<?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-5715625153743045902</id><updated>2024-11-01T03:52:56.610-07:00</updated><category term="life"/><category term="conflict"/><category term="emotions"/><category term="confusion"/><category term="dream"/><category term="love"/><category term="reality"/><category term="bad"/><category term="choices"/><category term="cry"/><category term="darkness"/><category term="decision"/><category term="dellusion"/><category term="divine"/><category term="emotionless"/><category term="escape"/><category term="eyes"/><category term="fresh"/><category term="friends"/><category term="friendship"/><category term="goals"/><category term="good"/><category term="harsh"/><category term="hate"/><category term="heart"/><category term="hold back"/><category term="human"/><category term="humans"/><category term="innocence"/><category term="introspection"/><category term="irony"/><category term="laugh"/><category term="live"/><category term="moments"/><category term="precious"/><category term="questioning."/><category term="realisation"/><category term="realise"/><category term="run away"/><category term="sadist"/><category term="sadness"/><category term="self love"/><category term="silences"/><category term="struggle"/><category term="suck"/><category term="tears"/><category term="thoughts"/><category term="trust"/><category term="understanding"/><category term="wait"/><category term="water"/><category term="winds"/><category term="world"/><title type='text'>Solitude Gossips</title><subtitle type='html'>Because I write whenever inspiration hits me. I derive from my thoughts, feelings,surroundings, my loved ones and anything that has the ability to move me and make an impact on my mind and heart. When that happens, my words flow from my soul.&#xa;My writing are me. My life and everything that I cannot speak.&#xa;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-5084321404677045145</id><published>2016-02-16T06:25:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2016-02-16T06:25:49.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a Silent Corner of My Mind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I often wonder whether we are to blame ourselves for all the problems that come our way or our stars? Is it the lack of luck or just pure dedication and the courage to dream and not stop till you get somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;What defines a man&#39;s struggle? Whether the constant need to win yet losing or seeing the less deserving get everything in life?&lt;br /&gt;
I can&#39;t fathom what leads a man to be so negative that he forgets what an amazing person he is. Phoenix rises from the ashes, lotuses grow in muck, people lose their limbs and their lives to deadly diseases while we crib over just a few speed breakers life sets out on our path. I don&#39;t want to see people quit just because they have been fighting for too long. What if one more try was their last try?&lt;br /&gt;What if one last attempt got someone their dream job and what if live has spun a different plan for them all together?&lt;br /&gt;
Somewhere along the road to achieve something in life, people forget to live in their present, work hard right now rather that worrying their heads off about the future. Nothing is certain and that&#39;s the truth. I cannot begin to imagine as to what is that one thought that drives a person to quit, completely lose hope. Lose their mind in a manner that they lose their smile, their appetite to enjoy anything at all, being absolutely silent, so much that the slightest sound seems like a hammer weighing down on their heads. The constant voice at the back of their heads licking their hidden wounds and insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;
I think of it like a game, where you are put under pressure to do well. Think of a strategy to survive, succeed and excel. Life is never going to be easy. We should start by not comparing our lives with that of others. Everyone has their own circumstances. While some may have too much too soon, others may have to wait it out. Point is, don&#39;t stop looking forward to something. Be is whatsoever. Every moment, incident, person, teach us something. The smallest of gestures can have life changing effects. Be happy for what you have but, never stop pushing yourself a little more. Try to add to yourself, make yourself a little better than you were yesterday. Be thankful for what you have, many of them aren&#39;t even that lucky.&lt;br /&gt;
Point being guys, we need to stop blaming someone or something else. The answers to all our questions lie within us. Don&#39;t give up just yet, we all are wonders buried with treasures we don&#39;t even try to find a map to.&lt;br /&gt;
Pause!Think... Contemplate ...&lt;br /&gt;Keep dreaming, work hard, never give up ... Universe is in motion to churn out the best for you ...&lt;br /&gt;Fight for it if need be but, remember to smile, focus and move forward.&lt;br /&gt;
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I often debated whether my heart was right,&lt;br /&gt;
Or was I just a chaos finding myself,&lt;br /&gt;
In the turbulence plaguing my mind,&lt;br /&gt;
I often forgot the challenge that it is.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I could not love like the old times,&lt;br /&gt;
Pieces of me scattered all over,&lt;br /&gt;
It was not about the sweet nothings anymore,&lt;br /&gt;
I needed what could stir my soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was looking to sit side by side,&lt;br /&gt;
Communicating even if we spoke little,&lt;br /&gt;
To know the darkest fears,&lt;br /&gt;
To understand what inspires.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don&#39;t want to say I Love Yous,&lt;br /&gt;
I want to go on adventures,&lt;br /&gt;
Discover what no one knows about us,&lt;br /&gt;
Not like the ordinary stories of love.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What drives us towards the future,&lt;br /&gt;
The aspirations we had since childhood,&lt;br /&gt;
The failures and successes,&lt;br /&gt;
Which made me us who we are.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
What keeps us up at night,&lt;br /&gt;
What resides in the deepest rooms of our minds,&lt;br /&gt;
The things that drive us insane,&lt;br /&gt;
Also the ones which make us laugh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I want to know about every iota of your being,&lt;br /&gt;
And I want you to reside in every breath I take,&lt;br /&gt;
I want to live like what we all talk about,&lt;br /&gt;
Two bodies and one soul.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Can we be that and not superficial love?&lt;br /&gt;
Can we live like we want to be alive?&lt;br /&gt;
Make every bit of every second?&lt;br /&gt;
Not just two people wanting companionship because we are afraid of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I felt the need to discover,&lt;br /&gt;To go out on my own,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the harsh winds,&lt;br /&gt;Settle on the go.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I isn&#39;t the best I want,&lt;br /&gt;According to the wagging mouths,&lt;br /&gt;Its the satisfaction of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Eventually, its my life.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I do want to explore,&lt;br /&gt;The unearthed corners of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Give my everything to,&lt;br /&gt;What I am capable to do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Feels a little lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration run quite low,&lt;br /&gt;I suppose its the waves in life,&lt;br /&gt;Will face these tides forever more.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I had a faith so strong,&lt;br /&gt;In what I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Against the stereotypical notions,&lt;br /&gt;Of life, career and such.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Lets just take a break,&lt;br /&gt;Walk inside ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;Into the depths of the mind,&lt;br /&gt;The unexplored mine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I go with the gut,&lt;br /&gt;I feel its right,&lt;br /&gt;Is it wrong that I bother,&lt;br /&gt;About what world defines.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;b&gt;I move, I move with gutso,&lt;br /&gt;A flair in my walk,&lt;br /&gt;Wind in &amp;nbsp;my hair,&lt;br /&gt;My time is here.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Tonight I stand,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Beneath the starlight heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;The silver moonlight,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;netted on the waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Each breath as I take,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;The bliss of the moment flows through me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;As I close my eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;I feel swept off my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;The tender lips are numb,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;As the breeze kisses them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;The silk woven hair dance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;As the breeze plays.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot; /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;I twitch in the night so serene,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;As a message the wind whispers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;In the mystic cold night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #141823; font-family: &#39;Helvetica Neue&#39;, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Which sends through me a silent shiver.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/845360745659663486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2014/12/the-lust-of-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/845360745659663486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/845360745659663486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2014/12/the-lust-of-night.html' title='The Lust of The Night'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-756539347064225629</id><published>2014-07-29T11:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2014-07-29T11:02:55.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Retake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Many times when you revisit a place, you live the vibes in a new way each time.&lt;br /&gt;
A girl revisited the city where she spent three years of her college life. All the streets had a memory written on them; all the words spoken, the feelings felt. The wreckless nights and the silent thoughts. The magic still remained in the air &amp;nbsp;like perfume hanging off of a cloudy thread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She met the people she once hung out with. The familiar faces brought back ocean deep memories. The good and the bad. It wasnt only the journey with the place but, the journey with people. The ones who came and went and those who remained. She saw the flashback to the start of the three years and it played like a movie right before her eyes. Each vivid experience enhancing her visit back to perhaps, her most favourite city.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She went in a car ride with her friends. On the way, while the cold winds whipped through hair, she felt like a visitor, to experience and capture to what was a flashback to all &amp;nbsp;that she had done and being there to experience it over again. It was a Deja Vu and felt her veins pump up with an excitement she had never felt before.Then she saw the power couple. The boy at the wheels and his girl next to him. A carefree symphony with a whiff of craziness. She enjoyed her music swaying her hand in the breeze. Right there, that music, those people did a magic of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The night unfolded into spilled secrets and real identities. It was an experience where she witnessed the sides of individuals when they were the most uninhibited and loud mouthed. It amused her to see the scenario pan out before her eyes. The twists in the night and switching sides. It was fascinating how people&#39;s demeanor changes and in the flow, how they tend to say their thoughts out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought about it all after the night had ended and she only thought one thing that insecurities overflow, there is competition amongst people&#39;s thoughts process, there wants and needs. There is shift in curve in the personalities of people. &amp;nbsp;Then again there is also true brotherhood and lots of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
The people she met, all taught her one thing; Everyone&#39;s life is a journey with favourable and unfavourable circumstances. In this city, everyone knew everyone. They were all connected with an infinite rope. It was made with the smallest and biggest moments of the three years there.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With the chill of dawn, she fell into a deep sleep. She was happy to be back.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;Halfway through that half smile,&lt;br /&gt;I realised how half of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Now felt complete,&lt;br /&gt;All I needed was that day,&lt;br /&gt;That ride through the cold winds,&lt;br /&gt;Shiver down my spine,&lt;br /&gt;While I was whisked away into the night,&lt;br /&gt;The eyes that gleamed,&lt;br /&gt;I looked a little deeper and could see,&lt;br /&gt;Intelligenc, naughtiness and life,&lt;br /&gt;A spirit of a different kind,&lt;br /&gt;When words which I read,&lt;br /&gt;On the outside did surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Although, in my heart I always knew,&lt;br /&gt;What was brewing right before me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #990000;&quot;&gt;A voice which rings in your head,&lt;br /&gt;Even long after you&#39;ve heard it,&lt;br /&gt;Each time you recall it,&lt;br /&gt;There&#39;s a vibe of passion to it,&lt;br /&gt;So much of pure beauty,&lt;br /&gt;Strummed through those strings,&lt;br /&gt;It was like a religion of a parallel world,&lt;br /&gt;Which seemed so self made and giving,&lt;br /&gt;It was the kind of connection,&lt;br /&gt;The kind we dint speak out,&lt;br /&gt;Where everyday was beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;If we met and laughed it out,&lt;br /&gt;The condescending statements,&lt;br /&gt;When left those still childlike lips,&lt;br /&gt;It didnt hurt but, refreshing,&lt;br /&gt;The cheek which you wanted to hate,&lt;br /&gt;But, ending up laughing and only loving,&lt;br /&gt;Through the music around,&lt;br /&gt;The eyes spoke what nothing else could,&lt;br /&gt;When the time stopped,&lt;br /&gt;But, it sure wasnt love,&lt;br /&gt;It was a respect, a mutual understanding,&lt;br /&gt;It left me confused and happy,&lt;br /&gt;Crusading through the roads,&lt;br /&gt;Ending up in new places,&lt;br /&gt;Talking and sharing,&lt;br /&gt;It all of a sudden felt new,&lt;br /&gt;Things happened and done,&lt;br /&gt;They were not spoken about,&lt;br /&gt;They weren&#39;t erased either,&lt;br /&gt;Its the comfort of being yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Not being judged,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn&#39;t about regret,&lt;br /&gt;Just in the moment,&lt;br /&gt;Small gestures here and there,&lt;br /&gt;Seemed so very nice,&lt;br /&gt;When you can shout,&lt;br /&gt;Cry like the world&#39;s ended,&lt;br /&gt;Throw tantrums and still be tolerated,&lt;br /&gt;If nothing comes out of,&lt;br /&gt;What you really wanted,&lt;br /&gt;Just grab a beer and,&lt;br /&gt;Take everything in a new direction,&lt;br /&gt;Those are the small little things,&lt;br /&gt;That make the day,&lt;br /&gt;Through the mirage of the world,&lt;br /&gt;Only and only those moments,&lt;br /&gt;Which are unadulterated and from the heart,&lt;br /&gt;Seem and make you feel perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Work at college has just ended,&lt;br /&gt;I walked to the famous hangout,&lt;br /&gt;Called up the one person,&lt;br /&gt;I most wanted to see and hear out,&lt;br /&gt;I dialled the number and waited a bit,&lt;br /&gt;Finally, the call was picked,&lt;br /&gt;My friend has just finished the gym,&lt;br /&gt;Let me take a bath, ill be there in a bit,&lt;br /&gt;I waited as I spoke to a few people,&lt;br /&gt;In anticipation of my friend,&lt;br /&gt;The arrival brought a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;Together we walked into the night&#39;s face,&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of days we had missed out on,&lt;br /&gt;Laughing at the stupidity we all had done,&lt;br /&gt;Discussing the good and bad of life,&lt;br /&gt;About editing people out of my life,&lt;br /&gt;My friend said, it still bothered me,&lt;br /&gt;I have changed in a way I retorted,&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I know you too well,&lt;br /&gt;I said, maybe we have to rewind and refresh,&lt;br /&gt;We then laughed light heartedly,&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand we walked a little silently,&lt;br /&gt;Distance hardly seemed a hinderance,&lt;br /&gt;We walked without realising the time,&lt;br /&gt;Words have an easy flow,&lt;br /&gt;No pretence plays the time,&lt;br /&gt;After long did we simply let go,&lt;br /&gt;Not caring who&#39;d come and go,&lt;br /&gt;Relishing the moment that was there,&lt;br /&gt;Making friendship&#39;s silent vows,&lt;br /&gt;In our hearts we know it for sure,&lt;br /&gt;We will be there for each other through and through,&lt;br /&gt;After the these three years,&lt;br /&gt;After all the world&#39;s fight,&lt;br /&gt;We&#39;d still hold on whats dear,&lt;br /&gt;For each other we&#39;ll always be here.&lt;/h4&gt;
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Note:- My dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;Pune is a better place with you here. It is bearable and honestly, I do not have any reason to complain any more. You mean a lot to me and your friendship, I hold it close to my heart. I promise to always be there for you, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much Love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;Away from the cocoon of her family,&lt;br /&gt;Away from the love of the close ones,&lt;br /&gt;Stepped a girl all of seventeen,&lt;br /&gt;Into the new mysterious world,&lt;br /&gt;Its a journey worth living,&lt;br /&gt;Its a bliss and a new experience,&lt;br /&gt;Its a mirage they forgot to mention,&lt;br /&gt;Its just a facade they forgot to convey,&lt;br /&gt;She walked into the calm waters,&lt;br /&gt;Hardly expecting a storm,&lt;br /&gt;She treaded till a distance,&lt;br /&gt;Until she almost drowned,&lt;br /&gt;She fought because she was strong,&lt;br /&gt;She was persistent just like when she was back home,&lt;br /&gt;The waters washed away her spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Filled her lungs with&amp;nbsp; salt and misery,&lt;br /&gt;Breath was shallow and hard to take,&lt;br /&gt;Until she thought she&#39;d give up,&lt;br /&gt;Her mother&#39;s words rang in her mind,&lt;br /&gt;Her father&#39;s faith gave her hope,&lt;br /&gt;She finally swam across,&lt;br /&gt;With a determination at peek,&lt;br /&gt;She wandered a little deeper,&lt;br /&gt;The forest beckoned her at every step,&lt;br /&gt;The green seemed too alluring,&lt;br /&gt;But, hid a bitter truth,&lt;br /&gt;The warm hearts were too good to be true,&lt;br /&gt;The words seemed like gold,&lt;br /&gt;The world felt like a cocoon again,&lt;br /&gt;Until all hell broke loose,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts were crushed,&lt;br /&gt;Words were spoken too loud,&lt;br /&gt;Hurt was the only motive,&lt;br /&gt;To crush and walk upon,&lt;br /&gt;Tears seemed to have dried up,&lt;br /&gt;Cheeks had sunken in,&lt;br /&gt;The body felt lifeless,&lt;br /&gt;Like it was just brutally kicked,&lt;br /&gt;Where truth and honesty were to reign,&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like an agenda was brewing in the sidelanes,&lt;br /&gt;Alliances were forged and broken,&lt;br /&gt;Bitches barked and were forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Then a pair of caring hands held,&lt;br /&gt;The heart and mind in place,&lt;br /&gt;Supported the weak, uncertain steps,&lt;br /&gt;To believe and never again regret,&lt;br /&gt;Life was edited off the unwanted,&lt;br /&gt;Because they were too unimportant,&lt;br /&gt;Life was taking course on the set path,&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to make the mistakes again,&lt;br /&gt;This girl she looked back,&lt;br /&gt;Smiles, shrugged and carried walking on,&lt;br /&gt;Life had just begun the show,&lt;br /&gt;She was ready now to take on every moment,&lt;br /&gt;She chose to close a chapter and begin a new one,&lt;br /&gt;She was the girlwho moved on ...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #073763; font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I looked outside my window,&lt;br /&gt;The night fading away,&lt;br /&gt;The morning rising in poise,&lt;br /&gt;And there I was typing away,&lt;br /&gt;A million thoughts ran,&lt;br /&gt;Through the tracks of my brain,&lt;br /&gt;My heart pumping with extra vigor,&lt;br /&gt;In wait of something of which I wasnt aware,&lt;br /&gt;This morning was different than the rest,&lt;br /&gt;I knew it and I could feel,&lt;br /&gt;It sunk right into my bones,&lt;br /&gt;It tickled me from within,&lt;br /&gt;It brought onto me,&lt;br /&gt;A different dawn of light,&lt;br /&gt;My face lit with a memory,&lt;br /&gt;My heart alight from the core of my being,&lt;br /&gt;The fire was of winning,&lt;br /&gt;The heat of being ready,&lt;br /&gt;The veins pumped out of my skin,&lt;br /&gt;My new day had begun,&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was right,&lt;br /&gt;I knew it was my time,&lt;br /&gt;A time of glory was not too far,&lt;br /&gt;A cocoon of love engulfed,&lt;br /&gt;A shield of blessing hele me,&lt;br /&gt;An angel of hope kissed me,&lt;br /&gt;I urged myself to walk,&lt;br /&gt;To walk into the new day,&lt;br /&gt;Let the first ray sink into my pores,&lt;br /&gt;To embrace and take on the world,&lt;br /&gt;A new day, A new life it was,&lt;br /&gt;Something I had never felt before,&lt;br /&gt;It was my calling,&lt;br /&gt;It was MY day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Slowly I ran into the light,&lt;br /&gt;To the place I know not of,&lt;br /&gt;A probable dream that awaits,&lt;br /&gt;Or a block where i&#39;ll tumble and fall,&lt;br /&gt;I looked around beyond the land,&lt;br /&gt;I saw what my eyes could never see,&lt;br /&gt;Of a thought it had grown,&lt;br /&gt;Into what I thought was a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I knew such things dint happen,&lt;br /&gt;It seemed so surreal,&lt;br /&gt;I was fighting with my knowledge,&lt;br /&gt;Of what is and what I was witnessing,&lt;br /&gt;The materialistic never intrigued me,&lt;br /&gt;The finer nuances called out to me,&lt;br /&gt;The winds they share their secrets,&lt;br /&gt;The flowers pass smiles at me,&lt;br /&gt;A dogs lick makes me scream with delight,&lt;br /&gt;A bird&#39;s flight ignites me from the inside,&lt;br /&gt;The flow of water beckons me,&lt;br /&gt;To move on and never regret,&lt;br /&gt;To embrace everything in the way,&lt;br /&gt;To take each day as it is,&lt;br /&gt;A mother&#39;s words teaches me,&lt;br /&gt;To forgive and impart selflessness,&lt;br /&gt;A father belief instill in me,&lt;br /&gt;Encouragement and sense of responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;How the world turns out to be,&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever predict,&lt;br /&gt;To walk what one believes in,&lt;br /&gt;Is the only thing we can be,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forget the past,&lt;br /&gt;Never be on the extremes of things,&lt;br /&gt;Be grateful for all that you possess,&lt;br /&gt;Be thankful for everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Life is too short to complain about,&lt;br /&gt;Lilfe is too beautiful to let go,&lt;br /&gt;Just smile and you&#39;ll know,&lt;br /&gt;Just believe and you&#39;ll feel,&lt;br /&gt;Your life completely transforming,&lt;br /&gt;From mere existence to actual living.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I belong&amp;nbsp;to a cynical world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Where smile are misinterpreted,&lt;br /&gt;I belong to a sadist world,&lt;br /&gt;Where tears are celebrated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I know people who care,&lt;br /&gt;I know people who dont,&lt;br /&gt;I know some will hold you,&lt;br /&gt;While most will only throw.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I know love of a mother,&lt;br /&gt;I know that of my father,&lt;br /&gt;I know the love of my family,&lt;br /&gt;I want to know no more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I feel the pain around,&lt;br /&gt;I breathe in the happiness,&lt;br /&gt;I cant close my eyes to the wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I cant speak false words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To choose whats right,&lt;br /&gt;To ignore the wrong,&lt;br /&gt;To do only the best,&lt;br /&gt;To walk with the head held high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I know conflict,&lt;br /&gt;I know confusion,&lt;br /&gt;I know what an empty mind does,&lt;br /&gt;I know what creativity does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I believe in destiny,&lt;br /&gt;I also believe in harwork,&lt;br /&gt;I believe luck exixts,&lt;br /&gt;I know what a blessing does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I have a crazy temper,&lt;br /&gt;I can love like a doting wife,&lt;br /&gt;I cry like its all over,&lt;br /&gt;I smile because I feel its divine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I maybe a diplomat,&lt;br /&gt;I may also be a hippocrat,&lt;br /&gt;I am what the world demands,&lt;br /&gt;Though,in the core of my heart I&#39;ll alway be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I sleep in my ma&#39;s lap,&lt;br /&gt;I love piggy backs,&lt;br /&gt;I love speaking like a baby,&lt;br /&gt;I love the stupid crazy things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I watch the flowers bloom,&lt;br /&gt;I watch the birds asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I listen to the leaves rustle,&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the music it creates.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I believe in the power of sound,&lt;br /&gt;I believe in the impact of words,&lt;br /&gt;I have seen the scars of action,&lt;br /&gt;I believe there should be wisdom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I forgive and forget,&lt;br /&gt;Am just plain normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Maybe a lil hyper,&lt;br /&gt;is that abnormal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I make mistakes and learn,&lt;br /&gt;I make a point and contradict myself,&lt;br /&gt;Not, that am too unitelligent,&lt;br /&gt;I am being a human.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I do talk and gossip,&lt;br /&gt;I admit when am wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Wont stand crap when blamed,&lt;br /&gt;Something I wasnt even aware of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Am not looking for perfection,&lt;br /&gt;It can never be,&lt;br /&gt;For perfection is a state of mind,&lt;br /&gt;oh!well,we all know about Human Beings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/5885474384962042702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2012/02/human-beings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/5885474384962042702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/5885474384962042702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2012/02/human-beings.html' title='Human Beings? ...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-3149231375870069531</id><published>2012-01-17T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T00:20:50.736-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="choices"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confusion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="decision"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reality"/><title type='text'>Conflicting Yet At Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;Am living in a place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;where my heart doesnt want to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;waking up every morning,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;wishing,it was only a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;I still go to the place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;where am supposed to be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;My heart calls for more,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;A wait,it has to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;I meet the people who make me happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;I walk along wishing something would be different,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;The crowd is all around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;Yet,it feels so alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;Meet the right people,they say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;how do I figure out,they forgot to tell,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;Dont trust just anyone,they say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;Whom to trust,they forgot to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;I sit watching everyone pass by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;some wait and say a hi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;I have forgotten what it feels like,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;to be comfortable and adjust,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;its a long gone feeling,&lt;br /&gt;treasuring a few cherished moments,&lt;br /&gt;a smile that was swept off,&lt;br /&gt;the tears that kept rolling down,&lt;br /&gt;the heart that kept yearning,&lt;br /&gt;I knew,I believed,&lt;br /&gt;I looked and&amp;nbsp;I could see,&lt;br /&gt;the dreams that I wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;something beyond surreal,&lt;br /&gt;something that only thoughts can be,&lt;br /&gt;hold me,take me away,&lt;br /&gt;speak to me and let me know,&lt;br /&gt;you are and will be,&lt;br /&gt;right here where you are meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;I then opened my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;woke up from my sleep,&lt;br /&gt;smiling to myself knowingly,&lt;br /&gt;a dream that soon will be a reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/3149231375870069531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2012/01/conflicting-yet-at-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/3149231375870069531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/3149231375870069531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2012/01/conflicting-yet-at-peace.html' title='Conflicting Yet At Peace'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-569861123930205410</id><published>2012-01-03T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T00:26:03.512-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="introspection"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="questioning."/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="realisation"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="struggle"/><title type='text'>Living It Up ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Never could I run away .. never could I embrace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Was I too naive or was I just too scared?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I took each step with ease,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;But,in the end I let it be,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Kicked it off strong and nice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;lost my nerves when the end arrived,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Wondered on what I was holding on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Would it give away or will I get a new life?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;I ran I ran,I ran too hard,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;not looking behind or who I passed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;It was a road that was leading on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;It was the path I was looking for,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Life aint about destiny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Its about what we make out of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;If you&#39;re not happy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Then pretend and you will see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;That on&amp;nbsp;the seventh day you will be,&lt;br /&gt;
No more thoughts,no more wandering,&lt;br /&gt;
living it straight,no crap talking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;the moves of the water,just like our life..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;I was sitting on a rock,&lt;br /&gt;away high above,&lt;br /&gt;looked down and my breath caught,&lt;br /&gt;when I looked at the water,&lt;br /&gt;it looked so still,&lt;br /&gt;almost surreal,&lt;br /&gt;like a mirage in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;almost my imagination,&lt;br /&gt;I took a stone,&lt;br /&gt;I threw it far,&lt;br /&gt;it plopped on the water,&lt;br /&gt;it later drowned,&lt;br /&gt;I smiled at a thought,&lt;br /&gt;the ripples smiles with me,&lt;br /&gt;like the water reflected my heart,&lt;br /&gt;like they read my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I threw another stone,&lt;br /&gt;doing away the pain,&lt;br /&gt;I had the silent tears,&lt;br /&gt;the ripples imitate,&lt;br /&gt;I sat for hours,&lt;br /&gt;how long,I couldn’t tell,&lt;br /&gt;long in a puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;life had set in,&lt;br /&gt;trying hard to conclude,&lt;br /&gt;the frown on my forehead,&lt;br /&gt;I plopped another stone,&lt;br /&gt;the ripples imitated my mood,&lt;br /&gt;I then laughed at myself,&lt;br /&gt;how complicated I was,&lt;br /&gt;naïve like a kid,&lt;br /&gt;yet,a grown up at heart,&lt;br /&gt;a memory with friends,&lt;br /&gt;sent me into peals of laughters,&lt;br /&gt;I threw a stone in all happiness,&lt;br /&gt;the ripples were my alies,&lt;br /&gt;they laughed with me,&lt;br /&gt;seemed like my best friends,&lt;br /&gt;accepted me how I was,&lt;br /&gt;never questioned,&lt;br /&gt;never complained.&lt;br /&gt;they moved like the music I played,&lt;br /&gt;paced fast with the beats,&lt;br /&gt;or hung on slow,&lt;br /&gt;when it was a lullaby,&lt;br /&gt;the winds played with them,&lt;br /&gt;seduced the ripples as they went,&lt;br /&gt;tortured them like a lover,&lt;br /&gt;played like best friends,&lt;br /&gt;I watched amused,&lt;br /&gt;I wondered and smiled,&lt;br /&gt;the water was my mirror,&lt;br /&gt;the mirror to my heart and mind,&lt;br /&gt;I felt my emotions,&lt;br /&gt;it portrayed it live,&lt;br /&gt;swayed with the intensity,&lt;br /&gt;it gave them the life,&lt;br /&gt;it created a lil life of its own,&lt;br /&gt;with the happiness and sadness,&lt;br /&gt;which came and went,&lt;br /&gt;the people who become a part of it,&lt;br /&gt;the people who come and go..&lt;br /&gt;I sat there watching,&lt;br /&gt;long after the sun had set,&lt;br /&gt;the waters had again become still,&lt;br /&gt;I then realized,my thoughts were also at rest .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/3946323062794126074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2012/01/moves-of-waterjust-like-our-life.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/3946323062794126074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/3946323062794126074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2012/01/moves-of-waterjust-like-our-life.html' title='Mirror Of Emotions,Ripples Of Water'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEij3a1hyphenhyphenklHCKETyV8sH21PCFPbHUKCWRG1U6yQcyuuBkdjUPTLyFBFbNNv-sI_idkUReVPGApN49mJISM6_zywhd9Nls2-3nbHmKuQMohQRPJSJvF5zwvzteuhPEZUKqUkk3tN0DDPRXE/s72-c/ripples.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-8422638013117130132</id><published>2012-01-01T06:45:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T00:27:44.952-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conflict"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="eyes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="silences"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="wait"/><title type='text'>I wait ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;The &amp;nbsp;winds &amp;nbsp;sweep in through my window,&lt;br /&gt;
I see that beautiful smile,&lt;br /&gt;
It rummages through my hair,&lt;br /&gt;
it makes go all crazy and wild.&lt;br /&gt;
I dance like I have never before,&lt;br /&gt;
I see the moonglight,&lt;br /&gt;
lighting up my world,&lt;br /&gt;
I know for once it was all true.&lt;br /&gt;
I look out and see nothing,&lt;br /&gt;
I look around and see everything,&lt;br /&gt;
I hear &amp;nbsp;the music play and it sways me,&lt;br /&gt;
I trip on the lights and they make me crave,&lt;br /&gt;
A solitude I had let go off,&lt;br /&gt;
an inhibition I had turned off,&lt;br /&gt;
I thought it could be different,&lt;br /&gt;
I believe this what I was looking for.&lt;br /&gt;
The green in the light,&lt;br /&gt;
The people who mean to me,&lt;br /&gt;
couldn’t &amp;nbsp;satisfy a need,&lt;br /&gt;
I needed something way beyond.&lt;br /&gt;
I knew I was loved,&lt;br /&gt;
I knew I was special,&lt;br /&gt;
I somehow had forgotten it for a while,&lt;br /&gt;
But,then you had come along.&lt;br /&gt;
Those glassy brown eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
That caring look behind the look,&lt;br /&gt;
You loved being hated,&lt;br /&gt;
But,I loved you all along.&lt;br /&gt;
Seemed so mystical,&lt;br /&gt;
A story I wanted to know,&lt;br /&gt;
I walked and walked and searched,&lt;br /&gt;
All I saw was a dead end.&lt;br /&gt;
You,I made my life,&lt;br /&gt;
you,I lived for,&lt;br /&gt;
to see you smile,&lt;br /&gt;
To show whats life.&lt;br /&gt;
I know I loved those words,&lt;br /&gt;
those silences which I never knew of,&lt;br /&gt;
I looked back and saw you,&lt;br /&gt;
but,long before you were gone.&lt;br /&gt;
Stay there,hold on,&lt;br /&gt;
am there waiting,&lt;br /&gt;
To tell you whats love,&lt;br /&gt;
to tell whats life.&lt;br /&gt;
hold on tight,believe in me,&lt;br /&gt;
stay right there.dont go away,&lt;br /&gt;
the winds just blew in,&lt;br /&gt;
I’ll make them my poetry.&lt;br /&gt;
just for you,your smile,&lt;br /&gt;
just like a lil child’s,&lt;br /&gt;
I miss it,I want to see,&lt;br /&gt;
that you are mine now and forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/8422638013117130132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/8422638013117130132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/8422638013117130132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-wait.html' title='I wait ...'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-1213822538025394413</id><published>2011-12-31T15:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T00:28:29.109-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="divine"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fresh"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="innocence"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="self love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="winds"/><title type='text'>Fresh ..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ea9999; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I stood across the field,&lt;br /&gt;
I looked beyond what eyes could see,&lt;br /&gt;
I felt the cold breeze,&lt;br /&gt;
sweep my heart away from me.&lt;br /&gt;
I closed my eyelids,&lt;br /&gt;
I smiled like a child,&lt;br /&gt;
I thought about the times,&lt;br /&gt;
I rejoiced in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;
I shivered from head,&lt;br /&gt;
It moved down to my spine,&lt;br /&gt;
I hugged myself close,&lt;br /&gt;
The winds felt divine.&lt;br /&gt;
I felt so alive,&lt;br /&gt;
like a fresh blossomed rose,&lt;br /&gt;
I felt so loved,&lt;br /&gt;
Like I rested in my lover&#39;s arms.&lt;br /&gt;
I knew life is good,&lt;br /&gt;
Its all worthwhile,&lt;br /&gt;
small moments of happiness,&lt;br /&gt;
Long days if life.&lt;br /&gt;
I smile cuz I know,&lt;br /&gt;
I love cuz I feel,&lt;br /&gt;
I laugh cuz I hate to cry,&lt;br /&gt;
I live cuz thats how its supposed to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/1213822538025394413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/fresh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/1213822538025394413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/1213822538025394413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/fresh.html' title='Fresh ..'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-5913801057137393692</id><published>2011-12-30T10:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T00:32:43.065-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friends"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="friendship"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="heart"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laugh"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="moments"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="precious"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="tears"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="trust"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="understanding"/><title type='text'>Unexpected but,am loving it :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;cuz friendship is beautiful .. :-)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;Sometimes life plays funny,&lt;br /&gt;
unexpected how you meet some people,&lt;br /&gt;
so totally random at even more random places,&lt;br /&gt;
you start talking and voila!&lt;br /&gt;
they are your great friends,&lt;br /&gt;
you talk and talk,&lt;br /&gt;
you text and text,&lt;br /&gt;
you meet and laugh,&lt;br /&gt;
share your part of life with them,&lt;br /&gt;
one day you meet another person,&lt;br /&gt;
all of you sit for dirnks,&lt;br /&gt;
sht happens and everyone forgets,&lt;br /&gt;
but there is a bond where is already there,&lt;br /&gt;
the talks then become intense,&lt;br /&gt;
starts from how it was,&lt;br /&gt;
it then coems to how it is,&lt;br /&gt;
the problems faced,&lt;br /&gt;
the people you have met,&lt;br /&gt;
some good memories,&lt;br /&gt;
some creepy nightmares,&lt;br /&gt;
you share the laughs of good times,&lt;br /&gt;
you cry tears of the bad,&lt;br /&gt;
you speak like there is no past,&lt;br /&gt;
you speak like they are the hope,&lt;br /&gt;
you speak of love and fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;
you talk cute and crazy,&lt;br /&gt;
you meet each and everyday,&lt;br /&gt;
you share a precious moment each day,&lt;br /&gt;
you do a character rip out,&lt;br /&gt;
you trip on each other&#39;s words,&lt;br /&gt;
most of the times the silence speaks,&lt;br /&gt;
for the rest,the words do it all,&lt;br /&gt;
yes,we make the bucket list,&lt;br /&gt;
to go back in time and live,&lt;br /&gt;
be a joyful kid again,&lt;br /&gt;
live the life that we forgot.&lt;br /&gt;
tradegies and heartbreaks,&lt;br /&gt;
been through it all,&lt;br /&gt;
you smile and you know it,&lt;br /&gt;
its going to be fine after all,&lt;br /&gt;
we have playful fights,&lt;br /&gt;
kicking and punching,&lt;br /&gt;
all the crazy times,&lt;br /&gt;
all the stupid talking.&lt;br /&gt;
stalking and spying,&lt;br /&gt;
complimenting and modesty,&lt;br /&gt;
red lipsticks and OMGoshing!&lt;br /&gt;
taunting for the fun of it all,&lt;br /&gt;
A hand you know that will hold on,&lt;br /&gt;
a shoulder you know you can cry on,&lt;br /&gt;
its all so mutual,&lt;br /&gt;
its like looking at the mirror on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;
there was the love triangle,&lt;br /&gt;
there was an understading,&lt;br /&gt;
there was admiration,&lt;br /&gt;
there was never ending smiling,&lt;br /&gt;
a few beautiful moments,&lt;br /&gt;
many many eventful hours,&lt;br /&gt;
many memories in a short while,&lt;br /&gt;
I hope to have it all along.&lt;br /&gt;
Friends,so close to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
like i have known you forever,&lt;br /&gt;
I look at you and i feel,&lt;br /&gt;
this has been there all along.&lt;br /&gt;
It will go on I know,&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing can defy it,&lt;br /&gt;
not even the worst storm,&lt;br /&gt;
not even as the darkness falls.&lt;br /&gt;
its plain sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;
its friendship and trust,&lt;br /&gt;
its respect and support,&lt;br /&gt;
that had been missing since long.&lt;br /&gt;
I thank,I pray for all that I have,&lt;br /&gt;
I believe and it will be,&lt;br /&gt;
A part of my life till the end .&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
P.S- the people whom its about will know it :-)&lt;br /&gt;
*hug*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/5913801057137393692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/unexpected-butam-loving-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/5913801057137393692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/5913801057137393692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/unexpected-butam-loving-it.html' title='Unexpected but,am loving it :-)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnvlGLMUxVDKiGV8ZW8pxz3-o1DS-utnfCGgKN63HhN5zAL3ys7J3oflkw1SCJGYJzLuxF96zGNc9UjvxfOw6GnNZnz1rML_m-aDPfT8BwY_6QWqGex4ghMkH1k91XfCP3mj7M0NErxGE/s72-c/friendship.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-8915187520051101533</id><published>2011-12-30T03:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T00:32:55.498-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Mothers!epitome of beauty,devotion,hardwork,love,care and endless sacrifices.My mom is all of that and more. I love her but,I try not to show it too much.Why?because she starts giving me too many kissies all over my face! :-| She wont leave me only after that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;So,I have spent many years in conflict with her,always thinking that she never understood me or wouldn&#39;t let me dow hat I wanted to but,i eventually realised that she was too scared too lose me to the world.I used to be very rebellious and would oppose everything she said. I hardly paid any heed to her words,&quot;bhashan&quot; as I would call it. I fell hard,way too hard and then realised what all she had once told me.It all came rushing back into my head and I loved her more than my life ever since.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To me,Ma is like an angel with those deep brown almond eyes beautifully outlined with kajal and a smile as powerful as the sunlight. She is my guiding light in the dark.My support when am handicap.Love that am never deprived of. A strength that always keep me going.A&amp;nbsp;hand which always blesses me. A lady of self confidence,intelligence and radiant beauty. She is like the summer breeze who when enters a home brings in so much freshness with her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Back at home in Delhi,I remember,she would wake me up with a kiss on both cheeks and her hand over my head murmuring words of prayer and blessings.I used to be usually awake by then but,I used to pretend to be asleep and smile mildly so she wouldn&#39;t know.She smelled of my favourite cranberry body wash and johnson baby talc and her hands as soft as a cotton ball.She would pester me to eat,to eat well and be concerned always about what I wore.The reason I threw tantrums were only because I knew she would pamper me and make me eat with her own hands,pick my clothes for me and smile at me lovingly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Memories from my childhood which make my day even now are the ones where she would plait my long tresses every morning and send me to school. If ever I was upset,she would call me fondly and feed me my favourite paranthas laiden with dallops of butter.*sigh*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now am pune and am 18,living alone in the hostel with no mommy to look after.. no one to make sure my laundry is done,that I have eaten on time or simply that everything is perfect. Her perfect is almost annoying but,it doesnt cease to surprise me all the time.I miss hugging her and going off to sleep in her lap,getting my hair oiled by her and being nagged about the smalled of things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;People say,I have her eyes.It makes me feel so beautiful and proud.My Ma has given me my gift of writing and music.She inspires me everyday to live my dreams and not stop until you have reached the very point you wanted to.To think big,Do big and&amp;nbsp; Be big.She never says it but,I know she misses me every single moment.From the time she leaves home to go to school till the time she sleeps at night. Talking about night,I remember how she would call me on my phone while am sitting in my room just to go to her room and switch off the lights because she is already tucked! hehe ..cutie my ma is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;She sleeps like a lil baby with her lips slightly apart and a faint smile on her face.She glows even when she sleeps!She sings to herself when she cooks and my! my! what a joy it is to watch her sway in sync with the swivle of the serving spoon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I love my ma too much.am sure you guys do too but,am just a lil too overcome with emotions today so I love my ma more! :-D If ever I can become half as awesome a person as her,I&#39;d feel like I have achieved almost everything in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Ma,you are my reason to life,my reason to stay here even though I want to quit,a reason to stand strong and win the battle,my blind faith in this demented place,part of my soul which makes me strive to be a better person each day and Smile because I have seen you do it through the trying times and come out wise and happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I love you Ma! Thank You for being the best mother in the world! *tight hugg* *lots of kissies* &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I Miss You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #783f04; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I promise I will make you Proud :-)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/8915187520051101533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/ma.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/8915187520051101533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/8915187520051101533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/ma.html' title='Ma :)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhzUir38AOuetaxAzyRJN1Bh78QVWMW-j_faJRQcKpEMulOGUC-u8d3V8Y1zyVfsyiDLQycOekWqJM7hUNDA6AksUW9_8GBP9DySGmkMXUajWLr-6-1mn9dDGFf9Sx1zFD_Hj9AYRfnRTE/s72-c/mommy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-1103322697452992153</id><published>2011-12-29T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T00:34:17.402-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conflict"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darkness"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="harsh"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="run away"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sadness"/><title type='text'>The Dark Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;That one moment when,&lt;br /&gt;
you feel you are sinking in,&lt;br /&gt;
deep in the depths of yourself,&lt;br /&gt;
when evrything around seems pointless,&lt;br /&gt;
the reasons to life cease to exist,&lt;br /&gt;
when every person walking by,&lt;br /&gt;
seems to be gorging in,&lt;br /&gt;
when the surroundings seem to be closing in.&lt;br /&gt;
when the heart takes too much effort to beat,&lt;br /&gt;
when your lungs feel tight as you breathe,&lt;br /&gt;
when everyone seems to be against you,&lt;br /&gt;
when the time seems to be running away from you.&lt;br /&gt;
Smiles seem to tuff to bring,&lt;br /&gt;
the hands are left cold and pale,&lt;br /&gt;
feels like you are searchign a way out,&lt;br /&gt;
from a deepset dark tunnel,&lt;br /&gt;
into the brightness of the world.&lt;br /&gt;
when you want to cry,&lt;br /&gt;
but,even the tears are reluctant,&lt;br /&gt;
when you want to speak,&lt;br /&gt;
you find no words to convey,&lt;br /&gt;
when all the lovely memories,&lt;br /&gt;
flood back in from the past,&lt;br /&gt;
when all the joyous moments,&lt;br /&gt;
cut like a knife through the heart,&lt;br /&gt;
but,nothing helps fill the void.&lt;br /&gt;
when you say,&#39;let go&#39;,&lt;br /&gt;
when all you want is peace,&lt;br /&gt;
all you want is a reason to smile,&lt;br /&gt;
a reason to be free.&lt;br /&gt;
it springs up from the grave,&lt;br /&gt;
setting the emotions away,&lt;br /&gt;
A look of deparation,&lt;br /&gt;
A silent sweet prayer,&lt;br /&gt;
Someone uncover the blanket of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;
to lead me unto the path I seek,&lt;br /&gt;
to rise again from the place of the dead,&lt;br /&gt;
To live a life and to be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/1103322697452992153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/dark-moment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/1103322697452992153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/1103322697452992153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/dark-moment.html' title='The Dark Moment'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-6921134389481858921</id><published>2011-12-28T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T00:35:29.312-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="cry"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hate"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="love"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sadist"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="suck"/><title type='text'>The Sucker Of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;am curved on the sides,&lt;br /&gt;
edgy towards the end,&lt;br /&gt;
I make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;
I make you blush,&lt;br /&gt;
I eventually turn you to dust.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I make you want to hug,&lt;br /&gt;
steal a kiss or more,&lt;br /&gt;
I makes your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
Go all puppy doggy types,&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually,I stab you hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;oh!my honey,my baby!&lt;br /&gt;
ya!ya!the cute cuddly words,&lt;br /&gt;
I make you hold hands so tight,&lt;br /&gt;
even the air cant pass by,&lt;br /&gt;
Then I make you flow away in sweat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;The lovely dates,&lt;br /&gt;
moon watching and star gazing,&lt;br /&gt;
I even make a poet out of you,&lt;br /&gt;
I make you dance crazy,&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually make you fall hard.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I am the reason,&lt;br /&gt;
for the sweet lovey dovey messages,&lt;br /&gt;
walk past that person,&lt;br /&gt;
and turn crimson red,&lt;br /&gt;
eventually i suck the life out of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I make you live a fairytale,&lt;br /&gt;
The adorable gifts and all,&lt;br /&gt;
the sweet love making,&lt;br /&gt;
the scenes of PDAs,&lt;br /&gt;
eventually I get you to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I make you brag and boast,&lt;br /&gt;
the love bites and soar lips,&lt;br /&gt;
The tingly feeling down the spine,&lt;br /&gt;
the happy happy smile,&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually,I make you cry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I walk into your life,&lt;br /&gt;
make you feel special and nice,&lt;br /&gt;
Then I walk away,&lt;br /&gt;
Without a reason and with questions,&lt;br /&gt;
To which I never reply,&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually,I am just a lie.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;You cant do without me,&lt;br /&gt;
you cant do with me,&lt;br /&gt;
You need me,&lt;br /&gt;
you hate me,&lt;br /&gt;
Its all about me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;I laugh,I laugh like crazy,&lt;br /&gt;
Laugh in your confused face,&lt;br /&gt;
you thought i was all beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;
but,my friend,am a sadist,&lt;br /&gt;
all you people call me LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/creator76/creator761101/creator76110100008/8639282-red-devil-face-heart-with-horns-and-teethes.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;http://us.123rf.com/400wm/400/400/creator76/creator761101/creator76110100008/8639282-red-devil-face-heart-with-horns-and-teethes.jpg&quot; width=&quot;254&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;and all i do is laugh at your fate ..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;hahahhaha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/6921134389481858921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/am-curved-on-sides-edgy-towards-end-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/6921134389481858921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/6921134389481858921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/am-curved-on-sides-edgy-towards-end-i.html' title='The Sucker Of Life'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-3649924164795873427</id><published>2011-12-28T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T00:38:07.399-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="conflict"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="confusion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dellusion"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotionless"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="emotions"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hold back"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="human"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="live"/><title type='text'>An emotionful and emotionless person</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.desicomments.com/dc/11/28599/28599.gif&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;317&quot; src=&quot;http://www.desicomments.com/dc/11/28599/28599.gif&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;dont make life an illusion&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;At the end of the time,&lt;br /&gt;
all thats ever going to be there,&lt;br /&gt;
all that you can ever call yours,&lt;br /&gt;
Is the solitude and self love,&lt;br /&gt;
the tides of time makes you meet,&lt;br /&gt;
the scenes of life will get you to a point,&lt;br /&gt;
where you will call someone yours,&lt;br /&gt;
DONT be dellusioned,&lt;br /&gt;
pause and give it a thought,&lt;br /&gt;
wait and let a few moments pass by,&lt;br /&gt;
then try and look around,&lt;br /&gt;
who is really there?&lt;br /&gt;
If someone is cuz you mean something,&lt;br /&gt;
if someone is cuz you are special,&lt;br /&gt;
if someone is cuz you are beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;
if someone is cuz you deserve,&lt;br /&gt;
but,for how long?&lt;br /&gt;
someday,we all will wilt away,&lt;br /&gt;
become ashes and combine,&lt;br /&gt;
with the truth of life,&lt;br /&gt;
am not talking of death,&lt;br /&gt;
am not talking of loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;
I speak of the day turning into night,&lt;br /&gt;
the lava which has the fire,&lt;br /&gt;
but,eventually cools away,&lt;br /&gt;
damages done and sorted,&lt;br /&gt;
life lived and fulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;
A stagnant point,&lt;br /&gt;
where you need to think about yourself,&lt;br /&gt;
that day,you will be alone,&lt;br /&gt;
thinking,screaming,crying,smiling,&lt;br /&gt;
loving,lost,content,&lt;br /&gt;
a life of a temporary stand,&lt;br /&gt;
yes,am contradicting,&lt;br /&gt;
just the way life is,&lt;br /&gt;
the waves that carry you,&lt;br /&gt;
to an unimaginable place,&lt;br /&gt;
the earthquake which,&lt;br /&gt;
bring you back to reality,&lt;br /&gt;
live,my friends,&lt;br /&gt;
love,my friends,&lt;br /&gt;
cry,who cares,&lt;br /&gt;
be who you are,&lt;br /&gt;
let nothing hold you back,&lt;br /&gt;
not a person,&lt;br /&gt;
A god damn situation,&lt;br /&gt;
A feeling noone else will understand,&lt;br /&gt;
LIVE! for yourself,&lt;br /&gt;
THEN for someone else..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/3649924164795873427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/emotionful-and-emotionless-person.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/3649924164795873427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/3649924164795873427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/12/emotionful-and-emotionless-person.html' title='An emotionful and emotionless person'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-3642535982854663972</id><published>2011-04-06T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T00:38:18.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reason I Can Survive :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsCzqLKUcceEJUbhvM494ne4ydvgOs8e_9QYphCJUaO4M7jAg9o__AbP75iBos1My9P2QX5A7nbp41hjGh-VMpt-3PEKsGTx6lB4rzsZlDBs6mbGoPFrMRICFJzSRuFUMNBkFDucEWdg/s1600/168167_10150100145167206_697342205_6125954_2202811_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsCzqLKUcceEJUbhvM494ne4ydvgOs8e_9QYphCJUaO4M7jAg9o__AbP75iBos1My9P2QX5A7nbp41hjGh-VMpt-3PEKsGTx6lB4rzsZlDBs6mbGoPFrMRICFJzSRuFUMNBkFDucEWdg/s320/168167_10150100145167206_697342205_6125954_2202811_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;154&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;My baby sis,my angel,my cutie pie, my talent ka pitara. Love You &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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You truly are to me,&lt;br /&gt;
God&#39;s beautiful gift,&lt;br /&gt;
How you smile,&lt;br /&gt;
How you talk,&lt;br /&gt;
How every word of yours,&lt;br /&gt;
Makes me live,&lt;br /&gt;
Your place in my life,&lt;br /&gt;
Is uncomparabe,&lt;br /&gt;
You are ever so irreplacable,&lt;br /&gt;
You are like and angel on earth,&lt;br /&gt;
My kid sister,&lt;br /&gt;
Whom I irrevocably love,&lt;br /&gt;
My life would surely be incomplete,&lt;br /&gt;
If it weren&#39;t for your serene presence,&lt;br /&gt;
God knows am happy,&lt;br /&gt;
God knows I thank him each day,&lt;br /&gt;
For bringing you to me,&lt;br /&gt;
For making me realise,&lt;br /&gt;
Blood bonds are not the only bonds we have,&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes there are relations far superior,&lt;br /&gt;
Far more beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;
So pure and untouched,&lt;br /&gt;
They seem almost surreal,&lt;br /&gt;
But,you my sis,&lt;br /&gt;
Are the apple of my eye,&lt;br /&gt;
I love you too much,&lt;br /&gt;
I will be what you desire of a big sis,&lt;br /&gt;
I will be your best friend,&lt;br /&gt;
I will be the guide you would want,&lt;br /&gt;
I will be the support you would look out for,&lt;br /&gt;
I love you with all my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
You mean to me more than life.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
FOREVER &amp;amp; ALWAYS YOURS&lt;br /&gt;
DI &amp;lt;3 :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/3642535982854663972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/04/reason-i-can-survive.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/3642535982854663972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/3642535982854663972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/04/reason-i-can-survive.html' title='A Reason I Can Survive :)'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxsCzqLKUcceEJUbhvM494ne4ydvgOs8e_9QYphCJUaO4M7jAg9o__AbP75iBos1My9P2QX5A7nbp41hjGh-VMpt-3PEKsGTx6lB4rzsZlDBs6mbGoPFrMRICFJzSRuFUMNBkFDucEWdg/s72-c/168167_10150100145167206_697342205_6125954_2202811_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-8945335577968621109</id><published>2011-03-21T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2012-03-25T00:40:52.500-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="bad"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="dream"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="escape"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="goals"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="good"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="life"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="realise"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reality"/><title type='text'>A sweet escape,A dream, A reality</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.luminous-landscape.com/images65/Playa-Reflections.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://www.luminous-landscape.com/images65/Playa-Reflections.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Walk to your inner destination ..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;If only there was an escape,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;If only we could see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;If only the lights shone brighter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;If only we&#39;d believe,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;There is a hope so high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;There is a strong desire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79;&quot;&gt;In every being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;To overcome and be the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;If only we&#39;d keep silent,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;If only we sit and realise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;If only we look inside of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;If only we close our eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;To see another world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;Thats capable of everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #8e7cc3;&quot;&gt;Making it easy for us to achieve our goals&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #76a5af;&quot;&gt;I&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white;&quot;&gt;f only we stop to analyse,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #76a5af;&quot;&gt;If only we took out time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #76a5af;&quot;&gt;If only we saw the good,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #76a5af;&quot;&gt;If only we hugged ourselves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #76a5af;&quot;&gt;We&#39;d know this place aint that bad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #76a5af;&quot;&gt;We&#39;d know its not too sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: white; color: #76a5af;&quot;&gt;Its how we look at it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;If only we dint believe in flamboyance,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;If only simplicity played,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;If only we walked the right way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;This world&#39;s a far better place,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;To smile at the smallest of things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #93c47d;&quot;&gt;To do and never regret.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Lets take out some time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Be with ourselves,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Discover a phenomena,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Feel the cosmic change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Drown deep in what we feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Sail through our inner being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;To know the nuances we long lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;To be what only dreams can be ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.pivotalpersonalbest.com/inspiration_clouds.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://www.pivotalpersonalbest.com/inspiration_clouds.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;Reach out to your escape .. know yourself and never look back ..&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/8945335577968621109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweet-escapea-dream-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/8945335577968621109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/8945335577968621109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/03/sweet-escapea-dream-reality.html' title='A sweet escape,A dream, A reality'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5715625153743045902.post-6791519040607405003</id><published>2011-02-07T00:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T00:21:32.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Better Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://sn2files.storage.live.com/y1pWjoPP2gJ-tC5QEK9s0Ni2huwA3DIocHwGpOFvvXJ-QhDcw5cYxaLHZ8yEDmIln8Feu6aUif25MM&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://sn2files.storage.live.com/y1pWjoPP2gJ-tC5QEK9s0Ni2huwA3DIocHwGpOFvvXJ-QhDcw5cYxaLHZ8yEDmIln8Feu6aUif25MM&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;there was a time when I was still seeking that unexplored part of me ..&lt;br /&gt;
a journey well travelled :)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;Life was never a tiresome journey ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;I could walk and walk and never stop..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;Each day to learn a new theory ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;Each incident a lesson learnt ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fce5cd;&quot;&gt;With the good and bad ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fce5cd;&quot;&gt;the loving and the hating..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fce5cd;&quot;&gt;The pain and suffering...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fce5cd;&quot;&gt;the joys that kept me smiling ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;something would try hard enough..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;to crush a soul ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;under the feet of destruction..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;that taught me the better of life..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3;&quot;&gt;to simple nod and walk ahead..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3;&quot;&gt;I caught myself up in emotions ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3;&quot;&gt;Also a few things of which I had never dreamt ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #cfe2f3;&quot;&gt;I could not stop anymore ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;Had walked too far ahead ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;I did think to slow down for once ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;But, what if I could never pick up pace, again?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;I would simply close my eyes and move on ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fff2cc;&quot;&gt;Knowing a better part of myself ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fff2cc;&quot;&gt;Did I tread too long living for others?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fff2cc;&quot;&gt;Did I see myself dependent?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fff2cc;&quot;&gt;Did the sense of reason run out of me?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;Did a part me fade away?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;I couldnt have have known ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;until a strength walked passed..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;looked back and passed a peaceful smile ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9d2e9;&quot;&gt;held my hand ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9d2e9;&quot;&gt;it led me on ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9d2e9;&quot;&gt;That was a touch of love ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9d2e9;&quot;&gt;there was a certain warmth ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;there was a certain charm and protection ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;I knew then nothing could go wrong ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;I learnt to introspect ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #ead1dc;&quot;&gt;I learnt to keep quiet ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;background-color: #fce5cd;&quot;&gt; learnt to observe the good and worse ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fce5cd;&quot;&gt;And react when required ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fce5cd;&quot;&gt;It was a motivation ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fce5cd;&quot;&gt;It was a driving force ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;Life seemed to be mocking me once ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;It seemed to be applauding me next ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;Such irony when you find a precious gem ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #d9ead3;&quot;&gt;when all could walk over were slippery pebbles..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;Thats when I questioned ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;thats when I seeked ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;I was on a lookout ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #f4cccc;&quot;&gt;To find a different side of me ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fff2cc;&quot;&gt;I closed my eyes and listened ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fff2cc;&quot;&gt;To the music in everything ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fff2cc;&quot;&gt;I learnt to trust something without questioning ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b style=&quot;background-color: #fff2cc;&quot;&gt;because that someone knew a better part of me ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;table align=&quot;center&quot; cellpadding=&quot;0&quot; cellspacing=&quot;0&quot; class=&quot;tr-caption-container&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/350153344_54978aadd7.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/350153344_54978aadd7.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class=&quot;tr-caption&quot; style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;cuz it made me live .. made me think ..made me realise who I am &amp;lt;3 &amp;lt;3&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #a64d79; font-family: &#39;Trebuchet MS&#39;, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;to judge them through the times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;to look around and find,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;finally what matters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Through every nook and corner,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Through every tear and smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;All the darkness that gripped,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But,eventually its mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That joy which numbs me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;That stare which ceases,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;The rhythm of my breath,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and my heart beat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I could savor the moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I could stop the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I could just stand there,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and say its all mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Waited too long to feel,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;too see the same ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;To whisper the same words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;that made me live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Undying was how it was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;distances never did grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;left behind my reasons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;to start it all new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I walked over those memories,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I walk ahead to make new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I look behind at all those tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;and now the smiles that are new.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Oh!it has all washes away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;time taught me the better of it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I grew in what i felt and my thinking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;this is a new time and new age.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I look back to what was,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Now,I cant regret,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Am starting a new life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #741b47; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;&quot;&gt;This is not just another moment ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/feeds/3375222015214062640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-just-another-moment.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/3375222015214062640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5715625153743045902/posts/default/3375222015214062640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pearl-pulkita.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-just-another-moment.html' title='Not Just Another Moment'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05165046116800109350</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>