<?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-6213441821599770724</id><updated>2024-10-24T17:06:20.310-04:00</updated><category term="Life"/><category term="Poetry"/><category term="Love"/><category term="Fiction"/><category term="College Life"/><category term="Comic"/><category term="Fun"/><category term="Prose"/><category term="Radio"/><category term="Traffic"/><title type='text'>XCENTRIC-ANGEL</title><subtitle type='html'>About life, love and everything in between.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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>90</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-3829401754586069552</id><published>2018-11-11T09:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2018-11-11T09:54:26.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;I close my eyes and I see you.&lt;br&gt;
In every cell of my body, is you.&lt;br&gt;
You&#39;ve become a part of me,&lt;br&gt;
and now I can&#39;t just be.&lt;br&gt;
Without you it&#39;s eternity&lt;br&gt;
spent without knowing me.&lt;br&gt;
There is no color,&lt;br&gt;
no shine, no memory.&lt;br&gt;
Of life, of me, of reality.&lt;br&gt;
Nothing after you,&lt;br&gt;
nothing before you.&lt;br&gt;
A shadow of the past.&lt;br&gt;
A glimpse into serenity&lt;br&gt;
Never have I ever seen, &lt;br&gt;
something perfect, like we&#39;ve been.&lt;br&gt;
We loved, we adored, we worshipped.&lt;br&gt;
We were one soul in two bodies.&lt;br&gt;
Entwined together, we thought we&#39;d be.&lt;br&gt;
But destiny said you weren&#39;t meant for me.&lt;br&gt;
I fought, and I struggled to hold on tight.&lt;br&gt;
But you slipped through my fingers that night.&lt;br&gt;
You didn&#39;t look back,&lt;br&gt;
to see my cry.&lt;br&gt;
I was on my knees, &lt;br&gt;
begging to die.&lt;br&gt;
Cause without you,&lt;br&gt;
there was nothing I could do. &lt;br&gt;
So I floated along in life&lt;br&gt;
fuelled by our memories. &lt;br&gt;
Of the times we had.&lt;br&gt;
The love we shared.&lt;br&gt;
The promises we thought&lt;br&gt;
we&#39;d never break.&lt;br&gt;
I&#39;m still here, floating around,&lt;br&gt;
waiting to hear the sound,&lt;br&gt;
of your loving voice,&lt;br&gt;
asking me to come back home.&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/3829401754586069552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/3829401754586069552?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/3829401754586069552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/3829401754586069552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2018/11/lost-love.html' title='Lost Love'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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-6213441821599770724.post-106625697705021249</id><published>2017-02-08T01:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2017-02-09T09:12:45.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Within Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;p dir=&quot;ltr&quot;&gt;Rage of emotions like a storm in the sea&lt;br&gt;
When will it calm down, and let me be&lt;br&gt;
It takes me up, and throws me down&lt;br&gt;
Hurting me, bruising me, making me strong.&lt;br&gt;
I can not avoid it, I do not want it&lt;br&gt;
But to soar above it, a light has to be lit.&lt;br&gt;
A fire grows within me, &lt;br&gt;
Claiming me, calming me,&lt;br&gt;
Raging slowly, growing bright.&lt;br&gt;
What is this plight? Is this right?&lt;br&gt;
What a paradox of emotions I feel!&lt;br&gt;
The Source close to me, yet far from me.&lt;br&gt;
When will it stop, when will I let go&lt;br&gt;
What is this wonder, what is its goal?&lt;br&gt;
A war dance begins in the depths of my soul&lt;br&gt;
Will it break me or consume me whole?&lt;br&gt;
Yet the storm rages, and the waves crash with force&lt;br&gt;
How do I get away from its course? &lt;br&gt;
A slow and steady beat of the drums I hear.&lt;br&gt;
Beating through the storm, and coming near.&lt;br&gt;
I am still, I am here, in the middle of the storm, &lt;br&gt;
I can hear.&lt;br&gt;
The steady beat aligns with my heart&lt;br&gt;
All the fright in me departs.&lt;br&gt;
The clouds slightly part&lt;br&gt;
And the light flows like beautiful art.&lt;br&gt;
the storm has passed, and yet I stand&lt;br&gt;
Stronger than ever, courageous and grand.&lt;br&gt;
I close my eyes and smile at the sea&lt;br&gt;
For all along the Source was within me!&lt;/p&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/106625697705021249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/106625697705021249?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/106625697705021249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/106625697705021249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2017/02/within-me.html' title='Within Me'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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-6213441821599770724.post-2965084433524669928</id><published>2016-12-23T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2016-12-23T23:39:57.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ECHOS OF THE PAST (18th Oct 2008) </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;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;Stillness of the mountains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;with the night skies stained in moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;fill the air slowly with the songs of Crickets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;The wind blows whispering promises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;of those who once lived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;The calmness of this night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;with the coolness of the breeze &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;that brushes my face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;sing along in whispers, of love notes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;of those who once lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;Grey mountains look stately&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;upon the dark blue waters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;water that ripples slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;touching the shores,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;and softly caressing them like lovers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;who once lived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;Eons have gone by, since&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;those people lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;But every glance of nature around me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;captures the essence of the life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;they have fulfilled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;Now its my turn to fulfill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;a dream that is now tangible,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;which makes all the past I lived forgivable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;I live again now with renewed enthusiasm,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;but sometimes still wondering about the lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6600cc;&quot;&gt;of those who once lived!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;br /&gt;
Old Poetry - 2008&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;On a warm summer&#39;s night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;walking down the seashore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;hand in hand, lost in our thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;building castle of sand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;I see the love in your eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;It shines so bright that I would want nothing more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;but to hold you in my arms, tight!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;What lovely sight, the moonlight in your eyes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;The twinkling stars in your smile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;Oh, what a warm summer&#39;s night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;The two of us as one soul and one love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;with a whole lot of magick around us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;A perfect night when dreams come true,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;and love becomes everything that is divine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;The ripples of the sea, gently touching our feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;invite us into the splendour of the Ocean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;With our passions ignited&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;we enter the cool blue waters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;Our bodies burning like fire on ice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #993399;&quot;&gt;bringing us closer on a warm summer&#39;s night!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;br /&gt;
Old Poetry - 2004&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;Someday I will be with you,&lt;br /&gt;alone in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;taking me away in a trance,&lt;br /&gt;lost in your embrace.&lt;br /&gt;Skin to skin and heart to heart,&lt;br /&gt;with feelings hard to part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;With clouded eyes I watch you move,&lt;br /&gt;feeding my fire with your steady groove,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet smell of skin, like a rose in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;like in a selfish instant a sinner sinned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;A day when love and passions unfold&lt;br /&gt;to tease the mind of lovers; mould&lt;br /&gt;two hearts as one, and breath life into an unborn sun.&lt;br /&gt;The rays of which form heaven on earth, a moment were we breath as one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;Lost in this moment time flies by. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #ff6600;&quot;&gt;We shall meet again on a day like this,&lt;br /&gt;near the brook where we first kissed.&lt;br /&gt;We will meet again&lt;br /&gt;were we felt the pain of our eternal bliss.&lt;br /&gt;We shall relive each moment as if it were our last,&lt;br /&gt;each worry in the wind we will cast.&lt;br /&gt;Someday my love! Our love will surely last!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;br /&gt;
Old Poetry - 2005&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5044120244500013291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/5044120244500013291?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/5044120244500013291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/5044120244500013291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2016/12/someday-2005.html' title='Someday (2005) '/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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/AVvXsEiqhTFkBwN9eqWbhRoRW-1gvB4T6qZHT0L6nbe-vRae1fOTXsm-4G7khjn2tbtgLaaAg1p_HH6wlSdR25EzpYRH8nkDv-6zVBnQyy3xMWFQJvwEnuH4WvqYo9TYEnjUAyoYTzFQ9HgdaoE/s72-c/untitled.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-3430852863680260210</id><published>2016-12-23T23:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2016-12-23T23:32:14.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing You (2004)</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;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;You fill each day of mine, with sunshine so bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;Like the smell of Jasmine on a warm summer&#39;s night.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;Your presence makes my world feel alright!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;You are my love, my life, without whom I could never be me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;You are my strenght at times when I am weak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;Your laughter fills up my heart with joy,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;like a baby playing with his favourite toy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;But it hurts now when I smile, because&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;my heart still remembers when you were still by my side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;I wish you were here right now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;filling my senses with your love. But now,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;I miss you my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #000099;&quot;&gt;with every waking moment of my life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;br /&gt;
Old Poetry - 2004&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;(Dedicated to a dear friend I lost. To Mudit, on his birthday, I will always remember you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;What do I wish for you, old friend, on your birthday? &lt;br /&gt;
Do I wish you a happy one or a one that can keep you safe till we meet again? &lt;br /&gt;
It is not easy to wish you as you are so far away&lt;br /&gt;
Looking down on us all, and smiling to yourself &lt;br /&gt;
Wondering, I suppose, if we remember you.&lt;br /&gt;
The truth is that, you will always be in our hearts &lt;br /&gt;
No matter how far, you will always be remembered &lt;br /&gt;
Remembered for the friend you were to many&lt;br /&gt;
Remembered for your wit, for your love of knowledge &lt;br /&gt;
Remembered for the songs you sang and the laughter you spread &lt;br /&gt;
Remembered for the wonderful person you were&lt;br /&gt;
Remembered for making this world a better place &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;So for your birthday, I don&#39;t want to be sad&lt;br /&gt;
I want to remember you for the friend you were to me&lt;br /&gt;
For standing by me, helping me, teaching me&lt;br /&gt;
For loving me as only a true friend can.&lt;br /&gt;
You are missed every day now,&lt;br /&gt;
but I know it is only for a while. &lt;br /&gt;
Because death is never the end.&lt;br /&gt;
So I wish you a Happy New Beginning, my friend. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: purple;&quot;&gt;By Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;We often
blink when we think,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;What
makes the world go around?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;Is it
money or power or new love found?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;Money
money money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;! That&#39;s what people say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;But if we
look twice, we&#39;ll know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;there is
more across the bay!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;&#39;&lt;em&gt;Nay&#39;
&lt;/em&gt;people say, &#39;&lt;em&gt;Its money alright&#39;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;But &#39;&lt;em&gt;No&#39;&lt;/em&gt;
I say, &#39;&lt;em&gt;They arent so bright&#39;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;For they
do not see the smile on the face of a child,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;Nor do
they see the magic of nature in all its might!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;They
often forget for what they shout out &#39;MONEY&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;It is to
make their loved ones have a life so sunny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;The bonds
of love are more powerful than anything in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;but eyes
of people, are often very blurred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;For they
do not see the happness in the eyes of a mother,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;nor the
sister&#39;s adoration for her brother.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;All they
see is cold hard paper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;for which
they can also be an apper,&lt;br /&gt;
in whom greed grows like a creeper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;Now you
can see clearly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;that
people think, barely.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;Cause
they don&#39;t seem to see the difference at all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;So now
can you tell me, what use is money?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;If they
cannot love any?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;So I
recommend, to love everyone my friend,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;and
then&#39;ll you&#39;ll know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #009900;&quot;&gt;what
really makes the World go around!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;br /&gt;
Old Poetry - 2nd Aug 2002&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Who am I? Where am I headed?&lt;br /&gt;
A woman, a being so dreaded.&lt;br /&gt;
&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;What do you know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;?&#39;, they say,&lt;br /&gt;
all your life, till your old and grey.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;It doesn&#39;t matter if you are strong&lt;br /&gt;
Being a woman, you&#39;re always wrong&lt;br /&gt;
Everyday we hope to win the battle &lt;br /&gt;
But we are mostly looked at as cattle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s not just men who makes these rules,&lt;br /&gt;
some women too, follow them, just like fools&lt;br /&gt;
Stand against the tide, to ride and die,&lt;br /&gt;
Only to have your wings clipped, from soaring too high.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;A woman I am, and would always be&lt;br /&gt;
Dreaming a dream of being free&lt;br /&gt;
Trying to keep a promise I made to myself&lt;br /&gt;
That I would one day conquer the world itself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;A promise to stand tall&lt;br /&gt;
Even with bruises and all&lt;br /&gt;
Wearing my scars with pride&lt;br /&gt;
And a smile on my face, with every stride.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;No one knows what goes on inside&lt;br /&gt;
A woman who is cast aside&lt;br /&gt;
So beware her wrath&lt;br /&gt;
She is a goddess on a path of war.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;By Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Judge me not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;for I am a traveler &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;I roam around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;from hither to thither &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Always looking &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;seldom finding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;a kind word &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;nor a loving gesture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Is it so hard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Sometimes I wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Still, I look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;for that closed book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;For the love that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;is ours to behold!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Some say that,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;we are all just brothers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;If we are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;then why the hatred&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;If we are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;then why&amp;nbsp;the blood on your hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;We are all labelled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;yet from these labels we can break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;So caught up in what is right &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;we don&#39;t see the wrong again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Isn&#39;t love supposed to be natural&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;isn&#39;t love supposed to be real&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Then why are you fighting me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;when I am down on my knees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Stop now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Look around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Do you see a lot of happy faces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;or do you a soul less lot?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Judge me not &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;for I am not in your shoes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;And sorry&amp;nbsp;my friend&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;you are not in mine too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;Wars come and wars go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;we don&#39;t stop fighting though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;stuck in a battle within our minds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;struggling ,still, to see the light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;when will it&amp;nbsp;happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;when will it stop?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;when can&amp;nbsp;we look&amp;nbsp;in each other eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;and&amp;nbsp;speak of love, not of lies?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;When will the hating stop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;when will the walls fall?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;when will we be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;not to judge anyone at all?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #20124d;&quot;&gt;by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Another day has ended, another year has gone by&lt;br /&gt;
The same old story, another try at life.&lt;br /&gt;
We make promises, resolutions no less&lt;br /&gt;
Yet, as the clock strikes the hour, everyone forgets&lt;br /&gt;
This year is the same as the last, as the one before that.&lt;br /&gt;
So what&#39;s new this year, what do we do instead? &lt;/div&gt;
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Take a close look at yourself. How far you have come! &lt;br /&gt;
Realise that the journey has been a struggle, &lt;br /&gt;
Yet you found the strength somehow&lt;br /&gt;
You fought your battles,&amp;nbsp; you&#39;ve won your wars.&lt;br /&gt;
You stood tall when you heard your call. &lt;/div&gt;
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Take a moment for it to sink in&lt;br /&gt;
Revel in the moment, but remember that you are not done &lt;br /&gt;
Time goes on and so must you &lt;br /&gt;
Learning and creating a new version of you, say like a v2.2!&lt;br /&gt;
So think hard. There is always a choice. &lt;br /&gt;
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Choose to live this year, literally come alive! &lt;/div&gt;
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Find joy in all you do, and let excitement follow you &lt;br /&gt;
Have an adventure, or go on a trip&lt;br /&gt;
Do something but never sit still. &lt;br /&gt;
There is so much to see and so much feel &lt;br /&gt;
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So why stop there, have your fill.&lt;br /&gt;
Time will pass you by when you are not looking &lt;br /&gt;
But don&#39;t let it stop you from having a new year that&#39;s full of thrill! &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;With blackboards and chalk pieces, &lt;br /&gt;
Art books and drawing sheets,&lt;br /&gt;
rulers and geometry sets, &lt;br /&gt;
and notebooks, don&#39;t forget. &lt;br /&gt;
The smell of ink, and first cursive writing &lt;br /&gt;
Oh! The feeling, so exciting. &lt;br /&gt;
With text books and labels,&lt;br /&gt;
with stories and fabels,&lt;br /&gt;
you taught us to cross roads, &lt;br /&gt;
and today we cross nations and more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Armed with History, Physics and Chemistry,&lt;br /&gt;
we have tried to slove most of worlds mysteries. &lt;br /&gt;
Biology and Zoology have shown us where we are from, &lt;br /&gt;
but only the future will show us what we&#39;ve become. &lt;br /&gt;
Even though Mathematics flew over my head&lt;br /&gt;
English literature saved me from its dread.&lt;br /&gt;
We have been to Colleges and Universities,&lt;br /&gt;
and it has taught us about human diversities. &lt;br /&gt;
Philosophy has always been a friend. &lt;br /&gt;
And lets not forget Psychology in the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;No matter what, we could not have done it without you &lt;br /&gt;
You guided us, picked us up, and put us on the best path you knew.&lt;br /&gt;
You moulded us like clay,&lt;br /&gt;
into the person we are today. &lt;br /&gt;
For this we are ever so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;
For this we are ever so joyful. &lt;br /&gt;
Being a teacher is not easy, &lt;br /&gt;
and teaching us couldn&#39;t have been breezy.&lt;br /&gt;
Yet you stood strong, &lt;br /&gt;
and told us right from wrong.&lt;br /&gt;
Sometimes you taught in classrooms, &lt;br /&gt;
and other times at home. &lt;br /&gt;
Wherever possible a lesson was taught, &lt;br /&gt;
so we may grow to have a big brave heart.&lt;br /&gt;
For this and more I will always cherish you.&lt;br /&gt;
My teacher,&amp;nbsp; my guide, I am what I am, because I learnt from you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: blue;&quot;&gt;Happy Teacher&#39;s Day to each and every teacher, professional or parent, uncle or aunt, friend or foe, who taught us valuable life lessons. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&quot;Squeeze that ab&lt;/i&gt;..&lt;i&gt;.6,7,8,9, one more...uuughhhh 10! Phew!! That&#39;s it. I can&#39;t do it anymore&lt;/i&gt;&quot;.&lt;br /&gt;
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How much do you weigh? When are you going to start taking care of all that weight? Don&#39;t you want to look good? If you don&#39;t become thin no one is ever going to marry you. Don&#39;t be lazy, get off your ass and workout.&lt;br /&gt;
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How many of us have been there and heard that?&lt;br /&gt;
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I am guessing we have heard these comments and others much worse. Weight is such a big problem and root cause of unhappiness. Why does everyone focus of how good one must look and not on how healthy one must be? We feel that if we are a certain weight then we will be happy. Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;
Do you think being your ideal weight you will be happy? Do you think that people who are not are unhappy?&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a certain weight and then waiting for happiness is such a horrible concept that just ruins everybody&#39;s life. The world is focusing on all the wrong stuff when it comes to weight. Hoping, craving, getting depressed, starving, getting sick, and all this for what?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;If only I was *insert ideal weight* then I would be happier. People will respect me, love me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Isn&#39;t this such a sad thing to feel? And who is to blame for a world of unhappiness? It&#39;s us. It&#39;s people like you and me. It&#39;s your closest friends and family. It&#39;s the way the world is talks about weight and being skinny. I for one am exhausted at this never ending sadness the world and its people are putting inside of them. Children are becoming anorexic and bulimic, and for what??? To fit into a dress that says size 0? Some jackass started some fad somewhere about being skinny and that&#39;s gone viral. It is more like a virus. A viral infection.&lt;br /&gt;
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How many of us can look into the mirror and really appreciate themselves for they are? Oh no...don&#39;t look at that blemish, or that muffin top. Why not! Why not love each and every imperfection in us that makes us so perfect. Each one of us is beautiful just the way we are. Imagine a world where everyone looks the same. The same make up. The same fashion sense. How boring would that be?&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel that our body image has everything to do with how we think of ourselves. &#39;Body-esteem&#39; I like to call it, is extremely low in each of us. And now we are infecting our children with body-esteem issues.When are we going to realize that our bodies are magical beings, and our minds their controllers? Please don&#39;t think that I am telling you not to take care of your health. That is the most important thing. Aim to be fit not thin. The focus is all wrong. I for one have battled weight issues all my life. And one thing that I realized is that as long as I am happy, my body also reacts to the change and is more radiant, and the extra weight also seems to drop off.&lt;br /&gt;
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So what do we do?&lt;br /&gt;
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Erase all negative thoughts from your mind. Easier said than done, this one. But let me tell you something. A happier mind is a happier body and a happier life. And who wouldn&#39;t want that? We spend so much money on so many different things like cosmetics and weight loss solutions that we forget to use the most powerful tool of them all. The Mind!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here are a few suggestions to turn your body-esteem issues into body loving and happier living.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1) Just Be.&lt;/b&gt; Sit quietly for a few minutes in a place you feel calm and peaceful. It could be your bed, in front of a lake or a water body, a garden or a park, or anywhere where you are not disturbed by everything going on in your life, Now just listen. Yes, listen. Listen to your breathing, listen to the sounds all around you, try listening to the beat of your heart. Allow thoughts to come in. I am sure many of you may think, &lt;i&gt;what am I doing? I feel like such an idiot just sitting here all by myself. &lt;/i&gt;That is okay. Just be.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2) Focus.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Focus on your thoughts and your feelings. Listen to what they are telling you. Try not to hold on to them, listen and let it go. In the beginning it is a little difficult not to get caught up on your thoughts. If it helps, close your eyes. Now focus on your feelings. What do you feel? Do you feel the breeze caressing your face? The softness of the grass beneath your feet? Do you feel the calm spreading over your body? Can you feel the excitement in your soul? Focus on what you feel. Any emotion that comes into your mind. Feel it.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3) Be a child.&lt;/b&gt; Think of how it would be if you were a child again. Would you feel carefree? How would you feel? Children are the greatest teachers one can have. Look at them play, look at them laugh, look at them cry. What do you see? They do it with all their little heart. That is the key to being happy. They don&#39;t focus on how fat they are or how sad they feel or what their future holds. Imagine if you were a child once again. What would you do differently? Would you laugh whole heartedly? Would you play more? Act silly? Dance? Twirl? Get down and dirty? Does this excite you?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4) Make a list.&lt;/b&gt; A list of things that inspire you, people that inspire you. Make a list of things you always wanted to do and have not had the time to do. It could be anything, like sleeping the whole day to going on a trip. Sometimes we forget who we really are. We forget that we are magical beings. We are not machines, and we need to do things that makes us happy, that excite us. Try doing only those things that excite you everyday, and look at your life change. &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5) Get creative. &lt;/b&gt;Paint, dance, sing as loud as you can. Don&#39;t worry if you are good at it or not. Do you think a child cares if his/her little drawing is a master piece? Don&#39;t worry about who is looking, or who is judging you. Understand that those who do are lost in the mundane world of societal rules. They may laugh at you and call you crazy for doing what you are doing. But don&#39;t let that stop you. Shaking your body loose will not only relax your body, but does something to your mind that makes you smile.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6) Laugh a lot.&lt;/b&gt; Laughing releases stress from your mind, and is sooooo contagious. Watch funny movies or videos that make you laugh like crazy. Laughing makes you feel so good inside. It makes the world look good again. I can&#39;t stress enough how much laughter helps. Get goofy and play pranks with your friends or your loved ones and just laugh. It also helps you sleep better, mind gets clearer, and it has unbelievable effects on your health.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7) Be kind.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;First of all be kind to yourself. Forgive yourself for your past mistakes. Take only the good stuff from all your experiences. Try not to be so stern with yourself. Then be kind to strangers. How many of us pass a stranger on the road struggling with something, and we just keep walking. Why not stop and give them a hand? Maybe they are having a bad day, and your kind gesture may life their spirit. Pay a compliment to someone, spread a few smiles, help an elderly person cross the road, offer to help your neighbor or friend if they need it. We are becoming such mechanical people, that technology is what runs our lives now. Our world is in dire need of love and kindness. A small gesture of kindness will make you feel so good.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8) Be grateful.&lt;/b&gt; Thank the Universe/God/Earth for what you have. We forget to thank the Source for all the good things in our lives because we tend to focus on the negative. But each day be thank for the love you have in your life, from your kids, your parents, your friends, your spouse, your pet, or anything that makes you happy. Be grateful for the roof over your head, the food that you eat, the bed that you sleep on. Be grateful for your body, your legs, your hands, your brain, your skills, yourself. Being grateful is a powerful tool. The more grateful you are the more positive your life will be. I have seen this happen in my life.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;9) Visualize.&lt;/b&gt; You want that perfect body, so what do you do? Visualize! Imagine the way you want to look. Write it down, every detail. Visualize you have beautiful healthy hair, radiant complexion, healthy teeth, a fit and healthy body, and a perfectly well oiled inside. Now if you can, record it. Make sure you say, &#39;I have&#39; instead of &#39;I am going to have&#39; or &#39;I will have&#39;. Listen to this recording whenever you can. Put on your headphones and listen to it even while you do your regular work. Believe what you hear, feel it with every fiber in your body. Feel as if you are what you say you are in your recording. Do this everyday. Look at yourself in the mirror and visualize yourself &amp;nbsp;they way you want to be. Try not to focus on the negative images that you get in your mind. Within a month of believing in your visualization, you will see results.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;10) Eat healthy. &lt;/b&gt;Diets don&#39;t work. Trust me, I have tried so many of them. But the important thing is to know what is going into your body. Read your labels, if possible avoid buying packaged food, refine sugars or artificial sweeteners, or processed products. Fizzy drinks that erode the enamel of your teeth could be doing much worse in your tummy. The new you doesn&#39;t need artificial things, it needs nutrients. Try to avoid carcinogenic foods, fast foods, and foods that come out of packets. I know you must have heard millions of people say this. But remember our goal is to make ourselves healthy. Try healthier options of everything. You know fried food is not good. If you cannot avoid it, eat smaller portions. By satiating your taste buds, you don&#39;t deprive yourself of them.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;11) Stay Active.&lt;/b&gt; Shake your body, go for a long walk at what ever pace you want to go on, go hiking, or camping, play a sport, go to a mall and window shop, exercise, dance like crazy, play with your kids or your pets. Play...that is the secret. When we play we do not realize how time flies. And we do not feel like we are exercising. Its a small trick that not only makes you happy, but also helps you lose extra weight. Happier people are more active, and hence have better health. Remember be like a child. So lets play!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;12) Be yourself.&lt;/b&gt; What is it that you feel like being today? Be that today. Do what ever makes you smile, and be happy. When you are yourself, you feel free, and your spirit soars. You will also begin to love yourself. Don&#39;t beat yourself up with whatever happened in the past, and do not worry about the future. Just be. Make a choice to let go of your negative past, and choose to redefine yourself. You are not what you are 5 mins ago. Try living in the now, feel each and every emotion, live in the moment. You can choose to be whoever you want to be. So why not choose to be a happier person, and not wait for someone or something to make you happier.&lt;br /&gt;
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Wait, what about the weight? Well, being happy and loving the way you are will help you lose those extra pounds. A happy mind that doesn&#39;t judge its body for the way it is, and that doesn&#39;t let anyone else dictate how its body should look, will automatically programme itself into looking for ways to keep you healthy and happy. It&#39;s all about being in love with yourself. And this is how I feel you can fall in love with yourself, all over again.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Happy falling in Love!&lt;br /&gt;
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by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;When was the last time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;you lay on the grass&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;felt the sun on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;knelt down in prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;laughed like a child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;played a little game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;shed a few tears&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;loved with your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;made paper boats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;danced in the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;believed that everything will be ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;What will you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;if time passes you by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;when all love is lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;and the clock has ticked out?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;will you find yourself alone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;is death all you mourn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;what will you do,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;when the birds don&#39;t sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;when the rivers run dry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;and when everything around you dies?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;Who will you hold when your breath feels cold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;What would you do...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;if you had another chance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;to love and to dance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;Will you fill your life with light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;and stay out of a fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;will you dance late into the night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;or give into the fright?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;will you laugh till your sides hurt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;and roll around in the dirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;will you remember to smell the flowers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;and not stay behind bars?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;Time is such a fleeting thing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;one moment here, gone in a sting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;beg as you much as you can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;not a second will throw back its hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;Moments lost are forever gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;remembered non the less, on and on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;regret and grief is all that if left&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;its a grand design, its a grand theft.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;so here are my two cents&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;and I hope this makes sense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;live your life, every second of every minute,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;till you feel, &#39;aah! At last, I have done it&#39;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #4c1130;&quot;&gt;by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/5974430783743392725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/5974430783743392725?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/5974430783743392725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/5974430783743392725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2014/03/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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/AVvXsEgEl45xy3PAWU3x1ub0GbGvABmBlEP5YU28thXtu6Bdf7a-rpnj_i2iYsKcX7_5Cflmvvl8rtiYwsHesE1CTQuJxcYpcKskFqoH6_peH_nDDSrujpWZlpYO8ayaKtXwQJjOo9U9YTwfXeTW/s72-c/time-management.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-1655173228602580656</id><published>2013-02-20T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2013-02-20T13:50:12.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream come true</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf5Bo5V5XUm2IhgVkLZ1uxeCQJQAbC_obYSuW0IpOLxZz0-zGtWYVjo7DrLnqSuU5Emo_WVYsyduEzf4qX7jpv5T_sQAauDGn-CWO_4OKlrJ_HGiyPGiS3K0l_WR3C9SM5I0HTXv-dEuG/s1600/7179a0e8184d6a471c6d51d622c7e340.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjFf5Bo5V5XUm2IhgVkLZ1uxeCQJQAbC_obYSuW0IpOLxZz0-zGtWYVjo7DrLnqSuU5Emo_WVYsyduEzf4qX7jpv5T_sQAauDGn-CWO_4OKlrJ_HGiyPGiS3K0l_WR3C9SM5I0HTXv-dEuG/s1600/7179a0e8184d6a471c6d51d622c7e340.jpg&quot; height=&quot;291&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;I gave up all hope. I knew all was lost. A shift in the wind, a gentle caress of the breeze, felt magikal. But yet I had given up. I lost all hope of finding love again. A romantic movie, a couple walking on the road; all this looked like a distant dream. A dream that I had, and &amp;nbsp;lost. A dream I thought I will never find.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;An evening came by on a cool January day. I was exhausted and just wanted to go home from work and sleep. Just then I get a call from my mother saying that she wanted me to meet someone. I thought, &lt;i&gt;oh one more person to the long list of &#39;potentials&#39;&lt;/i&gt;. You see, after I had given up on love, my parents wanted to prove to me that love can happen again. And I saw this glimmer of hope evaporate into thin air, each time I met a &#39;prospect&#39;. I mean, how many people find real love by meeting random people from some site?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;Apparently it does happen. And that&#39;s how it happened. A total stranger walked into my life that evening. I wanted to get this over with. Too tired to converse, I plastered a smile on my face. But soon that fake smile became real. I laughed, I fought, I argued, and I began to feel a stirring in my heart. I dismissed the thought as one of those passing moments when everything felt like a possibility.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;I sat there in the coffee shop, glad that the person I met also loves coffee as much as I do. It was an easy conversation that lasted a few hours. It was the longest conversation with a so called &#39;prospect&#39;. But then I let it be, I went with the flow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;The next day, I got up feeling negative about the whole thing. This was one of my defense mechanism that told me to shun away anyone who could remotely be interested in me. Why? Well, I am 30 yrs old and I have a comfortable life, my own friends circle I was very comfortable with and I didn&#39;t want my world turned upside down!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;I almost forgot about the meeting till I get a call from him. He likes me! &lt;i&gt;Well my mom will be relieved&lt;/i&gt;, was the first thought that went into my head. But wait. Was I ready for this? My system started panicking. Did I really want to be with someone? Let someone in? Into a life that I was so comfortable with? Well someone once said that life starts when you move out of your comfort zone. Did I want to move out of my comfort zone? I had no idea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;So I started with the scare-him-off-till-he-runs-a-mile theory. I called him up and told him why he shouldn&#39;t be with me. How Xcentric I am, and how life with me would be difficult. But I guess when a man makes up his mind, there is little that can perturb&amp;nbsp;him. I played all my cards and I was left with nothing. Then I started listening. And I realized that this man was here for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;I have been searching for him all my life, and he was finally here. A man who understood me, understood my eccentricities. A man who would stand by me, through my ups and downs. A man who will love me no matter what or who I was, or will be. A man who would be my&amp;nbsp;strength&amp;nbsp;and my support. My heart began to feel again. It started with a lot of excitement. My heart beat a little faster. Could it be? A dream that I thought I lost was right here in front of me, offering me his hand to hold?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;The feelings began to grow in me. A little by little. Taking over my world, making it his.And then this world began to change as well, it turned into our world. And today I know, love can happen, not once, but more than that. Love never stops happening. If you open your heart, it will pour in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;Love is there in every corner, waiting to seep through your veins and into your heart. Dreams do come true. I&amp;nbsp;believed in mine, do you believe in yours?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1655173228602580656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/1655173228602580656?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/1655173228602580656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/1655173228602580656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2013/02/dream-come-true.html' title='Dream come true'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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/AVvXsEjFf5Bo5V5XUm2IhgVkLZ1uxeCQJQAbC_obYSuW0IpOLxZz0-zGtWYVjo7DrLnqSuU5Emo_WVYsyduEzf4qX7jpv5T_sQAauDGn-CWO_4OKlrJ_HGiyPGiS3K0l_WR3C9SM5I0HTXv-dEuG/s72-c/7179a0e8184d6a471c6d51d622c7e340.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-9134436303784362803</id><published>2012-12-03T12:21:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-12-03T12:22:49.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Puppets</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
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All are but puppets in this world&lt;/div&gt;
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Strung up and ready to roll&lt;/div&gt;
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walking talking and playing along&lt;/div&gt;
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To the divine makers gong&lt;/div&gt;
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We do not wait nor watch&lt;/div&gt;
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Or understand the plot&lt;/div&gt;
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Living like this as long as we can&lt;/div&gt;
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Till death hits us with a pan&lt;/div&gt;
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Pretending all the time&lt;/div&gt;
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Like actors in some mime&lt;/div&gt;
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Not knowing when the scene will end&lt;/div&gt;
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Laughing we go along every bend&lt;/div&gt;
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But when the lights go out&lt;/div&gt;
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In our minds there&#39;s a doubt&lt;/div&gt;
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Are we living a life&lt;/div&gt;
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Or are we living a lie&lt;/div&gt;
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Questions we don&#39;t seek&amp;nbsp;answers&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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What are we here to prove?&lt;/div&gt;
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Divine string dancers are we&lt;/div&gt;
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One day we will finally see.&lt;/div&gt;
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by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/9134436303784362803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/9134436303784362803?isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/9134436303784362803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/9134436303784362803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2012/12/all-are-but-puppets-in-this-world.html' title='Puppets'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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/AVvXsEhI9JFtSNJgnxUvL_S7p0qFCy3ysE8AQpCXf3rtzgwydukgzJr0qhu3p-JNG8QmKeKDtCcLmpGhE3viJgVEj2qvf66YFdJKR2U8HTGDd-BRUuu24blF_F0Io_W490JrRcmffZL1RnWfkN6_/s72-c/royalty-free-puppet-clipart-illustration-1048623.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-6176249581068979147</id><published>2012-11-20T06:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-20T06:29:06.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmcPdwqYgQthezdNlSKn36SlKgQdXgLCj150Z2V43FG267jFFm3XINT4DrRY5hYa_t8msC2vAVI5OUBTaiw4gvxuLVvqitvF0miQn3PZY_k1EfgLgA9BJpG68AthdBK-fErVm1wxBW2FLi/s1600/sunset_in_another_field_Wallpaper__yvt2.JPG&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmcPdwqYgQthezdNlSKn36SlKgQdXgLCj150Z2V43FG267jFFm3XINT4DrRY5hYa_t8msC2vAVI5OUBTaiw4gvxuLVvqitvF0miQn3PZY_k1EfgLgA9BJpG68AthdBK-fErVm1wxBW2FLi/s1600/sunset_in_another_field_Wallpaper__yvt2.JPG&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Vast&amp;nbsp;stretches&amp;nbsp;of land&lt;/div&gt;
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calm and&amp;nbsp;peaceful&amp;nbsp;and serene&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am standing here now&lt;/div&gt;
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Am I lost or found or just being?&lt;/div&gt;
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Thoughts come and thoughts go&lt;/div&gt;
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Memories. Are they from today, tomorrow or years gone by?&lt;/div&gt;
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The whistle of the wind as it touches the grass&lt;/div&gt;
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The crackling of a stream as it passed&lt;/div&gt;
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Is it just a spell or am&amp;nbsp;I in heaven?&lt;/div&gt;
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Peace invades my heart; I&#39;m even&lt;/div&gt;
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Flooding everything out of my self&lt;/div&gt;
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Love, laughter or quite&lt;/div&gt;
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Whatever it is, I need to find.&lt;/div&gt;
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Music in the way the wind moves&lt;/div&gt;
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Making the waves dance&lt;/div&gt;
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the soft sun light in my eyes&lt;/div&gt;
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Golden heaven in my sight&lt;/div&gt;
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The gentle caress of the breeze&lt;/div&gt;
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the cackling of flying geeze&lt;/div&gt;
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The last warm touch of the setting light&lt;/div&gt;
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I know everything is going to be alright.&lt;/div&gt;
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If bliss is here in this very moment&lt;/div&gt;
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then why I go through such torment?&lt;/div&gt;
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The smell of grass&lt;/div&gt;
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the feel of wood&lt;/div&gt;
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with all my senses alive&lt;/div&gt;
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I am ready to fly.&lt;/div&gt;
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If this is peace&lt;/div&gt;
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Can I have it all my life?&lt;/div&gt;
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by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6176249581068979147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/6176249581068979147?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/6176249581068979147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/6176249581068979147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2012/11/peace.html' title='Peace'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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/AVvXsEjmcPdwqYgQthezdNlSKn36SlKgQdXgLCj150Z2V43FG267jFFm3XINT4DrRY5hYa_t8msC2vAVI5OUBTaiw4gvxuLVvqitvF0miQn3PZY_k1EfgLgA9BJpG68AthdBK-fErVm1wxBW2FLi/s72-c/sunset_in_another_field_Wallpaper__yvt2.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-8368828269543420561</id><published>2012-11-16T01:51:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2012-11-16T02:00:04.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLLAZt1h96ADe4WdHK3DThisGDlw4lBU3a8Dp17ghyEc4URS83RpIXNviYX3EOuPO5GQGG-aWpObdGIj1C2en7DcQzU0OddljsQhZ78D5I-YR8xrNaJ6pQfgkghQRT8R2GokXPlggap11r/s1600/sweet_nothings_1a585939b6e94c4ee70427edc13999f3.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLLAZt1h96ADe4WdHK3DThisGDlw4lBU3a8Dp17ghyEc4URS83RpIXNviYX3EOuPO5GQGG-aWpObdGIj1C2en7DcQzU0OddljsQhZ78D5I-YR8xrNaJ6pQfgkghQRT8R2GokXPlggap11r/s1600/sweet_nothings_1a585939b6e94c4ee70427edc13999f3.jpg&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; width=&quot;320&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Whisper softly into my ear&lt;/div&gt;
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Love is but heartbeat away&lt;/div&gt;
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Warm breath, anticipation&lt;/div&gt;
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My life flashes in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;
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clear, like a crystal&lt;/div&gt;
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I would never leave your side&lt;/div&gt;
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The horrors of the past&lt;/div&gt;
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the love that&#39;s lost&lt;/div&gt;
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Our bond is strong&lt;/div&gt;
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Death will come&lt;/div&gt;
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and death will go&lt;/div&gt;
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But we will always be&lt;/div&gt;
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The promises made&lt;/div&gt;
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The hours spent&lt;/div&gt;
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remembering the sweet nothings&lt;/div&gt;
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This is not the end&lt;/div&gt;
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we will meet&lt;/div&gt;
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when the sun shines again&lt;/div&gt;
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One last look&lt;/div&gt;
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One last caress&lt;/div&gt;
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A new promise made&lt;/div&gt;
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A day will come&lt;br /&gt;
When we will&lt;br /&gt;
whisper sweet nothings again&lt;/div&gt;
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by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8368828269543420561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/8368828269543420561?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/8368828269543420561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/8368828269543420561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2012/11/sweet-nothing.html' title='Sweet Nothing'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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/AVvXsEjLLAZt1h96ADe4WdHK3DThisGDlw4lBU3a8Dp17ghyEc4URS83RpIXNviYX3EOuPO5GQGG-aWpObdGIj1C2en7DcQzU0OddljsQhZ78D5I-YR8xrNaJ6pQfgkghQRT8R2GokXPlggap11r/s72-c/sweet_nothings_1a585939b6e94c4ee70427edc13999f3.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-2736940898223039459</id><published>2012-09-18T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-09-19T03:34:17.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Me</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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Do you look at the other person next to you and go, &#39; I wish I had a life like that. Travel the world, make friends, become rich without doing much..&#39; Well I am a person who does that. And I think to myself why? What is wrong with my life? I have a good job...errr...an ok job. Well at least it helps pay the bills! My inner goddess wakes up and tilts her head, with a raised eyebrow and looks at me hard. Okay&amp;nbsp;fine I need a better paying job. But I have great friends?!&lt;br /&gt;
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Again, my inner goddess looks at me and then acts as if she is not interested. Well, I have a few good friends, but what is wrong with that? At least I know I have friends and I can make a lot more. But I still compare my life to the ones whose lives look much more interesting. I figure, &lt;i&gt;hey at least they&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t&amp;nbsp;go to sleep wondering what to do with their lives?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Maybe they do and maybe they&amp;nbsp;don&#39;t. But if a life that can give you a great body, an intelligent mind, and that makes you rich and famous with doing so little, its&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;a life that I would envy. My eyes go green and my skin feels icky. Why do I react to others like this? Would I feel as much as a prick if I saw someone whose life isn&#39;t that great? Someone whose social skills are lower than mine, has no interest in life what so ever and lives with their cat? I don&#39;t think I would even stop for a moment and think, &lt;i&gt;Wait! My life is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;better than that! &lt;/i&gt;Oh no sireee. I would not do that.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have to feel miserable all my life, and when good things do happen, I will crib about the things I don&#39;t have. That is the circle of life. My life. Not a rectangle, not a square, not triangle, but a circle. Just like me. I am circle in a lot of ways. Take for example the way I look. Circle. I know you are shaking your head, and telling me that I can rectify that part of my life and maybe work my way to an &amp;nbsp;hourglass figure? What do you want me to do? Pull a string tightly around my circle? Not a&amp;nbsp;pleasant idea. My&amp;nbsp;conscience just woke up and reminds me of all those times I promised her that I will workout, and how I even bought&amp;nbsp;dumbbells! Yeh...well they are still around somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;
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What about the fact that I am very creative and can be the best in any creative field I apply my mind to? Yes. That&#39;s it! My mind. I keep losing it every now and again. Its so difficult to find it and let it stick around for a while. But who gives a damn about a damsel and her brain?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJ0-l8dlkb768mgLg31MaCKfqOR5Oeojk3FwkYCuLTKd7sdDWhaJxLUwQJTkq8gHgHtjlydXb9BxhD7-YneYx3oQGdtN0KAU_st8tCT2Bsa7LnadJD5VJNeOfPeEs_2tDKVM1Tenl0nM9/s1600/ia_facebook.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;320&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZJ0-l8dlkb768mgLg31MaCKfqOR5Oeojk3FwkYCuLTKd7sdDWhaJxLUwQJTkq8gHgHtjlydXb9BxhD7-YneYx3oQGdtN0KAU_st8tCT2Bsa7LnadJD5VJNeOfPeEs_2tDKVM1Tenl0nM9/s320/ia_facebook.jpg&quot; width=&quot;267&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Most men think that beauty is what they look at, not what it can offer. I like to think I have just forgotten how to play the game. It soothes my ego to think this way. Next time I see a man who is worth my attention I will just go up to him and say, &lt;i&gt;hey...if I met you like a few years/months/weeks/ hours/minutes/seconds ago, I would have actually been interested in you. But now I have been robbed. And the thief took my game. &lt;/i&gt;Hey wait, did I just come up with the best pick up line? Err...maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;
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Moving on.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have you ever looked at another person and thought, &#39;wow, how do they have hair like that? Or a body like that? Or whatever like that? I do this a lot. And let me tell you, it gets me no where. I feel miserable and stare at my hair in the mirror, wondering &lt;i&gt;why me?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;till the mirror cracks (or till I throw something at it). Why do we do this to ourselves?&lt;br /&gt;
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I guess feeling miserable is what we do best. Its our inborn quality, like how the apes climb trees, the fish swim, the birds fly; we love to feel miserable. No one tells us earlier on in lives, that we can actually have anything we want, be who ever we want to be. But for that we need to work hard. Hey, hard work didn&#39;t kill anyone, but I am no risk taker. So I will go back to being my miserable self.&lt;br /&gt;
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But if you have something to say, there is a rectangle box (not a circle) below this post where you can leave your comments. Please feel free to write what ever comes to your mind. What will I do? Well...I am just going to go back to my life now and feel jealous or miserable about things that don&#39;t even make sense!&lt;br /&gt;
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by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/2736940898223039459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/2736940898223039459?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/2736940898223039459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/2736940898223039459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2012/09/little-me.html' title='Little Me'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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/AVvXsEjFd3krnvsgTsiSvVQ6iHTuegzca3PEpoQqAq_r-W-VyjnGVTaU5ZGlj0AJFHKfD1ihetCqREAZZwtIkP9WQFFYRzuGM4gHnlfK-A8dC4fLZenvYoDFuAUyOnUzp6ABgzLHAhHONE3-HTAR/s72-c/jealousy.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-6322518587551397604</id><published>2012-08-28T07:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-28T07:08:13.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradoxical Soul</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;span style=&quot;color: lime;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Windy Windows&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Warm Mornings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Cold Blankets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Love soaked Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Misty Eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Dreamy Insights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Thoughtful Moments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Lazy restful Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Magical Feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Glowing Dark&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Flowing Steadiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Pensive playful Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Earthly Attachments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Fiery Disposition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Airy Emotions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Water Tight Soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Blue Walls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Red Dots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Yellow Music&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;Color fest in the Soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: cyan;&quot;&gt;by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/6322518587551397604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/6322518587551397604?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/6322518587551397604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/6322518587551397604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2012/08/paradoxical-soul.html' title='Paradoxical Soul'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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/AVvXsEh7sIIkD6dIqyvs6ZgD-o-0rhsLJCk9awPFdYkhiK6CKik5MsHKec_WWWPKKledx8Bcw4gogrvqELmC6G9LDibzficCS-wPetbHwgKrMbqwlIp9zPc434u77FbznV2MAX5U9uwCWSWIXwpd/s72-c/225153_222011984591456_1964855910_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-8018572880723166677</id><published>2012-08-16T09:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-16T09:53:14.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DEATH STAR</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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Death Star&lt;/div&gt;
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Was all I saw,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Last breath&lt;/div&gt;
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Last second.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Waiting for Eternity&lt;/div&gt;
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Passing on&lt;/div&gt;
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Light filled path&lt;/div&gt;
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Fear over comes all&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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But wait&lt;/div&gt;
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Is that how it should be?&lt;/div&gt;
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Shouldn&#39;t Love take over&lt;/div&gt;
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Response is slow&lt;/div&gt;
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Heart beat, stings&lt;/div&gt;
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Pain felt&lt;/div&gt;
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Needle prick at first&lt;/div&gt;
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Stronger it gets&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Tears are salty&lt;/div&gt;
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when they fall&lt;/div&gt;
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Swollen eyes&lt;/div&gt;
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Red from hurt&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Soul shines&lt;/div&gt;
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Happiness everywhere&lt;/div&gt;
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Lurking in shadows&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Black death stares&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
When all is over&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
what is left?&lt;/div&gt;
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Life reborn&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
A memory gone.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Death Star&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
we all are&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Rare as it gets&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
Our soul we bare.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/8018572880723166677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/8018572880723166677?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/8018572880723166677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/8018572880723166677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2012/08/death-star-was-all-i-saw-last-breath.html' title='DEATH STAR'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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/AVvXsEjI-wJ7Q5LPzWgIyoH27YVn3f5Kn__8U9lEelpif2wKEOOXtG32j3EeBkoTFcSJq8e7HtbllT4bkusIdbkljL7zkTqaR3JSONcLBwZ_ZxOylo_2OQ6Kvp57Ajley-02iQ1kSJHoXtCdYoMz/s72-c/near-death-experience-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-7198953780980498959</id><published>2012-08-10T09:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-10T09:40:59.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Time</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;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Misty mountains, take you back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;to a place, you held close to your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Cool breeze, reminds you of those warm nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;stitched&amp;nbsp;into time, with a tread so fine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Heart aches, to go back in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;To do things, we didn&#39;t believe in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Looking for a chance, to rebuild a moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Searching for something, and finding nothing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Warm smell of wood, eyes tear up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Shawl pulled around, but soul bared.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Memories come, memories go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Thinking of wishes made on a shooting star.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Echos of the past, a tug at the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Shadows creeping out of the corners of the mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;A sound heard, a voice forgotten.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Faces seen; a person you have never been.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Soul searches, and finds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;itself, lost in time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;Lost in time, Lost in time, Lost in Time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: center;&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #f6b26b;&quot;&gt;by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/7198953780980498959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/7198953780980498959?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/7198953780980498959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/7198953780980498959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2012/08/misty-mountains-take-you-back-to-place.html' title='Lost in Time'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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/AVvXsEi-d8-ugtBUERdvOyxLVrzKV9frJ4vSXf0q2a3Y63CtqiAE8nz9_KHKcPIiZRz3NYq-gJpWZ7qeeJdVrjC9kadPrR-CdqhUBfMn2h79Bx1QlqpyWC6zkHKhueDrohnnybPoYBb3xw13tvxL/s72-c/MistyKukkal-1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-1849090373109722585</id><published>2012-08-02T05:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2012-08-02T05:35:49.187-04:00</updated><title type='text'>CHANGES</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;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;Look around you? What do you see? Have you seen your self dress this way maybe a few months ago? Have you seen the new tree that is slowly growing outside your house? Have you seen that new building across the road? What does this tell you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;Everything changes. Nothing remains the same for too long. We change and so does everything around us. We may feel these changes sometime, and sometimes they happen without us noticing them. As humans we incorporate change on a daily basis. Habits change,&amp;nbsp;behavior changes, clothes, houses, relationships, people, nature, everything changes. Everything around us and inside us tells us that the only thing constant is change.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;Then why are we so afraid of it? Why do we get so comfortable with something when we know for sure it changes? Aren&#39;t we supposed to get comfortable with change itself? Why do we alter our reality to such an extent that we blind ourselves to the only constant thing - Change?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;Well, I feel we do this so that we can live a life that does not hurt us too much. We place our expectations in the hands of others or things. This is the first mistake we make. All of us want to lead a happy life. Then why do we make our own life so difficult? Confusing? Let me explain with an example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;We fall in love with a wonderful person, a person who is constantly changing and becoming what they want to be. When we are in love, we take a perfect picture of this person, who was perfect at the moment your heart decided to be in love. We then take this picture and hold it as a&amp;nbsp;comparison to all the other moments that come into this relationship. What happens then? The moments that come, may or may not compare to the perfect picture we took at the perfect moment when we fell in love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;This makes us feel the&amp;nbsp;following moments are somehow very&amp;nbsp;inconsistent. This makes us feel sad, irritable, crestfallen, disappointed, etc. But what if we do not have a perfect picture? That is to say, what if we do not have expectations? Living each moment is easier than living in a world where we are scared of what might happen next.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;Fear is the root cause of making our lives miserable. When we expect certain things to the same always, we conform ourselves to a life long prison of fear, disappointment, sadness, and a whole lot of ugly emotions. This does not let us smile from the heart, does not let us skip on the streets, does not let us notice the immense beauty that is there within us and as well as around us. What use is life, when we cannot see the beauty with which we are created? We need to realize that we are perfect, even though we change a lot.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;These changes are made with the choices we make. If we choose to be happy, no matter what happens in our lives, we will search and find only those moments that make us happy. In short, we can be what we want. We only need to make the right choices to see the right changes that will make our life perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #6aa84f;&quot;&gt;by,

Teja Priyadarshini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/feeds/1849090373109722585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/6213441821599770724/1849090373109722585?isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/1849090373109722585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6213441821599770724/posts/default/1849090373109722585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcentricangel.blogspot.com/2012/08/changes.html' title='CHANGES'/><author><name>Anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10995822768772148476</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/AVvXsEh7oG2NbSdNoRQR8V2ag6U-9p0etrHdJzPaHH7SM9TsasQCPU3e52DHHeM-PdzDgMeAeLmdyRhL5hp1mFCqALtDy8WjbcglACTxssOV7F_bOtz-Y1sxH0hq4z7gGOpBAjZjVztmljtrfT9T/s72-c/6a00d83451d48a69e200e54fd88d728834-800wi.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6213441821599770724.post-5039716238506523823</id><published>2012-02-26T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-26T22:29:56.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothingness.</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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There are so many things I want to write about. But sometimes I don&#39;t find the words to write about what I feel. Sometimes I wonder if I do feel. No, its not a negative thing. And its not depression. Its just a phase of&lt;br /&gt;
Nothingness. &lt;br /&gt;
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Its a phase when you think of the most irrelevant things like, why is the bald guy actually bald or how can I walk through a wall, or is there a place on earth where one can float, etc. Sometimes they don&#39;t make any sense at all. Sometimes it like the only place in your mind you want to be in.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have heard that men have this place more than women do. They are capable of not thinking. They can just sit and stare into oblivion and not have a single thought in their minds. I wonder why women cannot do this. Is it because we are more intelligent and hence have more thoughts? Or is it because Men have lesser things to worry about? I may not be right to make such assumptions. But I am entitled to my opinion, ain&#39;t I?&lt;br /&gt;
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Taking about opinions, everybody&#39;s got one. I mean your folk&#39;s have got one, your friends, your co-workers, your boss, even your maid seems to have one. The funny part is that, the opinions are all about you. How you should do this and that. Its never about themselves. Its always about you. You see, people feel a great need to express themselves through opinions. Not that they wont do the exact same thing that they are giving you an opinion about. But they, for a brief moment, forget their mundane existence and feel like they have to tell you how wrong you are, so that they can feel better about themselves. And worst of all since opinions don&#39;t cost at all, they give them to you in abundance.&lt;br /&gt;
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Speaking of costs, have you seen how everything has changed, because a bunch of people who were meant to take care of the world&#39;s economy, realized that they were not good at it? I mean even companies that make a lot of money (enough to run the world) behave like they are poppers. I mean its not their fault. Mankind was built in a way that says, if you have something which everybody needs, keep it hidden. Sharing is unheard of. Ok well. We do share, but its because if we don&#39;t then when we need something we may not get it later on. So you see its all nothing but a game. A game of&amp;nbsp;deceit.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway, the sense of hiding gives me a lot to think about. All of us have something we want to hide from the world. Ok, so not all of us are psychopaths. But we all hide from ourselves most of the time. We want to have secrets we can dwell on in the recesses of our minds. Its natural. We do not understand a lot of things about our existence or of who we really are. Hence a secret can be very enticing, it almost makes our mundane life very interesting in our heads.&lt;br /&gt;
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But when we really look at all of this, its nothing. Its not important. Its not life changing. Its not going to make your day any better. Because its Nothingness. We all live in it, we breath in it, we die in it. There is so much more of Everything that we cannot see, feel or even sense. We never get there. We cannot get there. We want to get there, but we always find an excuse. Nothingness is all consuming. Nothingness is always more tempting. Nothingness is what it is. And to Nothingness we return.&lt;br /&gt;
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by,

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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Its been a long time since I have put my thoughts down. There have been many magical moments the last year, and this year too has started off on a good note. The lessons I have learnt are many. I am sure all of you have also been through many ups and downs last year, and started this year with a hope that it will be better than the last.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;But as soon as this year started I have been listening to people talking about the &quot;end of the world&quot; this year. Nostradamus has made predictions which give these assumptions life. The more we think about the end of the world I think we are bringing it closer.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;The predictions are many. They say the Mayan&#39;s calender ends in 2012 because they predict the world will end. Nostradamus, a french prophet, predicts the end of the world in 2012. Included among 2012 predictions is the belief that there is a 12th planet in our solar system whose orbital path comes close to earth every 30 million or so years.&amp;nbsp; If it doesn&#39;t hit us they say, the gravitational pull of this planet will cause massive destruction on earth that we will not recover from.&amp;nbsp; They say that because of this, 2012 will be the end of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;There are other predictions like the&amp;nbsp;Armageddon. The&amp;nbsp;Armageddon is the prediction of an ultimate war between good and evil that the Bible speaks of.&amp;nbsp; It is a war that God himself will step in and end.&amp;nbsp; Even those who do not believe in the Bible believe that the way the world is going, we are headed for a final conflict that will bring an end to most of not all civilization.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-style: italic;&quot;&gt;Apocalypse is different to Armageddon.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;It is the English version of the Greek word apokalupsis. Apokalupsis is translated as &quot;revelation&quot; in the book of Revelation in the Bible. It means &quot;lifting of the veil&quot;. However, the word Apocalypse has historically taken on the meaning of &quot;the terrible judgements foretold to happen at the end of Man&#39;s rule on Earth&quot; which are described in that book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, &quot;The Apocalypse&quot; is another term for the book of Revelation, as well as the series of events described in the book of Revelation.&amp;nbsp; Apocalypse is also a technical term for a certain type of biblical prophecy. An apocalyptic passage in the Bible is viewed as a prophecy describing events that will surely come to pass, and thus cannot be affected by the choices made by men. One of those events is the battle of Armageddon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;NASA regularly monitor solar (sun) activity and can even predict general cycles showing when the most likely time will be for larger flares.&amp;nbsp; In a general way, these predictions are reasonable reliable.&amp;nbsp; But do their predictions include an extra big flare on December 21, 2012?&amp;nbsp; With what certainty can NASA tell us that a solar flare will bring the end of the world in 2012?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;It is claimed that on December 21, 2012 there will be some form of mystical astronomical alignment with the center of our galaxy.&amp;nbsp; One version of this theory says that&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style=&quot;text-decoration: underline;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;the alignment occurs when the sun rises above the horizon on December 21st 2012 (the winter solstice) at which point the sun will rise in the middle of the milky way, thus causing an alignment between the earth sun and the galactic center. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;While astronomy programmes appear to verify this, there are however some serious problems with building a case for the end of the world in 2012.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Some believe that humanity was genetically &quot;seeded&quot; by a superior alien race.&amp;nbsp; They believe that in 2012 this race are going to come back and do a number of things such as rescue us from self destruction, bring us enlightenment and so on...&amp;nbsp; There are also some who believe that they will simply help us destroy ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6; font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;Some time ago, a number of people committed suicide as a comet was passing by earth because they believed an alien space craft was hidden behind the comet and the way to be transported on to it and transformed into a new form of existence was to take their lives at that time.&amp;nbsp; It was a tragedy.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;
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&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Times, &#39;Times New Roman&#39;, serif;&quot;&gt;What do you think? Do you think that any of these will really happen? I hope not. Because I have plans for my future and I would hate to see it ruined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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