fake a smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;But we will meet for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;It wasn't you, it wasn't me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Then what made us drink this coffe ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;No questions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;No answers,Like earlier It used to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;You won't say, I won't hear,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;We would just listen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The silence of lonliness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;The speechs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;What all these years,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;We haven't understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Not a tear to complaint,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Not a HI to start again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;For a min, For a hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;But we will meet for sure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;And when that fine day we meet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I'll change my life to be with you in next lifetime.&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/3597653743107663822-148828548430790556?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/148828548430790556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-will-meet.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/148828548430790556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/148828548430790556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/10/we-will-meet.html' title='We will meet'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-7025868056721124819</id><published>2007-10-22T02:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:39:27.636-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My bests'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complex'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Drops of pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A drop of pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In pace with memories,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cry in agony of being alone,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Satted with countless grief,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I fall short in numbers,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Count 'em all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In sound of tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Resides a brutal lullaby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Screaming till dreg of pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dream couldn't have flourished,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My reality goes deaf,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hear 'em all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A nightmare in remorse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gulity of sleeping in sad lullaby,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Awakes, to bear it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drops of pain in arid,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gulity of hiding behind sad lips,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Drops, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;count 'em all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before i die and they bury me,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Gift me a broken casket,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not that i'll count my lingering breath,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not in that darkness i'll weave a dream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, with death of countless deaths,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll regain, what they call, drops of pain...&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/3597653743107663822-7025868056721124819?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/7025868056721124819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/10/drops-of-pain.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/7025868056721124819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/7025868056721124819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/10/drops-of-pain.html' title='Drops of pain'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-1941027386068505991</id><published>2007-09-21T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:37:01.975-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><title type='text'>Fuck Off- I need you no back</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I’ve been a little monster fucked up ass,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since you promised me of loving back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I won’t cry, I won’t wait, and you’ll hate this,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But just go away, I need you no back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love was so fine, but you pissed all over,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now you love the piss back, amen darling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Loop of proximity grooves makin you wet,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But fuck off, I need you no back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I stand with one motherfucking option,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Roll a bullet in my head, two in yours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enuf screwin done, don’t look in my eyes,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made me a monster, I need you no back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;69, hard strokes, Tip-Tap-Toe,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You fool, you forget that blow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Think of never loving me back,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I’m angry, I need you no back. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-1941027386068505991?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/1941027386068505991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/09/fuck-off-i-need-you-no-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/1941027386068505991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/1941027386068505991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/09/fuck-off-i-need-you-no-back.html' title='Fuck Off- I need you no back'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-496758914089376943</id><published>2007-09-21T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:40:17.696-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>In blankets Of love</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Let us roll,&lt;br /&gt;In blankets,&lt;br /&gt;Of eyelids,&lt;br /&gt;Silently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come whisper a night,&lt;br /&gt;In pillows,&lt;br /&gt;Of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Quietly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us swim,&lt;br /&gt;In deep-blue water,&lt;br /&gt;Of kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Mildly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come ride with me,&lt;br /&gt;On the curves of moon,&lt;br /&gt;Forever will we walk,&lt;br /&gt;In the twinkles of bright star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In silent eyelids,&lt;br /&gt;In quiet dreams,&lt;br /&gt;In Mild kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Let's hold the eye and dance,&lt;br /&gt;Forever in the music of night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-496758914089376943?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/496758914089376943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-blankets-of-love.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/496758914089376943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/496758914089376943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/09/in-blankets-of-love.html' title='In blankets Of love'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-5070366113116008100</id><published>2007-08-22T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:41:25.127-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Complex'/><title type='text'>Shadows of sight.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love past that way,&lt;br /&gt;In horizons of green sky,&lt;br /&gt;Where the trench of blue-water,&lt;br /&gt;Kept us alive,&lt;br /&gt;Together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the winds kept us going,&lt;br /&gt;Over the bridge &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;jumping&lt;/span&gt; bliss,&lt;br /&gt;Under the shadows of sight,&lt;br /&gt;We were sitting,&lt;br /&gt;Quite...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None could see us through,&lt;br /&gt;dreams we made inside,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting it to come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate present this way,&lt;br /&gt;In blood of black-red,&lt;br /&gt;A bleeding eye contract,&lt;br /&gt;Making us weep,&lt;br /&gt;apart...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the trench of pain still,&lt;br /&gt;Deepens &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; wound to dig,&lt;br /&gt;Another wound for a kill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;inside&lt;/span&gt; both of us,&lt;br /&gt;still....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-5070366113116008100?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/5070366113116008100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/08/shadows-of-sight.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/5070366113116008100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/5070366113116008100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/08/shadows-of-sight.html' title='Shadows of sight.'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-6265107216206839823</id><published>2007-08-21T23:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:41:59.191-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Anger'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pain'/><title type='text'>I'm Crying.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/RsveJXKzo6I/AAAAAAAAACw/kKo3O6NOIno/s1600-h/12121212212121221212.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I'm crying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;for no reason, no purpose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;No, don't try,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;For i won't smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Without&lt;/span&gt; a reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I won't even try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I wasn't unhappy then,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;But why did, that day,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;So well you had to pretend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; afraid,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;of my tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;So be it, Don't show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;You &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;aren't&lt;/span&gt; trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I'm hurt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I'm crying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I've tried,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Joy in tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;But no use,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I'm not begging,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;You won't give,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Tears of joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;With your one touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I'm hurt,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Brutally, badly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Don't say you care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Don't show you try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I've a reason,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;It will make me cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;No,please, I beg you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;I need a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;To sleep forever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;With you in it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;One touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;One night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;One pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;crying&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000099;"&gt;Again.&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/3597653743107663822-6265107216206839823?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/6265107216206839823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-crying.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/6265107216206839823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/6265107216206839823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/08/im-crying.html' title='I&apos;m Crying.'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-18413227677339033</id><published>2007-07-05T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:42:42.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Memories'/><title type='text'>I don't want to fight anymore....!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Last night i called you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;You saw the missed calls and din't called me back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;It's ok, I understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I don't want to fight anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I can pile up whole my problems,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;but i don't want you to dissovle,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;It was never ok, I don't understand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;But i don't want to fight anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;It wasn't you, It wasn't me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;But things have gone wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I can write a poem or sing a song,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;But can you read words and make things right ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;You won't say a word or listen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;That's why i don't want to fight anymore...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Next night, I won't call you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;For the fear you won't receive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Lets us move and leave &lt;strong&gt;love&lt;/strong&gt; aside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Even you don't want to fight anymore...&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/3597653743107663822-18413227677339033?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/18413227677339033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-want-to-fight-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/18413227677339033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/18413227677339033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/07/i-dont-want-to-fight-anymore.html' title='I don&apos;t want to fight anymore....!!!!'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-3123859405944944905</id><published>2007-06-29T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:43:20.326-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>Unwritten Words</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;With you by my side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I lived a life everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Now since you are gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I die a death everyday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Holding each other by waist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;And tender touches on neck,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Must have been a beautiful scene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Or love, &lt;em&gt;but now it’s over.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I have dreamt of those eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Whispering me a sleepless night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Find a reason and love me again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I’ve been dying everyday in pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;You and he holding hands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;And strolling on the cores of &lt;em&gt;bliss,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Must have been a beautiful scene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;Or love, &lt;em&gt;but I’m not there&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With you by his side&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;I, now, dream of a satisfying death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;But ever since you have gone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #f3f3f3;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’m dying to die a satisfying &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;death&lt;/em&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/3597653743107663822-3123859405944944905?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3123859405944944905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/06/unwritten-words.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/3123859405944944905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/3123859405944944905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/06/unwritten-words.html' title='Unwritten Words'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-4593113688545092906</id><published>2007-06-22T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-22T13:59:25.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In blood I never was...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/Rnw4HaSYYRI/AAAAAAAAACI/yEgHSIJNhpA/s1600-h/121212121221212.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5078996179733733650" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/Rnw4HaSYYRI/AAAAAAAAACI/yEgHSIJNhpA/s400/121212121221212.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;I thought about you today, And for the first time it wasn't about the past,or the lies, it wasn't about he hurt, or the tears, It wasn't about my broken heartor what I used to wish the future would be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;It was about the end to all that,and the beginning of a friendship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So I don't know why people say love never ends infriendship because mine for you has ...&lt;br /&gt;Can't say how I feel, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Can't tell if my heart would heal, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;butI always knew from the start I never really had your heart. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;So leave me,now before I cry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The pain's too much to say GOODBYE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;But Always remember each tearI shed is an I love you left unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;Hurtin myself gives me pleasure...reminds me of being something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;That i never was...&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/3597653743107663822-4593113688545092906?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/4593113688545092906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-blood-i-never-was.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/4593113688545092906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/4593113688545092906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-blood-i-never-was.html' title='In blood I never was...'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/Rnw4HaSYYRI/AAAAAAAAACI/yEgHSIJNhpA/s72-c/121212121221212.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-5074576666824206315</id><published>2007-06-03T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-05T01:49:50.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Broken mirror !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/RmUjk6SYYQI/AAAAAAAAACA/jjwHloPQ9sU/s1600-h/121212212.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072499672331346178" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/RmUjk6SYYQI/AAAAAAAAACA/jjwHloPQ9sU/s320/121212212.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;I looked at mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Swollen eyes, diminished dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in a fake smile,&lt;br /&gt;I spotted a fading aks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;A tear never rolled like this,&lt;br /&gt;Silently from my heart,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to cry loud.&lt;br /&gt;But I fear they will know I’m hurt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;I hadn’t slept for years.&lt;br /&gt;Like a baby I once used to.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday a dream fades away.&lt;br /&gt;In the drying waves of crystal ships&lt;/span&gt;…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;A tear dead dropped,&lt;br /&gt;Never looked at me back,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind a haversack of pain.&lt;br /&gt;No smile has ever grown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;One day, I’ll sleep for years.&lt;br /&gt;Holding a broken mirror of dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in a fake smile.&lt;br /&gt;They will spot a fading tear… &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/3597653743107663822-5074576666824206315?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/RmUjk6SYYQI/AAAAAAAAACA/jjwHloPQ9sU/s72-c/121212212.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-532170010116891128</id><published>2007-05-27T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T14:43:52.103-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Happy'/><title type='text'>Is she pregnant again ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;"Darling, isn't my love true to you ?&lt;br /&gt;"Bastard, what will we do with this ?&lt;br /&gt;I looked at her balloon tummy,&lt;br /&gt;That chemist,&lt;br /&gt;5 ruppy condom,&lt;br /&gt;5 1/2 minutes&lt;br /&gt;"Darling, keep a name for it"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O god, pregnent again !&lt;br /&gt;I guess eve's bite from apple of knowledge&lt;br /&gt;was a dept women were doomed to pay till eternity.&lt;br /&gt;"Darling, you need a apple ? &lt;br /&gt;"That raised middle finger meant NO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to a doctor, again.&lt;br /&gt;Same old doc in "batra enclave".&lt;br /&gt;Is she pregnent again ?&lt;br /&gt;"No doc, it's just the weight that she gained"&lt;br /&gt;OT, red-light and all gone.&lt;br /&gt;Thnkx god, mommy dsn't know.&lt;br /&gt;and yeah, some loves arn't true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more experiments with body,&lt;br /&gt;NO more testing of holdin power.&lt;br /&gt;"Darling, let's have dinner tonight. &lt;br /&gt;"Bastard, I know what you serve at night.&lt;br /&gt;She hanged up.&lt;br /&gt;That night,&lt;br /&gt;A cup of bournvita,&lt;br /&gt;My true love.&lt;br /&gt;My true pain.&lt;br /&gt;Finger crossed, &lt;br /&gt;makin wish&lt;br /&gt;Whatever god,&lt;br /&gt;"But not pregnent again" !!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-532170010116891128?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/532170010116891128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-she-pregnant-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/532170010116891128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/532170010116891128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/05/is-she-pregnant-again.html' title='Is she pregnant again 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ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Neither the sailor nor the ship knew the pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;How waves hammer standing crips...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;To the coast came that wave,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Crying along with a crip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Cries haunted coast too,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For he knew could have been that ship...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Coast and wave are no friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;For coast kisses smooth sailing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And waves hammer sinking ship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Beneath the ocean does she rest now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She paid for trusting wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;If she could rest on that coast,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;She couldn't have felt the imperfect pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-2966379979966885563?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2966379979966885563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/boat-that-never-sailed.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/2966379979966885563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/RhwcSl2r-aI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q4eNDT2FisU/s1600-h/qwqwqwqwqww.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051943987727563170" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/RhwcSl2r-aI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q4eNDT2FisU/s200/qwqwqwqwqww.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you could have been with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I would have drawn you a bit closer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A bit close to see how it feels to live without your breathe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;How it feels to search the same face that i used to see the whole day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;With each moment that passed by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The wound you gave me gets deeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Those sleepless night are now filled with tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Tears mended in sweet touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Those sweet touches, Song we sang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;The dance...hymns in lone darkness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When i had you, i had my life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;My world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You said you will come in my arms,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Swinging like seasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I fought with my own to have you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I love you and i don't know what i will be doing without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;I can't survive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;This is me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You left me in and went ahead on middle way...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You 'll miles ahead with sun n stars, under the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Move ahead without showing me a star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A star what could have been with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You left, yes you did, i don't know why ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;May be I'm a liar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;But I'll stay where i was all these years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;Cause i have never known, nor do i want...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;To take a step without you in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I confess, it's a fake smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;i haven't travelled, it's a fake mile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am not begging you to come back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Neither can i draw you close.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But i still love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And i don't know what i will be doing whole my life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Without you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-5569629148243131475?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/5569629148243131475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/confession-of-fake-smile.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/5569629148243131475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/5569629148243131475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/confession-of-fake-smile.html' title='Confession of a fake smile'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/RhwcSl2r-aI/AAAAAAAAABg/Q4eNDT2FisU/s72-c/qwqwqwqwqww.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-8109196274504251120</id><published>2007-04-10T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T05:30:56.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Too much to ask for</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Times when things used to go wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When everything seems right,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;How seasons turn dark overnight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When sun sparkled so bright...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;All alone in pain,crying in rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A shed was all i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt; for !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The things I thought you'd never know about me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Were the things I guess you always understood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The fights that came and went still itch me deep inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But i guess you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;never&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;realised&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; d way u should...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A chocolate hug a toy kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A glass of milk with motherhood bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A loving hand was all i &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt; for !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Smile among the tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Joy among the fears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Demanding for your support in clashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You think that's too much &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt; for !!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Life turned sour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Soul churned in flour&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; spoon of sugar i begged for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You think that's too much to ask for !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A candle in dark i asked for&lt;/span&gt; ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You thought that's too much too ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Things i thought were for me sure,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But how,u &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;snatched&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;silenced&lt;/span&gt; flask&lt;br /&gt;You thought that's too much that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;asking&lt;/span&gt; for !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-8109196274504251120?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/8109196274504251120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-much-to-ask-for.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/8109196274504251120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/8109196274504251120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/too-much-to-ask-for.html' title='Too much to ask for'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-4775857426708435278</id><published>2007-04-08T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T12:03:47.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/Rhk8ZANFwPI/AAAAAAAAABA/69d3IsYUeZ4/s1600-h/saasasasasas.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5051134857322021106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/Rhk8ZANFwPI/AAAAAAAAABA/69d3IsYUeZ4/s320/saasasasasas.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/Rhk7NwNFwNI/AAAAAAAAAAw/1bVD9CkwXe4/s1600-h/saasasasasas.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You came and you went&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;they say you will never came back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how can i stop expecting you from coming back tomorrow.... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;when i know am living with all those lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how can i stop lying with people..... ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;when i know truth is there's no tomorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I still live as if you are here by me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;feel the pain despite all those rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;and ask eyes not to blink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that u might not sight away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you know why i still beg moon to wait a bit more ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you know why i tell tears to not to flow much ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you know why my heart still doesn't breathe &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;coz i love you !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The time you hold my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;time flew like sand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you know why i still remember those promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;coz i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;no i don't cry these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;because now i have found the ways&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;the stars still laugh on us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;how we promised and made a fool of them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;you know why i hate being called sweetheart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;coz i love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;coz i love you, that's y i don't sleep with lights turned on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;coz i love you, that's why i don't feel the warmth of seasons....&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/3597653743107663822-4775857426708435278?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/4775857426708435278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/because-of-you.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/4775857426708435278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/4775857426708435278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/because-of-you.html' title='Because of you.'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UteAEo7SBl8/Rhk8ZANFwPI/AAAAAAAAABA/69d3IsYUeZ4/s72-c/saasasasasas.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-3334878091341094302</id><published>2007-04-08T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:54:32.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why a poem in this blog ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Loads of cute poems,&lt;br /&gt;On the back of my 11th bio book&lt;br /&gt;Every word encrypted with my pain,&lt;br /&gt;Secretly, under the 3rd drawer, no one to look…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try to shed tears from my pen,&lt;br /&gt;In lonely corner I write, without her…for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted some verses,&lt;br /&gt;They asked,” You loved someone truly, ryt?”&lt;br /&gt;I deny… I’m kool.&lt;br /&gt;But, I ask myself sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;They understand, nobody’s fool&lt;br /&gt;Each word of that poem I wrote yells…&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved you truly…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you ever read my 11th bio book?&lt;br /&gt;Or in ‘addictedsam.blogspot.com’, will you care to look?&lt;br /&gt;Then why do I write them?&lt;br /&gt;Am I showing-off my pain, my sufferings?&lt;br /&gt;Probably yes, May be no…&lt;br /&gt;But my pen just can’t hold back…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I die darling, would you even know?&lt;br /&gt;A sharp knife, poison or a hammer blow,&lt;br /&gt;Will you even care to look at the blood?&lt;br /&gt;Was it your name written or colour red…&lt;br /&gt;You will forget it in a day,&lt;br /&gt;And I the only one who feels this way,&lt;br /&gt;Should I write one more poem?&lt;br /&gt;On the back of my torn bio book. Yes, I’ll…&lt;br /&gt;You will never read it, never feel it&lt;br /&gt;But I can always admire myself,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what they say, you say&lt;br /&gt;Everyday,&lt;br /&gt;I knowI have loved you more than&lt;br /&gt;my poem can say…..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-3334878091341094302?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/3334878091341094302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-poem-in-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/3334878091341094302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/3334878091341094302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/why-poem-in-this-blog.html' title='Why a poem in this blog ?'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-2447446312556393577</id><published>2007-04-08T01:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T01:42:06.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive i was, Alive i'm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I’ll never walk with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You might leave n walk ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As a statue can’t I stand either, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I’ll move, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;alone I was, alone I’m…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Though dark does this way may seem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You might want ‘us’ to lit the lantern,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But,I’ll never walk with you again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You might burn me and walk ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As ash can’t I rest either,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I’ll reincarnate,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Alive I was, Alive I’m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;They say it’s all about walking together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In love, along the beach, in the bliss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Then why am I walking alone ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;In insecurities, along the pain, in the dust…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A haversack of tears I carry mended in lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Some bleeding dreams dance in my flaxen eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Though entangled in web this way may seem,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You may want ‘us’ to ax the mushy greens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But,I’ll never walk with you again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You might incise me and walk ahead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;As a beef can’t I bleed either,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I’ll re-join&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;One I was, One I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-2447446312556393577?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/2447446312556393577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/alive-i-was-alive-im.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/2447446312556393577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/2447446312556393577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/alive-i-was-alive-im.html' title='Alive i was, Alive i&apos;m'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3597653743107663822.post-1427166044270927554</id><published>2007-04-07T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T13:02:38.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Eye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Each day, you pass this way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I held myself, not a word that I say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Your wet eyes scythed my reflection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Word are scuzzy that pass this way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You say you are happy, doing fine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I dint ask, I don’t mind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amazing, how u lie with that broken eye…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That day, I said “I love you”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Fingers crossed, you said “Me too”,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Amazing, how you captured me with a broken eye…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you pass by me, I’ll say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;But would u even stay?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;No you won’t, so what! I won’t cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;A tear will roll down; neither in eyes will he stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You are happy, I’m fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Pass my way no more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I won’t look, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;that broken eye, not anymore. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3597653743107663822-1427166044270927554?l=addictedsam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/feeds/1427166044270927554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/broken-eye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/1427166044270927554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3597653743107663822/posts/default/1427166044270927554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://addictedsam.blogspot.com/2007/04/broken-eye.html' title='Broken Eye'/><author><name>Samrat</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14704472068661546440</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-77k46iRyOb8/TxUSnSL7-pI/AAAAAAAAA2o/QPPre88ODNs/s220/Photo0798.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
