<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' 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-7370578</id><updated>2024-03-06T23:17:51.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Insane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default?alt=atom'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default?alt=atom&amp;start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-2124954846433114605</id><published>2007-07-31T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:22:25.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Tomorrow and Beyond</title><content type='html'>Within the madness of the days,&lt;br /&gt;Something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Even if its just a tender hope,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it in a sweet voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The troubles of yesterday defines,&lt;br /&gt;What may be to what may not be.&lt;br /&gt;The person moulded for tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Corrupted yet polished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;Your honour Silent and Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let not be taken for a ride,&lt;br /&gt;Often been told over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Yet kindness wishes to see,&lt;br /&gt;Only the good in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fires will burn and leave scars,&lt;br /&gt;Love will end and leave memories, &lt;br /&gt;Fear will seize and leave stories,&lt;br /&gt;Honour will rise and fall only with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;Your honour Silent and Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the many paths to one truth,&lt;br /&gt;Honour will value the most. &lt;br /&gt;No gold, no diamonds nor loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;Compare to the beauty and flair of honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As memories fade and faces around change,&lt;br /&gt;know that you will be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Even if its in a little silent prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Never a tear to wash away the pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;Your honour Silent and Loud.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/2124954846433114605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/2124954846433114605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-tomorrow-and-beyond.html' title='For Tomorrow and Beyond'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-8593681723903860896</id><published>2007-05-04T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:28:02.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Affairs</title><content type='html'>This spring weekend, &lt;br /&gt;As the fragrance of Romance &amp; Passion fill the day, &lt;br /&gt;Its time for the affairs of the heart to be renewed;&lt;br /&gt;The whispers in the air all around you,&lt;br /&gt;Are my words of love to you!</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/8593681723903860896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/8593681723903860896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2007/05/spring-affairs.html' title='Spring Affairs'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-7250112977864157203</id><published>2007-04-19T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:45:45.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I to be the one..?</title><content type='html'>Am I to be the one..? To hold you in arms&lt;br /&gt;To grow and to wither ,&lt;br /&gt;In the storms we are to face,&lt;br /&gt;And the smiles we are to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world where hate prevails,&lt;br /&gt;When a person rarely finds his other;&lt;br /&gt;I found you among the many thorns,&lt;br /&gt;My rose, my wondrous source of lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mischievous sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;I bow my head down to your love.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes behold your face,&lt;br /&gt;The teasing words reveal your truth inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here just a picture,&lt;br /&gt;I forget your oppressions;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at your ecstatic eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see only your radiant love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The affairs of passion adjust,&lt;br /&gt;When consciousness meets unconsciousness&lt;br /&gt;Like every person knows when he meets his other&lt;br /&gt;I now know my heart has met it&#39;s match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes crave for you alone,&lt;br /&gt;Still I ponder, Am I to be the one..?&lt;br /&gt;The one who isn&#39;t found despite finding,&lt;br /&gt;To be the one lost to into the wilderness beyond.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/7250112977864157203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/7250112977864157203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-i-to-be-one.html' title='Am I to be the one..?'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-1641821955269516146</id><published>2007-02-24T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:03:06.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Girl</title><content type='html'>Hours past midnight and still looking into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Moving to the beats with her arms between mine,&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly interrupted by the dawn of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life took over with a single ray,&lt;br /&gt;Memories of the dancing girl,&lt;br /&gt;The night faded away like tequila shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar strings stop in haste,&lt;br /&gt;Dancing shoes slow down their pace,&lt;br /&gt;The keyboards here no longer play my tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait in thirst for the spark of night,&lt;br /&gt;To dance again with my love,&lt;br /&gt;An addiction so fond for me to lose.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/1641821955269516146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/1641821955269516146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2007/02/dancing-girl.html' title='Dancing Girl'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-116654952627087222</id><published>2006-12-19T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T09:16:54.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited Dreams</title><content type='html'>Temptations, these temporary limitations,&lt;br /&gt;An elevation of my many dissolutions,&lt;br /&gt;In a mind with a life in own,&lt;br /&gt;A dream so far away from reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Words collide - Passions fly &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Logics collide - science overtakes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Visions collide - Art engulfs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love collides - hate outshines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wicked or weird the callings of the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Fallen or risen from our unknown maker,&lt;br /&gt;A life to live if not but a dream, &lt;br /&gt;Heaven and earth but all the same.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116654952627087222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116654952627087222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/12/limited-dreams.html' title='Limited Dreams'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-116365867325140034</id><published>2006-11-15T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:44:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Untamed</title><content type='html'>Love holds no pleasure for those untamed, &lt;br /&gt;It’s a parasite, spreading disease and hungry to kill.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Spreading filth in a beautiful world,&lt;br /&gt;Truly inspired and defined by unfeigned lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear holds no grounds for those untamed, &lt;br /&gt;Their fury burns any spirit that may rise.&lt;br /&gt;Fear, Liberating those very hopelessly lost souls, &lt;br /&gt;Disguised and living in search of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith holds no purpose for those untamed,&lt;br /&gt;And luck is for those frightfully ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;Faith, Too confused to know evil from good,&lt;br /&gt;Wandering night and day, among the breathing dead.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116365867325140034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116365867325140034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-those-untamed.html' title='For Those Untamed'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-116145431213507141</id><published>2006-10-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:11:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Nights</title><content type='html'>Tonight to tomorrow, every night, sundown to sunrise;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate life...in all its form, in all its name. &lt;br /&gt;There is no tomorrow if there is not a today,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is gonna stay the same as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;This Life is all you got, to call to your own; so live..&lt;br /&gt;Live tonight to tomorrow, every night; sundown to sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Call the days with its names; the nights are all the same,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more certain than tonight before another tomorrow.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116145431213507141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116145431213507141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-nights.html' title='To The Nights'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-116098804158148150</id><published>2006-10-16T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:40:53.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doors</title><content type='html'>All around in circles and squares,&lt;br /&gt;In every laughter, in every pain,&lt;br /&gt;These battered souls search for their doors,&lt;br /&gt;With the unmarked key, in search of their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is not anywhere they hang their hats,&lt;br /&gt;It may not even be through the door up the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;The hollow key they hold, shows no map, no signs,&lt;br /&gt;Nor do their minds in this comic suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excluded from their waiting nest,&lt;br /&gt;They seek pleasure in flesh and sweat,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning away their emotions one by one,&lt;br /&gt;In a web of illusions they call out their truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangled with riddles of love,&lt;br /&gt;Lust, fear, pleasure and all they call life,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting their search, forgetting the doors,&lt;br /&gt;That take them back to their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing not any longer one from the other,&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the lights of life,&lt;br /&gt;These ghosts run in circles and square,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to look beyond themselves.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116098804158148150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116098804158148150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/10/doors.html' title='Doors'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-115440854724790589</id><published>2006-07-31T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:02:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shadow to Love</title><content type='html'>Feels like I have been out here forever,&lt;br /&gt;Awake all day and all night,&lt;br /&gt;Drifting with the voices in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing not if today is a dream or reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value lesser this new world around me ,&lt;br /&gt;Its words, Its ways, Its desires,&lt;br /&gt;A crypt holding dear my insanity,&lt;br /&gt;Untouched by the madness surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaten down by the routine of days,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams mount higher than clouds high above,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ahead into the light,&lt;br /&gt;I look for the darkness to clear my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget how it felt to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;As I give away move than this world demands,&lt;br /&gt;I fade slowly into the brightness all around,&lt;br /&gt;With not a shadow near to hold my name.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/115440854724790589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/115440854724790589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/07/shadow-to-love.html' title='A Shadow to Love'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-115234556969240510</id><published>2006-07-08T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:01:43.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In All Dreams to Come</title><content type='html'>I preach tonight, like the many before me;&lt;br /&gt;Without a candle to see my face,&lt;br /&gt;With only one message to be told:&lt;br /&gt;‘Silence! my fellow beings,&lt;br /&gt;Is in all your dreams to come&#39;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights speaks lesser tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Of the lessons forgotten so very soon,&lt;br /&gt;The heads turn away and the smiles grow slim,&lt;br /&gt;Words of passion, Words of honor, words in all,&lt;br /&gt;Heard less strong in a weakening dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good times; always another reach away,&lt;br /&gt;Enough no longer an option,&lt;br /&gt;As whispers fill shadows with expectations,&lt;br /&gt;Entertained by desires once condemned,&lt;br /&gt;Unfolding into a final disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights to go, the dreams to stay,&lt;br /&gt;Count not up, count not down,&lt;br /&gt;For nobody is sane, it’s been told:&lt;br /&gt;‘Silence! my fellow beings,&lt;br /&gt;Is in all your dreams to come&#39;.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/115234556969240510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/115234556969240510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-all-dreams-to-come.html' title='In All Dreams to Come'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114944283540322032</id><published>2006-06-04T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:45:27.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Staring into the hill tops far ahead,&lt;br /&gt;She sat, reticent, on the leather seat.&lt;br /&gt;While the traffic in the background buzzed on,&lt;br /&gt;She shifted in hope to a more comfortable position.&lt;br /&gt;As time stood still in conscience,&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts refused to wane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a slow relaxed motion, she reached out,&lt;br /&gt;Held my hands in a gentle grasp.&lt;br /&gt;“Ti voglio bene&quot; She mumbled in her accented Italian, &lt;br /&gt;Then receded back into her deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Even the loud music glaring from the car stereo,&lt;br /&gt;Now seemed distant as those hill tops up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her trance broke, trying to focus, she forced a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty unparallel, that innocence said all.&lt;br /&gt;I forced my eyes back onto the road,&lt;br /&gt;The road up ahead now looked very different.&lt;br /&gt;Headed for our separate destinations somewhere far away,&lt;br /&gt;Silence spread around, in our minds into our thoughts.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114944283540322032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114944283540322032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/06/distant-thoughts.html' title='Distant Thoughts'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114912027499486790</id><published>2006-05-31T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T07:46:36.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable</title><content type='html'>I&#39;m tempted to take this plunge,&lt;br /&gt;Could be my most spectacular failure yet. &lt;br /&gt;This was not by any given choice,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really chooses who they fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll bet my everything on a single possibility,&lt;br /&gt;If she loves me, she will say she does.&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s hard to determine what emotions are valid, &lt;br /&gt;How they&#39;re justified or when they&#39;re just mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad decision inevitably leads to another,&lt;br /&gt;Yet one good one rarely to another.&lt;br /&gt;I search for words to fill the emotions,&lt;br /&gt;I wait for her love to share my feelings.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114912027499486790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114912027499486790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/05/inevitable_31.html' title='Inevitable'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114474510444291055</id><published>2006-04-11T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T01:49:58.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song For The Unknowns</title><content type='html'>In the witching hour when only the devil listens,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and I think of me.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts splitting the amazing wave,&lt;br /&gt;Racing and riding the coming darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It&#39;s been long since it happened last,&lt;br /&gt;Indulgence into my body and mind.&lt;br /&gt;As others detach from everything around,&lt;br /&gt;I unite into the surroundings hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminding myself not to forget the questions,&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for what I am to correct?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing well there is nothing here, &lt;br /&gt;But the thoughts hidden in others minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into midnight as sanity sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;Ask aloud for my madness and I shall show,&lt;br /&gt;Mystical and deep, you&#39;ll be touched,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I call it wisdom..Sometimes poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as rhythm sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;I shall sing in praise of all the unknowns,&lt;br /&gt;Behind the shadows and in the light,&lt;br /&gt;Calling it a song riddled in fear.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114474510444291055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114474510444291055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/04/song-for-unknowns.html' title='A Song For The Unknowns'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114425795060827477</id><published>2006-04-05T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T17:14:01.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>Reality , such a myth&lt;br /&gt;Hidden deep within realms,&lt;br /&gt;Open to minds of only the insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything told and everything to be told,&lt;br /&gt;Everything held and everything to be held,&lt;br /&gt;Makes no dent on this hidden myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such cruelty, in the name of reality,&lt;br /&gt;A false sense of security,&lt;br /&gt;A broken sense of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real to none but its own reality,&lt;br /&gt;Living up to its own myth,&lt;br /&gt;Its stands like truth yet to be understood.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114425795060827477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114425795060827477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/04/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114362933984807107</id><published>2006-03-29T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:31:04.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Memories of the many beginnings,&lt;br /&gt;Some we remember, some we don&#39;t.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the old vanishing angles,&lt;br /&gt;New circles and new functions arise,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for none , not even the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New boundaries to many questions,&lt;br /&gt;Going on and on like a storm,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking all that seemed clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No signs of decline,&lt;br /&gt;In your head, nor in mine.&lt;br /&gt;So then what&#39;s to fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New beginnings are here to hold&lt;br /&gt;Some we remember, some we won&#39;t.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114362933984807107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114362933984807107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/03/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114327396767740138</id><published>2006-03-25T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:07:12.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tilted</title><content type='html'>I sit on my chair,&lt;br /&gt;My head tilted to the left,&lt;br /&gt;Opening my eyes to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to whats seen right,&lt;br /&gt;I ponder about everything,&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I have met in the past months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand their words.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand their hurdles.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand their truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet somewhere in my future,&lt;br /&gt;Is an answer I hope to understand.&lt;br /&gt;The time beats faster than my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Here I wait to hold my chance .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on my chair,&lt;br /&gt;My head tilted to the left.&lt;br /&gt;Shutting my eyes to the light.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114327396767740138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114327396767740138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/03/tilted.html' title='Tilted'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113830022944304665</id><published>2006-01-26T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:26:54.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>Moments of confusion, in and around,&lt;br /&gt;Stacked up higher and higher, above the other,&lt;br /&gt;All came rolling down, in one little tear drop,&lt;br /&gt;As her voice broke with a pinch of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to find her own stand, &lt;br /&gt;Abstract to all those things combined, &lt;br /&gt;Her intentions, her emotions, her memories ,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing against those morning, waking all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceptions of my human mind, &lt;br /&gt;Those from her words spoken in such trust, &lt;br /&gt;Some strange feelings, some others even stranger, &lt;br /&gt;Left me holding her on closer than ever.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113830022944304665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113830022944304665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113640088842784149</id><published>2006-01-04T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T08:59:37.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strokes</title><content type='html'>I am plagued with the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Living and breathing, waiting for reality,&lt;br /&gt;To magically appear, from under my nose,&lt;br /&gt;And set aside a fear, that’s only in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limited by the stroke of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I write these words in paragraphs,&lt;br /&gt;Beginning, middle and end,&lt;br /&gt;Already set deep in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&#39;ll move to breaking down the scenes,&lt;br /&gt;Those that are crucial, for my preaching insanity,&lt;br /&gt;Going back through to connect the dots,&lt;br /&gt;Only to abandon it, thirty words into my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing said, nothing to be said,&lt;br /&gt;This is my new plan,&lt;br /&gt;Thus far, it is not working,&lt;br /&gt;But all is well here, this is another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/strokes&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;strokes&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113640088842784149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113640088842784149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/strokes.html' title='Strokes'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113514471213940944</id><published>2005-12-20T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T09:00:13.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilder Days</title><content type='html'>Childish in my wilder days,&lt;br /&gt;I had wished for this ghost girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who walked down my school hall,&lt;br /&gt;Haunting my every day since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost that I knew,&lt;br /&gt;Who never answered my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if she was always wishing,&lt;br /&gt;A way to find her a ghost boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I know,&lt;br /&gt;In the many years in between,&lt;br /&gt;It was I who haunted her there,&lt;br /&gt;With my boyish arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went away without a whisper,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me looking inside a portal,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what it would have been like,&lt;br /&gt;Had I been the ghost boy she desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated by this beautiful ghost ,&lt;br /&gt;I ran alone the miles and miles ahead,&lt;br /&gt;Counting those memories never made,&lt;br /&gt;Molding myself into the man today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://technorati.com/tag/wilder+days&quot; rel=&quot;tag&quot;&gt;wilder days&lt;/a&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113514471213940944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113514471213940944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/wilder-days.html' title='Wilder Days'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113449975027192210</id><published>2005-12-13T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:55:37.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be More Than Whats To Be</title><content type='html'>Today, I am what you see&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am what I dream.&lt;br /&gt;My stream, My being.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday to today,&lt;br /&gt;On my way to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am to be a better form,&lt;br /&gt;To be more than whats to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this enterprise of my own,&lt;br /&gt;The emotions that I learn.&lt;br /&gt;My rules, My destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Superior to one,&lt;br /&gt;Inferior to none&lt;br /&gt;I am to be a better form,&lt;br /&gt;To be more than whats to be.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113449975027192210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113449975027192210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-be-more-than-whats-to-be.html' title='To Be More Than Whats To Be'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113409449728192243</id><published>2005-12-08T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:15:52.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Tunes</title><content type='html'>Memories faint struggling to surface,&lt;br /&gt;In all its turns, insane tunes,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it will ever be heard,&lt;br /&gt;In a voice I wish to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name is back in the air, &lt;br /&gt;All around me and in my head,&lt;br /&gt;The unspoken tunes from my youth,&lt;br /&gt;Ringing with that certain grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soft silence in my reality,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden feelings of unspoken times,&lt;br /&gt;My hands drumming away words,&lt;br /&gt;Never to be written , Never to be heard.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113409449728192243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113409449728192243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/unspoken-tunes.html' title='Unspoken Tunes'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113318932713714376</id><published>2005-11-28T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:28:24.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>As I sit here now,&lt;br /&gt;I can smell your fragrance,&lt;br /&gt;In the air behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I search for those perfect words,&lt;br /&gt;And the strength to say them aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw down your love once,&lt;br /&gt;It fell hard, as would anything else,&lt;br /&gt;Disfiguring and disappearing,&lt;br /&gt;I walked away on a foggy night,&lt;br /&gt;As the winds changed tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could leave you,&lt;br /&gt;justified it I try with many a crazy reasons,&lt;br /&gt;Yet on that rainy night when insanity struck,&lt;br /&gt;I rode off into the night, into my darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Deaf to the many voices in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you always teasing:&lt;br /&gt;My eyes spoke the truth,&lt;br /&gt;On those little times they ever spoke.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your innocent touch,&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here falling deeper into my ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words I then spoke aloud: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from me before I turn,&lt;br /&gt;Save our love and all that you trust,&lt;br /&gt;Let it remain as pure as it be,&lt;br /&gt;Your love that I once misplaced,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t push it down for another fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if you must,&lt;br /&gt;For I deserve a repute not such,&lt;br /&gt;Your love that breeze so strong,&lt;br /&gt;Has a place forever in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t push it down for another fall.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113318932713714376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113318932713714376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/11/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113169432714628135</id><published>2005-11-10T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:26:35.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Melody</title><content type='html'>On a rainy night, with silent melody,&lt;br /&gt;I, shatter like glass,&lt;br /&gt;Into a million glitters,&lt;br /&gt;Spreading sparks into the dim sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain beat them down, &lt;br /&gt;Taking me closer into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this hinge of my unity,&lt;br /&gt;I seek separation;&lt;br /&gt;Of the mind,&lt;br /&gt;From the bonds of my body.&lt;br /&gt;Of the silence, &lt;br /&gt;From the depth of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising like a cloud, with silent melody, &lt;br /&gt;I, to the sands above the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Closer to that midnight sun,&lt;br /&gt;Away from good and evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise to my place hidden,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the holds of sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this hinge of my insanity,&lt;br /&gt;I seek union;&lt;br /&gt;Of the thought,&lt;br /&gt;To the signs of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Of the faith, &lt;br /&gt;To the depth of my knowledge.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113169432714628135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113169432714628135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/11/silent-melody.html' title='Silent Melody'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113108672513620438</id><published>2005-11-03T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:38:41.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Within</title><content type='html'>Holding on to that treasure, &lt;br /&gt;As your eyes hit upon mine, &lt;br /&gt;The beauty this picture holds,&lt;br /&gt;I wish so to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words that are held back, &lt;br /&gt;Those that i wish to sound, &lt;br /&gt;Breaking free from within&lt;br /&gt;Spreading love into my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fury your eyes seek, &lt;br /&gt;Cutting deep into my mind, &lt;br /&gt;To witness such insanity, &lt;br /&gt;In a picture unreal to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those thoughts so seek,&lt;br /&gt;Spread your lips into a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free from within&lt;br /&gt;Spreading love into my name.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113108672513620438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113108672513620438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/11/picture-within.html' title='A Picture Within'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112966729777559912</id><published>2005-10-18T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:12:08.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Unforgetful</title><content type='html'>Sweetness on earth,&lt;br /&gt;My rarest sight no more,&lt;br /&gt;Your presence as pleasure grows,&lt;br /&gt;In all my seven rhymes,&lt;br /&gt;Never a touch so virtuous,&lt;br /&gt;So unforgetful to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words, these words, &lt;br /&gt;Worlds not mere words, &lt;br /&gt;Parading mystery riddled in love, &lt;br /&gt;Pleasant words that burn, &lt;br /&gt;Brighter than your beaming smile, &lt;br /&gt;So unforgetful to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only delight to the perfect mind,&lt;br /&gt;Flavored with modesty and benignant grace,&lt;br /&gt;Affection with a tint of fear,&lt;br /&gt;In an earth burdened by your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;My arms proud to hold in yours,&lt;br /&gt;So unforgetful to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards a future beyond today,&lt;br /&gt;Of the many paths unseen to my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As darkness awaits the failing light,&lt;br /&gt;I stop to reflect my wealth,&lt;br /&gt;The love beaming through your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;So unforgetful to my senses.</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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