tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-380624562026-08-19T21:49:36.709-07:00Uninterrupted black nights, the stars dare not shine...All I can do is write...Rujutahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208917027859968449noreply@blogger.comBlogger10125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38062456.post-60259399907843143202011-11-03T10:07:00.000-07:002011-11-03T10:07:29.969-07:00<br /> Every time you walk away, I struggle to breathe<br /> You take a bit of my life every time you leave...<br /> <br /> Every time I think I'm done, that I won't go on more<br /> I can't go on more<br /> <br /> Every time that thing called hope, it loans me one last lease...<br /> <br /> <br />Rujutahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208917027859968449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38062456.post-33707442908370448072011-07-30T05:55:00.000-07:002011-07-30T05:55:12.052-07:00<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"> <div closure_uid_7bmtit="78"> Walking down the winding road, I reached a well, that showed me what I left behind. All the people I cared about, all the people who wanted something, who gave something, all the people who once walked with me on this unending journey. I shed a silent tear, and it rippled in the well,&nbsp;and showed me all the roads ahead.</div> <div closure_uid_7bmtit="78"> <br /></div> <div closure_uid_7bmtit="78"> &nbsp;And then a slight wind troubled the image, and it shattered into a million pieces, and all I could see was me....</div> </div> Rujutahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208917027859968449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38062456.post-27703385186171409572010-03-12T09:37:00.000-08:002010-03-12T09:37:36.385-08:00Shackled by faith, bound by respect, <br /> Love is a barbed fence<br /> You&nbsp;see&nbsp;your sky&nbsp;of freedom, limitless and inviting<br /> Can an emotion be so strong, that you forget your bloodied wings<br /> and everytime you see beyond, you flutter them again, <br /> just to get pulled to bits by a thousand loving hands.Rujutahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208917027859968449noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38062456.post-45506518134985941042007-08-20T11:05:00.000-07:002007-08-20T11:06:17.357-07:00<span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;">Sometimes the destruction we leave behind cannot be justified by moments of happiness that lead to it <br /></span></span>Rujutahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208917027859968449noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38062456.post-63242583144032717842007-06-11T02:37:00.001-07:002007-06-11T02:38:30.020-07:00When does the occupation stop and the obsession start?Rujutahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208917027859968449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38062456.post-14397016257905854992007-01-18T11:51:00.000-08:002007-01-18T11:53:58.406-08:00A car...at a speed of 200 kmph...a deadend at 1 km...<br />Hardly a quantitative question...Rujutahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208917027859968449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38062456.post-59291682924974528932006-12-27T14:38:00.000-08:002006-12-27T14:41:36.377-08:00Do you draw a line if you are addicted to going over the edge??Rujutahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208917027859968449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38062456.post-20444819573409772202006-12-25T09:09:00.000-08:002006-12-25T09:16:10.004-08:00Shadows leap out at night time...nights are the most irrational part of the day, the fears and inconsistencies just seem so unreal and stupid in the bright light of morning, but they exist all the same....so what is reality? The flicker of doom in the dark or the hopeful sunlight...Rujutahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208917027859968449noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38062456.post-59449419323816653422006-12-19T15:30:00.001-08:002006-12-19T15:30:27.708-08:00It’s difficult to give up….when you don’t live by algorithms…Rujutahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208917027859968449noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38062456.post-1166201198855166122006-12-15T08:46:00.000-08:002006-12-15T08:46:38.866-08:00Why do people spend most part of their lives explaining themselves to others?Rujutahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14208917027859968449noreply@blogger.com1