<?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-8985291460005760734</id><updated>2026-04-01T16:06:05.449+05:30</updated><category term="Poem"/><category term="Thoughts"/><category term="Story"/><title type='text'>My Lines For You!</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog where Karthik pens down what comes to his mind...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' 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type='html'>&lt;p&gt;[chorus]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Life is a party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Until you are forty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh ho ho ohhh&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Enjoy it carefree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Be in a happy spree&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[rap]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hey hey, hey hey hey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m the life of your m**f**cking party&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I’m gonna get with all these hotties&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All girls like me because I’m big baddie&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh hey there you cute little shawty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[rap]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yo yo yo yo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Girls want a piece of me because I’m funny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even in winter I make them hot like sunny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don’t care if they are big or tiny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gonna have fun with choco and honey&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[repeat chorus]&lt;/p&gt;</content><link 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src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-1606644651937607568</id><published>2023-05-24T09:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2023-05-24T09:27:05.106+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem"/><title type='text'>A Smile</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&amp;nbsp;A smile needs no reason&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like a pirate to commit treason&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or for nature to change season&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A smile costs no money&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like a comedian being funny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or a day when it is sunny&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A smile makes you feel good&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like when you eat yummy food&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or playing with friends in your neighbourhood&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A smile makes you look pretty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just like a girl wearing makeup in the city&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Or like a peacefully sleeping kitty&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/1606644651937607568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/1606644651937607568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/1606644651937607568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/1606644651937607568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2023/05/a-smile.html' title='A Smile'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-1489688979991922378</id><published>2019-02-21T12:47:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2019-02-21T12:47:19.456+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem"/><title type='text'>Lassie on the Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Saw a lassie on the road&lt;br /&gt;
On a dark empty road she was&lt;br /&gt;
Saw a lassie on the road&lt;br /&gt;
Watching others pass across&lt;br /&gt;
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Saw a lassie on the road&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe she is waiting&lt;br /&gt;
Saw a lassie on the road&lt;br /&gt;
Wondered what was she thinking&lt;br /&gt;
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Passed by that lassie on the road&lt;br /&gt;
Who whispered but I didn&#39;t hear it right&lt;br /&gt;
Turned towards that lassie on the road&lt;br /&gt;
She repeated sir 5000 for a night&lt;/div&gt;
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How much does a person matter?&lt;br /&gt;
You don&#39;t understand until you lose&lt;br /&gt;
A person is underrated&lt;br /&gt;
Until that person is no more!&lt;br /&gt;
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How much does a connection matter?&lt;br /&gt;
You don&#39;t understand until its broke&lt;br /&gt;
Connection between people is undervalued&lt;br /&gt;
Until that connection is unmendable!&lt;br /&gt;
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How much does a relationship matter?&lt;br /&gt;
You don&#39;t understand until you are in one&lt;br /&gt;
Relationship is taken so lightly&lt;br /&gt;
Until the day you are left all alone!&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/3269533563909345232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/3269533563909345232' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/3269533563909345232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/3269533563909345232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2018/06/how-much-does-it-matter.html' title='How much does it matter?'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-3466118744031584110</id><published>2016-08-21T13:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2016-08-21T13:34:22.364+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem"/><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
You came to my life like a storm&lt;br /&gt;
Destroying everything around me&lt;br /&gt;
Blindly I embraced your cruelty&lt;br /&gt;
Not knowing how it hurt others&lt;br /&gt;
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So exciting it was while I floated&lt;br /&gt;
With the wind you brought to my life&lt;br /&gt;
Didn&#39;t see all the people I let down&lt;br /&gt;
Their hopes and aspiration crushed&lt;br /&gt;
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Just like you came you left one day&lt;br /&gt;
Dropped me down hard&lt;br /&gt;
After alienating me from others&lt;br /&gt;
Leaving me to tend my wounds myself&lt;br /&gt;
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</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/3466118744031584110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/3466118744031584110' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/3466118744031584110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/3466118744031584110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2016/08/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-6548438678925064946</id><published>2014-08-02T18:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2016-08-21T13:35:08.140+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Story"/><title type='text'>Prequel to &#39;Profound Wreckage of Love&#39;</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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If you have not read my older story I suggest you read it first (Link &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.mylinesforyou.com/2010/09/profound-wreckage-of-love.html&quot;&gt;http://www.mylinesforyou.com/2010/09/profound-wreckage-of-love.html&lt;/a&gt; ). This story is told in the girl&#39;s voice of that previous story. This has the answer as to what made her take such a drastic step in her life.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am Ayana who is doing MBA and stay in paying guest facility. These few days life has not been fair to me. I am suffocated by my own bad thoughts. It feels as if I am being crushed by the same walls that were built to protect me. I guess some people come into my life just to teach me how to live without them. I just took a bunch of sleep inducing pills which doctor prescribed for my dad who has insomnia. Before I go into permanent sleep, I want to pour my heart out into the paper so that other people can read the story of a small part of my life and do not repeat mistakes I did.&lt;/div&gt;
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I am blessed with supportive parents, loving brother and lots of good people who care for me a lot. I want to mention some people separately as each one of them deserve it. There is Yaksh, the love of my life whom I loved for more than 7 years. Prakash, the online friend whom I meet often, who makes me laugh with his silly talks. Rakshit, the guy who loves me, proposed me and I partially agreed.&lt;/div&gt;
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Let me begin from the good part. It was the part when I met Yaksh. He was my distant cousin. I had seen him in some functions before, but he never talked to me. One fine day he walked up to me and talked to me. He said he had a crush on me. He was cute actually. I had observed him several and I also had a crush. We exchanged phone numbers which lead to texts and calls. We used to talk late nights. He used to make me feel happy and secure. I started meeting him after my classes. After several such meetings he proposed me and I said I needed some time to think about it. I accepted it after considering for a day or so. Later I came to know he had cut his tiny finger just because I had not accepted him as soon as he proposed to me. He has already thought I am his property. After we got into relationship his possessiveness increased a lot (Which I liked very much). Whenever I met him, he used to check my cellphone and ask about every call I got. He use enquire about every contact number I stored in my cellphone. It felt good being under his control. My parents and brother also liked him very much. He used to come my house to meet them and of course me. My dad firmly believed if there is one guy who can take care of his daughter well then it would be Yaksh. Trouble in my paradise arose when he took me to his house. He had only his mother as his father had expired due to over consumption of alcohol. Though his mother liked me as a person, but she did not approve me as her son&#39;s wife. She felt I was not good enough for him. I did not really think it would affect my relationship with Yaksh as I thought he will change his mother&#39;s mind someday. Yaksh took his mother&#39;s side. He broke up on his mother&#39;s saying. He used harsh words like bitch, f*** off etc on. I got hurt very bad. I went into depression. My friends and brother helped me cope with it.&lt;/div&gt;
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4 years passed lamenting on the break up. I still loved him as much as I loved before. Yaksh had stopped talking to me. To pass my time I started going to random dating websites. In one such site I got Prakash. He was charming guy who always tried making me smile by saying silly stuffs though it made him look foolish. Chatting soon escalated to talks which in term made me meet him. I used to meet him in alternative days. He was really talkative and showed some romantic interest in me. He said he has feelings for me, but I refused, saying he was too old for me. Even our caste did not match (a big criteria in my house). We still were best friends. I really enjoyed my time with Prakash. He usually hugged me whenever we met and it felt good. One day Prakash took me to his office and proposed his love in front of everyone. I was quite taken aback. I rejected once again. After this incident, he did not meet for some days. I had got this weird wish to drink alcohol. Hence the next time Prakash called me, I told this to him. He offered his assistance to make it come true. So we decided a date and time. As I had classes in the day time I thought I can drink in the evening in Prakash&#39;s place. As he said it will take time I agreed to his proposal of staying at his place that night after the drink because my PG would be closed by 10. When the day came I informed this to my roommate and she suggested she could open the PG gate late night if I want to come back. Hence I called Prakash and informed I would not be staying at his place all night as I can go back. Out of nowhere he go angry and retorted that if I do not want to do drink I can tell directly. My temper also rose as I had just said I would not stay all night at his place. I started doubting his intentions. I cancelled the plan altogether. The next day he called and apologized for his behaviour. He said he wants to make up for his mistake. Hence I met him and we went out to a restaurant. It was fun that day. Few days later he gave a shocking news that he will be getting married in 6 months. I do not know why, but I was in tears hearing the news. I could not control my tears. I knew I did not love him still it effected me. After this news nothing was as usual and finally he stopped talking when he got engaged to a girl she did not like it.&lt;/div&gt;
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While so many things were happening in my life regarding Prakash, Rakshith entered into my life. He was the classmate of a friend of mine who stayed in the same PG as mine. I met him once as my friend had dragged me along with her to meet him. He was a silent guy who kept for himself. After the meeting he got my profile online and we started talking. This was all while I was still meeting Prakash. I found him like a good person while he chatted. One day he said he likes chatting with me. I asked some cross questions and his answer was not satisfactory. Later he said he fell in love with me. I considered his proposal as he was of the same caste and his age was near to mine. I told him that I still had feelings for Yaksh and I might talk about him. I also told him I might cry talking about Yaksh. Rakshit said it was ok with him and he will help get over Yaksh. I also said I want him to propose me in real life not just in chat. He agreed and later he did that while I met him. We started going out for a while and I felt I still did not have that feeling like I had for Yaksh. Whatever he did, I compared to what Yaksh did automatically without my knowledge. It hurt Rakshith. Rakshith was quite the opposite of Yaksh. Rakshith was not possessive at all. He used to leave me free and let me do what I wanted unlike Yaksh. This felt weird. I felt the longing to get controlled by someone. When I said this to Rakshith he said he would not do it as it is against his principles. He said he likes giving me freedom. According to him being able to do what one wanted would make one happy. I had told him about Prakash. Rakshith said a strict no to hugging Prakash whenever we met. I fought with him and said he was just a friend. In the end he agreed to that. Rakshith had got freaked out when I said about my alcohol drinking idea to him. He said I should not do it at any cost as he does not trust Prakash. I questioned his trust on me and defeated him in the argument. When the plan got cancelled Rakshith was the happiest guy! Rakshith somehow influence my thinking and I had started to think less about Yaksh.&lt;/div&gt;
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I was summoned to my native as there was a marriage function. Yaksh had also come coincidentally as he also a relative. It was a long time since I had seen him. As I was a close relative of the bride I had lots of work to do. At the end of the day I was fully tired. When I got a few moments of free time I went to take some rest in a room. I did not see Yaksh following me. He closed the door, pulled me beside him and kissed me on my lips. It was my first kiss. Yaksh had not kissed me on my lips though we were going out and Rakshith had not done it for some reason I do not know. The kiss was magical. I loved it. While I came to my senses, I realised Yaksh&#39;s hand were crawling up from my waist. I quickly pulled away from his grasp. Yaksh started babling he wanted me back in his life and he had made a big mistake of leaving me last time. My heart melted. I wanted to say yes, but I did not tell anything. I just walked out of the room. After I came back, I told the entire incident to Rakshith. He was badly hurt. He asked whether I would go back to Yaksh and I answered that I did not know what to do. I told Rakshith to find some other girl as I was not fit to be his girl. Rakshith refused even after my repeated attempts. He said he would wait for him his whole life if that was what needed to make me his completely. After seeing his intensity I said I will reject his request. After this incident relationship between Rakshith and I drifted a bit apart. My thoughts about Yaksh returned. I started to meet Yaksh again. I even went to his place couple of times. Yaksh took me shopping too. I remembered all the old stuffs. I was happy he was back in my life. I mentioned all this to Rakshith too, as not telling him would be cheating. Though he felt bad he had no choice as he wanted my happiness more than his.&lt;/div&gt;
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Then came a day when I had to go back to my native for a week. Rakshith had got stuck with his office work, hence he had not contacted me for some days. I got angry because I felt he was not giving me enough time. I asked him later, why is he doing that and he said he was busy with office work. I later broke up with Rakshith. I do not know how Rakshith felt, but he did not even as why am I doing it. He just stopped talking to me. After some days I see that Rakshith has blocked me from all social networking platforms. I ignored him too. Then Yaksh gave the biggest shock of my life. I wanted to talk to Yaksh hence I casually called to his cellphone. I was surprised when his mother picked up my call. I said I wanted to talk to Yaksh. She said I cannot talk to him as he had got engaged to another girl. She also said I had to stop going back to him and never again contact him at any cost. I was so angry and humiliated. I said I was not going back to Yaksh, but he only came back of me. His mother did not listen to me and kept on repeating not to contact him. I disconnected the call. I sat and started weeping. How could Yaksh do this to me the second time? Was I so bad? Yes. Maybe I am not fit to be his wife and that is why his mother did not accept. I felt so bad about myself. I called my brother and told everything. In a few minutes he came with some doughnuts to console me. He left later when he felt I was alright. I went mad after Yaksh left. I started watching romantic movies, sit alone crying and remembering all the good memories I had with Yaksh.&lt;/div&gt;
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After a few days I tried contacting Rakshith in several ways and one of them was successful. I asked him the reason for blocking me and he said I had blocked him in a website hence he blocked everywhere else. I defended myself saying that I had deactivated my account as I wanted to be alone. I told him what Yaksh had done. He also felt very sad for me. He said he always loved me and still wanted me back in his life. I said I could not do it as I am not a good girl for you. I said Rakshith he would find a better girl than me. Rakshith was still fixated on me. He said he did not want better a girl. He wanted me. He had become adamant. I felt even worse about myself. I ruined Rakshith&#39;s life too. He wants me, but I want Yaksh. I cannot forget Yaksh. Rakshith says he will wait for me. I force him to date another girl, but he does not. I feel sad for him too. I cannot go back to him. How can I? I left him once for Yaksh. Now that Yaksh left me for the second time, I cannot face Rakshith. I cannot play with his life. I do not want to cheat him like the way I did the first time.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Now that I took sleeping pills, I am walking on the road. Let the pills do its affect make me free from these sad thoughts. I want this to end.&lt;/div&gt;
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Here comes a bus. I am getting into it. I see an empty seat and I take it. I guess pills have started affecting me. I am feeling too sleepy. I rest my head on the grill of the seat and close my eyes.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
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Each day When I see your text&lt;br /&gt;
I think hard what to say next&lt;br /&gt;
Each time I know you are typing&lt;br /&gt;
In my stomach I feel butterflies flying&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For every question you ask&lt;br /&gt;
Answering feels like my main task&lt;br /&gt;
For every question I send&lt;br /&gt;
It feels it was better with a slight amend&lt;br /&gt;
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Time just flies while I chat with you&lt;br /&gt;
Don&#39;t wanna go offline even for minutes few&lt;br /&gt;
I just wish my net connection knew this&lt;br /&gt;
Because many a time your chats are the ones I miss&lt;/div&gt;
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Why am I just an option in your life&lt;br /&gt;
When I already consider you my future wife?&lt;br /&gt;
Why am I given the least priority&lt;br /&gt;
When I have given you full authority?&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do your friends has more right?&lt;br /&gt;
When I do not take your words light&lt;br /&gt;
Why do you compare me with your ex?&lt;br /&gt;
When you know on me it affects&lt;br /&gt;
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Why do you say let us break up?&lt;br /&gt;
When I would do anything to make it up&lt;br /&gt;
Why do we drift so far each day?&lt;br /&gt;
When I wanna carry you to a land faraway!&lt;br /&gt;
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They say being in love is the most amazing feeling in the world. But what they do not say is with love comes its two best friends anger and sadness. To the outside these feelings might not seem to be interconnected with each other but in reality they are. The weird thing is that these three feelings are felt upon the same person.&lt;br /&gt;
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Feeling of love is when your lover does even the small things you like. It feels like a warm beverage slowly drifting down into the esophagus on a very cold day. It feels like moment should never end. The whole world is forgot and your lover is everything for you at that moment. A simple touch from him/her sends electric sparks all over your body. How much ever I put this feelings into words it feels like its still missing some major part. Words are not sufficient to describe feelings of love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Then there is anger. This is felt on the lover when he/she does not do what you say or does against your wishes or sometimes does not speak up for his/her actions. This best friend of love also manifests for tiny reasons usually, just like the feeling of love. This feelings chooses some way to come out and express itself. It might take channels like harsh words, corporal punishment, hurling of surrounding items etc. Sometimes this feelings might stay inside only to lash out some other day in the future when similar events unfold. When anger overtakes you, love quietly but temporarily leaves you. Your empathy, care and selflessness also take a break. When love returns back you feel guilty of your actions of anger.&lt;br /&gt;
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Last but very powerful feeling is sadness. It happens when lover does something or if something happens that was beyond your as well as his/her control. Sometimes even anger gets converted into sadness if your display of anger did not affect your partner or partner ignored it. Sadness is slightly the opposite feeling of love. Instead of warm feelings there is this uncanny coldness surrounding your body. There is also a slight pain in the heart as if someone is piercing it with a pin. In some cases makes you question yourself why you fell in love, is the partner you chose the right one, is it worth to be in relationship etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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My question is why love gets its best friends anger and sadness wherever it goes? Why the feeling of love is not eternal without flickers? Is it because there is always a good and bad side for everything just like Yin and Yang in nature? No wonder a Kannada movie says &#39;Be alone to be happy, be happy to be alone&#39;!&lt;br /&gt;
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PS: Not supporting any side here. This is just my opinion. Everything in life has its own pros and cons.&lt;/div&gt;
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Why it feels like my heart would stop?&lt;br /&gt;
Why this pain feels so new?&lt;br /&gt;
Why it feels like my life is a big flop?&lt;br /&gt;
Why it feels like my life stood on strings few?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Why am I staring at the ceiling with my damp eyes?&lt;br /&gt;
Why am I feeling crushed?&lt;br /&gt;
Why I feel nothing in this world is nice?&lt;br /&gt;
Why all good feelings went to dust?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Anything I do feels pointless now&lt;br /&gt;
Engulfed by the agony in my heart&lt;br /&gt;
Is this what I get in return for my true love?&lt;br /&gt;
A feeling a being torn apart!&lt;/div&gt;
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By reading the title of this article you should be thinking what spark is he talking about. Folks I am talking about the spark that exists between a boy and a girl (in some cases maybe a a boy and a boy or a girl and a girl too) who are in a relationship together.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the beginning of any relationship there is a kind of charm that holds both the parties together. At this stage they talk to each other all the time. Go out, roam places and have fun in every small day to day work. But gradually this charm or spark fades away. The small things that they enjoyed before slowly turns monotonous and ends in making them either irritated or loose temper. &lt;br /&gt;
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Why does it happen? Why does not curiosity and patience stay on for long? Why does a relationship, which was a beautiful part of their life become just a routine? Why both of them no longer feel the need to talk for long just like they did in the starting? Where does the love, care and affection that was being shown go after they have been in the relationship for sometime?&lt;br /&gt;
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In my opinion if these sparks would hold on a bit longer then relationships would not break easily. Why does the mind needs change so much? I am not saying that all this is the sole reason for break ups but this might be one of the compelling reasons. Maybe if the mind was not so fickle relationships will last longer. Time should make a relationship stronger not weaker. So its time folks keep finding the spark in relationship to keep it healthy and strong!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;I have a created a simple browser extension for Google Chrome browser which shows the latest 10 posts of this blog. If you are a Chrome user and want to follow my blog please install it to keep up with things I write in this blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #674ea7;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chrome Extension Link:&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href=&quot;https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/my-lines-for-you/lmfbpphmacnnidhnchkojkiolifdoijg&quot;&gt;https://chrome.google.com/webstore/detail/my-lines-for-you/lmfbpphmacnnidhnchkojkiolifdoijg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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In the future you might see people blackmailing for Facebook likes, Facebook shares, Twitter re-tweets etc. Maybe they will hire robots or people in order to achieve their like count or followers count. Yes people that is where the young generation is heading for. This social networking frenzy generation are on the rise. They beg for likes and shares from their fellow friends/followers. They think that getting maximum number of likes on their status messages and photos is their ultimate goal of their social networking life. They would go to any extent to fulfill this need. For example I see people make their private life public by posting intimate details of their life just for the sake of publicity. Some others post totally fake photos taken from web image search engines with fake emotional stories telling that Facebook will donate money etc.&lt;br /&gt;
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Why is the generation so obsessed with these virtual numbers? Is it because they cannot achieve their goals in their real life? Or is it because they are shy to communicate with people for real and to cover it up, take these online channels? Whatever the reason they are doing these kind of gimmicks it is very irritating for a person who is a casual social networking user and who uses this channel only to be in touch with his/her distant friends or relatives. These like-mongers get aggressive day by day. They send personal messages begging for likes and shares to people who are least interested in the page or status message. They also write on wall, tag in some random photo just to get attention of people.&lt;br /&gt;
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I just hope against a dystopian future where social networking users are tortured for their likes, shares, re-tweets etc. If you are one of the people who is trying to get likes/shares out of your friend list by trying some above mentioned tricks please stop such campaign for the love of Facebook!&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/1786835598440118408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/1786835598440118408' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/1786835598440118408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/1786835598440118408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2014/03/rise-of-social-networking-frenzy.html' title='Rise of the social networking frenzy generation'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-6548123100075637963</id><published>2014-01-23T18:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2014-01-23T18:43:19.049+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Everyone is a soldier in their own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;In life they fight obstructions that lay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Each new day they wake up to face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;The world with its infinite bizarre ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;In spite of&amp;nbsp;uncertainties of being alive for the day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;They walk out of their home to embrace Sun&#39;s ray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;They get into relationships knowing the odds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;And keep partners&#39; happy with sacrifices and nods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Knowing the atrocity of an accident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;They drive everyday without a dramatic incident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;Hence each one&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;is a soldier in their own way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #351c75;&quot;&gt;And will keep on facing life everyday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/6548123100075637963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/6548123100075637963' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/6548123100075637963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/6548123100075637963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2014/01/soldier.html' title='Soldier'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-111017782010945184</id><published>2014-01-22T13:07:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-01-22T15:45:01.843+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Impediment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Each time I sat to write&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Everything around me tried stopping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;I cleared my mind to find some light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;And brain ordered a limbic shutdown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Fighting these odds I pondered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Where is my enthusiasm to write?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Why are my thoughts so unordered?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;What is that thing I am missing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Realised it is all in my priorities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;Passion makes me invest my time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;I will make use of my amenities&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #45818e;&quot;&gt;And strive to write again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/111017782010945184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/111017782010945184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/111017782010945184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/111017782010945184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2014/01/impediment.html' title='Impediment'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</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>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-2381365265367921841</id><published>2014-01-21T20:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-01-21T20:00:30.722+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Monotonous Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Life seems so monotonous these days. Everyday the same set of actions I do resulting in same outcome. I had thought this new year would be different. But no it isn&#39;t. I am doing what I assume, the same things I was doing at this time last year.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
People with zeal towards life (or at the least pretend they are happy doing exciting things in their lives) would start giving me tips on how to live my life. Actually you know what Mr.ZealTowardsLifeHuman I do not need suggestions because this monotonousness keeps my life balanced. I know exactly what I am going to do tomorrow and what will be its outcome. Hence I have very few surprises left.&lt;br /&gt;
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Some people like to live a life fully of adrenalin rush (or maybe I just think that way about them). Maybe they like life full of surprises with life hurling challenges and unexpected turns. I am simple person wanting a simple life without much unexpected turns. If a day comes when I really want some challenge I will surely ask life that day.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am told I am lazy. So what? I like my laziness. I live my life as I want unlike some hypocrites out there! I do what I like and when I like. People who like poking into others&#39; life, give suggestions about how to live please stay away. Even if you do come near and start pouring your knowledge gems on me, I will just put you in my ignore list. If my ignore list does not keep you away then be ready to hear some foul language!&lt;/div&gt;
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You&#39;re an important part of my life oh dear&lt;br /&gt;
I feel I would go any length to just be with you near&lt;br /&gt;
Every time I talk with you my heart beats faster&lt;br /&gt;
You&#39;re indeed a special one created by Universe&#39;s master&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Each day of mine is good when I look at your photo&lt;br /&gt;
I feel so lucky I could win any lotto&lt;br /&gt;
I pray silently that no day would pass without you talking&lt;br /&gt;
I smile secretly thinking of you and me walking&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe its just my mind but i&amp;nbsp;think&amp;nbsp;you too feel something&lt;br /&gt;
You wouldn&#39;t express as you&#39;re scared lest I make it a serious thing&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe our worlds don&#39;t match up yet&lt;br /&gt;
Just know that my world was barren until you I met!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;My heart yearns for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;In this usual cold morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;My heart yearns for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;As I was on my&amp;nbsp;usual&amp;nbsp;jog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Am I the only one here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Who is bereft of love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Am I the only one here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Who is all alone waiting?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t ignore this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;I want a clue where to look for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;I can&#39;t ignore this feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;I wish to have someone who is only mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;So many days are passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;I still hope to find the one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;So many days are passing by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Yet my heart doesn&#39;t stop yearning for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/4087960749110507806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/4087960749110507806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/4087960749110507806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/4087960749110507806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2013/01/yearning-for-love.html' title='Yearning For Love'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-961763325718144731</id><published>2012-11-10T14:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-11-10T17:11:53.247+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Boredom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Comes uninvited&lt;br /&gt;
Makes a person lethargic&lt;br /&gt;
That day becomes purposeless&lt;br /&gt;
By an idle mind, was it created?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For no reason stare at lobby&lt;br /&gt;
Bed becomes the favourite spot&lt;br /&gt;
Junk food fills the belly&lt;br /&gt;
Changing TV channel, the hobby&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eyelids ready to shut&lt;br /&gt;
Sleep wooes into its world&lt;br /&gt;
Limbs powerless&lt;br /&gt;
Oh boredom! please tell cut&lt;/div&gt;
</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/961763325718144731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/961763325718144731' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/961763325718144731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/961763325718144731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2012/11/boredom.html' title='Boredom'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-6273596119910900055</id><published>2011-05-08T00:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-08T00:12:21.276+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lady in My Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;She is the lady in my dream&lt;br /&gt;
I know not her name, I know not her face&lt;br /&gt;
But I alwas feel her presence&lt;br /&gt;
As she trots teasingly in my world&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is the lady in my dream&lt;br /&gt;
I know not who she is, I know not where she from&lt;br /&gt;
But she knows I watch her daily&lt;br /&gt;
As she wantingly hides her small face&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is the lady in my dream&lt;br /&gt;
I know not her reasons, I know not her ways&lt;br /&gt;
But she reappears in my dream each night&lt;br /&gt;
As a flower blossoms amidst the thorns&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is the lady in my dream&lt;br /&gt;
I know not her place, I know not her time&lt;br /&gt;
But one day I will know who she is&lt;br /&gt;
As she is the lady in my dream&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/6273596119910900055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/6273596119910900055' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/6273596119910900055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/6273596119910900055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2011/05/lady-in-my-dream.html' title='Lady in My Dream'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</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>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-4526520833315561982</id><published>2011-04-20T14:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-20T14:11:53.883+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My First Real Girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;She is my first real girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;
She crossed all&amp;nbsp;boundaries&amp;nbsp;of my expectations&lt;br /&gt;
She was once my best friend&lt;br /&gt;
I fell for her though I had no such&amp;nbsp;intentions&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She is my love and a wonderful dream&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot imagine a life without her&lt;br /&gt;
She is my life&#39;s supporting beam&lt;br /&gt;
So I will support her even if my thoughts differ&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna be with her all my life&lt;br /&gt;
I know she will be mine forever&lt;br /&gt;
I wanna make her my dream wife&lt;br /&gt;
And live like this ever and ever!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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As I was a lover, I was gay&lt;br /&gt;
My love had called me up early&lt;br /&gt;
But I did not tell I love her truly&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She prolonged her call just to hear that word&lt;br /&gt;
But for that word I sang like a bird&lt;br /&gt;
Impatience prevailed in her voice&lt;br /&gt;
And she cut the call finding no choice&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I did call her back with a smile&lt;br /&gt;
She answered &#39;WHAT?&#39; in her own dejected style&lt;br /&gt;
I replied she would not hear that word today&lt;br /&gt;
As this day will not come everyday&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
She was overjoyed when my gift arrived at her door&lt;br /&gt;
I just wanted to surprise nothing more&lt;br /&gt;
All my word lovely words were in it&lt;br /&gt;
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I shiver making it hard to dine&lt;br /&gt;
I makes me think &quot;Was I cold?&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
I want to know whom I wronged and was untold&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Heat warms my only heart&lt;br /&gt;
I know I can make a new start&lt;br /&gt;
I hope I&#39;m forgiven&lt;br /&gt;
And I want to make things even&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Downpour make everything wet&lt;br /&gt;
It shows everything cannot be set&lt;br /&gt;
Tells me to embrace change&lt;br /&gt;
Forget grief and get merry in exchange</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/7314843592612377069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/7314843592612377069' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/7314843592612377069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/7314843592612377069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2011/01/seasonal-reckoning.html' title='Seasonal Reckoning'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-8839266629765710778</id><published>2010-11-30T21:56:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-30T21:56:52.414+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Thoughts"/><title type='text'>Still do you want to be his/her girlfriend/boyfriend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Being in and out of a relationship I realised how confusing and complex it can be with an opposite sex. A small change in the relationship status can bring about tremendous results and consiquenses. I want to share some of my insights regarding it with a help of a small story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;Like in every story there was a boy and there was a girl. They considered each as their best friends. They used to do many things like study, eat and enjoy together. They enjoyed each others company very much. When one was busy the other would not disturb. There were also times they could not speak or meet each other consistently but later when they did meet, the environment between was still the same. They would also eye other people, sometime flirt with them and it did not matter. While the relationship was going so well, a small idea came into boy&#39;s mind which is later discussed with his best friend. The boy&#39;s idea was that why don&#39;t we be girlfriend and boyfriend than just being friends? Afterall they were doing many things together and enjoyed each others company! Girl took some time and finally agreed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;The excitement of entering into a new phase of a relationship masked away those cruel truths which gradually came to light. Though the rules of how a boyfriend and girlfriend should be is never written or told, its been followed by the generation. Some rules are like they should meet daily and go out, there must not be a day when they did not speak to each other, they must not show interest in any other people other than their boyfriend or girlfriend etc. These two free birds had a hard time complying to these rules and making their relationship work though these rules were insisted by them on themselves. Now, even petty things like sending a good morning text message mattered. Girl needed surprises from her boy for every occasion she can possibly name, she needed him to answer all her silly dilemmas, she needed him to assist her by leaving his job in the midsts and so on. Boy was very strict about her speaking to other guys, he needed her to wear clothes approved by him, he needed some time alone in a day and many more. The boy&#39;s original thought of they becoming girlfriend and boyfriend was to have more closure with his girl. Girl agreed to it because she felt it would be good for her as she knows him well. But it never went as they both thought which is not a surprise for us who have seen far more worse cases. Later what happened is quite common I guess. They broke after their relationship reached to that unrepairable state where the both them swore they never even see each other&#39;s face if they can help it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class=&quot;Apple-style-span&quot; style=&quot;color: #333333; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;&quot;&gt;So don&#39;t you think being as just friends was better in their case?&lt;/span&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/8839266629765710778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/8839266629765710778' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/8839266629765710778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/8839266629765710778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2010/11/still-do-you-want-to-be-hisher.html' title='Still do you want to be his/her girlfriend/boyfriend?'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</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>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8985291460005760734.post-5848230047359774533</id><published>2010-11-29T20:21:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-29T20:21:16.692+05:30</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poem"/><title type='text'>My Search</title><content type='html'>Walked on a deserted road&lt;br /&gt;
Searching for something that was not there&lt;br /&gt;
So lost due to work load&lt;br /&gt;
While thinking my life was not fair&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lethargy did not stop my search&lt;br /&gt;
My mind was not mine anymore&lt;br /&gt;
Though I had paid countless austerties to church&lt;br /&gt;
This time it really needed a score&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Bright light ended my long quest&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes were closed and arms were open&lt;br /&gt;
When I totally merged into its crest&lt;br /&gt;
Which could happen only once in one life!</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/feeds/5848230047359774533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment/fullpage/post/8985291460005760734/5848230047359774533' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/5848230047359774533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='https://www.blogger.com/feeds/8985291460005760734/posts/default/5848230047359774533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='https://www.mylinesforyou.com/2010/11/my-search.html' title='My Search'/><author><name>Karthik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10688484548076117171</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>