<?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-5652019389756531907</id><updated>2024-11-01T12:41:26.654+05:30</updated><category term="Poetry"/><category term="love"/><category term="pain"/><category term="Prose"/><category term="Rehaan"/><category term="Ria"/><category term="change"/><category term="relationship"/><category term="Nostalgia"/><category term="humour"/><category term="MICA"/><category term="abuse"/><category term="child"/><category term="passion"/><category term="past"/><category term="personal"/><title type='text'>Impressions</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>121</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-7774591991927365435</id><published>2016-05-19T23:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2016-05-19T23:37:54.018+05:30</updated><title type='text'>They and you. </title><summary type="text">
They never tell you,&amp;nbsp;
Every time you fight
a part of your heart, will crack
and leave a forever scar.&amp;nbsp;

They never tell you,&amp;nbsp;
To care with all your heart
is stupid,&amp;nbsp;
unconditional love is for someone else&#39;s benefit.&amp;nbsp;

They lie to you,&amp;nbsp;
when they profess love for you,&amp;nbsp;
You are just someone they need,&amp;nbsp;
for as long as they feel.&amp;nbsp;

They lie to you,&amp;nbsp;
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7774591991927365435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2016/05/they-and-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/7774591991927365435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/7774591991927365435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2016/05/they-and-you.html' title='They and you. '/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-8335586001070726850</id><published>2015-04-12T14:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2015-04-12T14:36:14.079+05:30</updated><title type='text'>You and Me</title><summary type="text">
With you,
too much is not much...
i want more, much more
and i don&#39;t know, don&#39;t know
if we are meant to be together
or apart...
all i know is,
our love is a love of excess...
more lips, more soul,
more hands, more hips,
more touch, more feel
and i wonder,
if i am ruining all we had
and had not...
ending up being incomplete
devouring all i can and cannot
and left with nothing
of my own...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8335586001070726850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2015/04/you-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8335586001070726850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8335586001070726850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2015/04/you-and-me.html' title='You and Me'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-6717432178705234824</id><published>2015-04-12T14:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2015-04-12T14:31:43.239+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unborn</title><summary type="text">
i thought of you
and let my heart wander
where i had you
cradled, in the curve
of my arms...

You were tiny,
tiny lips, tiny eyes
tiny fingers around my thumb
tiny feet pushing my belly
your&amp;nbsp;tiniest smile lit my world.

But no longer
can i let myself wander
and dream of you;
my mind drowns my heart
and makes it surrender

i close my eyes&amp;nbsp;
but now no longer
do i see anything but&amp;nbsp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/6717432178705234824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2015/04/unborn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/6717432178705234824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/6717432178705234824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2015/04/unborn.html' title='Unborn'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-372715995571316306</id><published>2014-08-26T18:15:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2014-08-26T18:15:47.325+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aadha Chaand</title><summary type="text">
Half a moon, removes
the darkness
from a cold dark night

People praise the full moon
but I have my half
to myself...

I could sit here
and cry for the other
half... crave for the full

But not tonight.
Tonight, the light
of half keeps me bright...

Without the half
I would just be
a cold dark night...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/372715995571316306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2014/08/aadha-chaand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/372715995571316306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/372715995571316306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2014/08/aadha-chaand.html' title='Aadha Chaand'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-4903972728919212799</id><published>2014-06-17T15:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2014-06-17T15:08:46.076+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Come here</title><summary type="text">
Come here
And let me love you
With my eyes closed
And my arms open

Come here
And shrug off your worries
Let me pour some kisses
On your parched lips

Come here
And let me hold you
Within my heart and soul
While the world slips by

Come here
And lose your senses
Because the tangles shall disappear
Within my hair and face

Come here
And become mine
While I give myself to you
In our hidden </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/4903972728919212799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2014/06/come-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/4903972728919212799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/4903972728919212799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2014/06/come-here.html' title='Come here'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-8151541469572863554</id><published>2014-02-03T00:12:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2014-02-03T00:12:56.937+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inside Outburst</title><summary type="text">

Sadness comes from nowhere...

Which window did i leave open?

Which door was left ajar?

The room I filled constantly with vacuum,

What cracked its strengthened walls?

Moist droplets stream down

the cheeks, that heeded no repair...

Where were these sobs hiding?

Why unbid would they pound on me?

What words would soothe their chars?

This unseen, unfelt, unknown pain,

how did they seep my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8151541469572863554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2014/02/inside-outburst.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8151541469572863554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8151541469572863554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2014/02/inside-outburst.html' title='Inside Outburst'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-2454629161594107824</id><published>2013-11-07T16:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2014-01-02T03:25:20.045+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just a start</title><summary type="text">
Sometimes it is the small things. The most insignificant stuff, that breaks your heart. And sometimes it takes a mountain to move you one inch. And there she was sitting by the sea shore, watching the waves ripple and letting her life float by. The waves were barely able to flirt with her toes, and she hardly felt any of that. Lost in her own stories and more stories. How is that in your own </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/2454629161594107824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/11/just-start.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/2454629161594107824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/2454629161594107824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/11/just-start.html' title='Just a start'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-1293119400022300658</id><published>2013-11-07T16:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-11-07T16:16:28.665+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It is enough...</title><summary type="text">
I ask for nothing more
it is enough
that i breathe and live
i asked for moments
i got enough
to remember and relive
i asked for a bed to sleep
i got enough
to close my eyelids
i asked for a one way ticket
i got enough
places to discover and visit
i asked for only my share
i got enough days
and night to pass by on my own will
I ask for nothing more
it is enough
that i breathe and live...
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1293119400022300658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/11/it-is-enough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/1293119400022300658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/1293119400022300658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/11/it-is-enough.html' title='It is enough...'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-1625118772693867943</id><published>2013-09-03T17:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-09-03T17:12:37.784+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Finally</title><summary type="text">
...and it came down
to creating the mask
of laughter and silence...

I was told what I am not
I was made what I wasn&#39;t

and yet I have to move on
like a zombie
with no soul, no direction.

go through the processes
people call life
as death is not an option...

and yet I feel the pain
sometimes over the numbness
that has become omnipresent...

To care, was a mistake
To trust-a crime.
and I lose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/1625118772693867943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/09/finally.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/1625118772693867943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/1625118772693867943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/09/finally.html' title='Finally'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-3425253209862818338</id><published>2013-08-28T18:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-08-28T18:27:36.524+05:30</updated><title type='text'>If</title><summary type="text">
If you knew I was to die
tomorrow...
Would you still be the same?
Would you care about what&amp;nbsp;
the world would say?
Or would you think how
our lives won&#39;t remain the same?
Would you kiss me and then wipe
the glitters of my lip gloss off your face?
Or would you hold me
and never let me feel the pain?

If you knew I was to die
tomorrow...
Would you still call me names behind&amp;nbsp;
my back and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3425253209862818338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/08/if.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/3425253209862818338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/3425253209862818338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/08/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-4194925933549847991</id><published>2013-08-28T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-08-28T18:08:55.944+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Like today</title><summary type="text">
Somedays like today
I wish to disappear
Become non existent
Break the walls of laughter
And be my true broken self

Somedays like today
I wish I was never born
As I can&#39;t seem to get up
And break the chain
The trap of this world

Somedays like today
I feel lonelier than alone
And everything seems worthless
Breathing is tiresome
And time is to wait for death

Somedays like today
People don&#39;t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/4194925933549847991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/08/like-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/4194925933549847991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/4194925933549847991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/08/like-today.html' title='Like today'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-5445418101638112858</id><published>2013-04-04T09:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-04-04T09:16:26.595+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Addicted</title><summary type="text">
Have I told you how
I feel so alive
When your arms are around my waist...

Have I told you how
I am lost to all
When you look into my eyes...

Have I told you how
I am on cloud number nine
When your lips brush against mine...

And it breaks my soul
And I want to hide
When you become part of the real world....

And then the drug&#39;s all gone
And I am all alone
When you are in the arms of another </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/5445418101638112858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/04/addicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/5445418101638112858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/5445418101638112858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/04/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-7180052524221321469</id><published>2013-01-24T18:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2013-01-24T18:32:27.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Warm Winter</title><summary type="text">Slow swivel
of the waist
followed by a twist
along the toe nail
His hands tracing her...
scorching her
where they fell
leaving a hot trail...
the flutters were soft,
but only at first...
He swept her
into a frenzied trance
And wild, wild, wild
went her heart&#39;s slow beat
And nothing could hold
her passionate heat...
She flew, and trembled
her heart&#39;s deepest chord
She cried, she laughed
She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7180052524221321469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/01/warm-winter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/7180052524221321469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/7180052524221321469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/01/warm-winter.html' title='Warm Winter'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-7669474828927356530</id><published>2013-01-11T16:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-01-11T16:24:21.012+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nested bird...</title><summary type="text">
And i knew,
We were past those
sweet nothings
and innocent chit chats
We had crossed
the incessant giggles
and the ever rising&amp;nbsp;
tide of passion...
Yes we liked
the occasional hug
And entwined fingers
and that&#39;s where it stopped...
I kept waiting
to hear him long for me
I kept waiting
for him to look at me
I kept hoping
he will sweep me off my feet
I kept wanting
him to forget everyone else,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7669474828927356530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/01/nested-bird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/7669474828927356530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/7669474828927356530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/01/nested-bird.html' title='Nested bird...'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-8220717282872262281</id><published>2013-01-05T09:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-01-05T09:22:34.775+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Unspoken One...</title><summary type="text">You fell into my life, like a shooting star...
Never did i believe, we will get this far...
The one i fell in love,
looks just like you...
Was it your words or your eyes
that made me desire, no one but you...
And yet we are so far...
Close in the eyes of all
We are the pair who are loved by all...
How can i share and let you into
my loneliest heart
And show you the hidden hurt...
There are only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8220717282872262281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-unspoken-one_5.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8220717282872262281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8220717282872262281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2013/01/the-unspoken-one_5.html' title='The Unspoken One...'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-3957622426062926765</id><published>2012-12-21T16:33:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-12-21T16:33:59.279+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Not in Love...</title><summary type="text">
No baby, i am not in love
love is too trite, common place
i am in need of you
part of a never ending chase
of who needs whom more...
Sometimes, just your face
makes up for the lost time
of distance, travel and busy days
But then again, it is a crime
to not hold you in a never-ending embrace...
No darling, i am not in love
how can i be in love
when i know you are forever
another&#39;s, one i can&#39;t </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3957622426062926765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/12/not-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/3957622426062926765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/3957622426062926765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/12/not-in-love.html' title='Not in Love...'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-5333175674154017603</id><published>2012-11-09T20:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-11-09T20:05:02.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why then?</title><summary type="text">If it was to be only once,
then why did you rouse my emotion...

If it was to be just lust,

then why did you pick my heart...

If it was not to be

then why did I and you become we...

If it was to be in a land of fantasy,

then why did our lives meet in reality...

If there were terms and conditions attached

then why was the consent asked after the signed deal...

If it was another one of your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/5333175674154017603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/11/why-then.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/5333175674154017603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/5333175674154017603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/11/why-then.html' title='Why then?'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-5208016346737235940</id><published>2012-11-03T01:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-11-03T01:50:41.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The night</title><summary type="text">the night has come
in its inevitable way
closing in on the heart...
and words are but crutches
to hold the broken parts

we speak with the tongue
but the hearts are numb
we speak, words are polite,
in silence the chill is felt
of the love long lost...

the same warm heart
is cold with desperation
the long unending arms
reminds of separation;
of one who was to be forever...

And yet, we refuse to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/5208016346737235940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/5208016346737235940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/5208016346737235940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-night.html' title='The night'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-7852235869203780057</id><published>2012-09-21T04:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-09-21T04:36:34.523+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished talk...</title><summary type="text">


You see the smile, the effervescent laugh
the warmth of a hundred hearts
and miss the mist behind the eyes



You see the showers of love, in the arms of beautiful people
having the pleasures of life
not the longing of the fire crushed within



You see the pride, the unflinching confidence
the arrogance of unwavering faith
but miss the heart’s childlike innocence



Sometimes, it is too late
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7852235869203780057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/09/unfinished-talk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/7852235869203780057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/7852235869203780057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/09/unfinished-talk.html' title='Unfinished talk...'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-8657148983740825523</id><published>2012-07-26T15:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-07-26T15:45:41.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Blessed me...</title><summary type="text">
In love,
this world is a blur,
our moment is longer,
while hours slip by...
That moment,
when the tips of your fingers
brushed against mine
and sent a shiver up my spine...

You moved,
your face an inch closer
an inch away from mine
letting our breath do all the talk...
And smiled,
through your deep stormy eyes
i could see no more
till there was nothing more to hide...

With you,
i know of no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8657148983740825523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/07/blessed-me_26.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8657148983740825523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8657148983740825523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/07/blessed-me_26.html' title='Blessed me...'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-8029711874756647264</id><published>2012-07-12T15:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-07-26T15:21:05.822+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Friendship and Love</title><summary type="text">
It took me some time to get my thoughts together on this, although the feeling has been around for a while. Yesterday when S spoke with me on her birthday, she put it in a very straight forward way when she said, &quot;You are the only person I know who has not changed her priorities of people in her life after marriage. It does not revolve around that ONE man alone.&quot;
I was happy at least one more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8029711874756647264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/07/friendship-and-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8029711874756647264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8029711874756647264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/07/friendship-and-love.html' title='Friendship and Love'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-7182269489080928961</id><published>2012-04-01T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-01T22:45:56.181+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Temptations...</title><summary type="text">
To knowyou are lovedAnd yetto live without accepting that
To be held,felt with passionAnd yetto not respond back
To havea lover’s entwining armsAnd yetto be aloof of that
&lt;!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--&gt;
&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;To be touched,caressed as the precious oneAnd yetto hold your urge back
To be the onewho was to be the life partnerAnd yetto be the one who never was
To be therewith </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/7182269489080928961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/04/temptations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/7182269489080928961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/7182269489080928961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/04/temptations.html' title='Temptations...'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-8948516299876306143</id><published>2012-04-01T22:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-04-01T22:35:19.175+05:30</updated><title type='text'>On a day like today</title><summary type="text">
In a whirlwindAs we swooped, swirledAnd moved beyond
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&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The stars beckoned“come and make thisYour new world”
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&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;A world created On the back of tears,Laughs, and on changing livesof people unknown and near…
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&lt;!--[endif]--&gt;The one who was closeBurnt my soulBroke me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/8948516299876306143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/04/on-day-like-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8948516299876306143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/8948516299876306143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/04/on-day-like-today.html' title='On a day like today'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-5989942193664106929</id><published>2012-03-16T01:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2012-03-16T01:31:57.049+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To you and you and you all</title><summary type="text">
To you, who has disappearedFrom my everyday life…Soul sisters, lovebirds,Friends from a different time;Who does not call, or take my call;Who believes silence is better than talks…

To you,&amp;nbsp;who stabbed me with words
Of hatred and fake loveOf betrayal and false promises allWith conditions attached…Who left at the first challengeThat broke us apart…
To you, who wanted to be understoodBut </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/5989942193664106929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/03/to-you-and-you-and-you-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/5989942193664106929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/5989942193664106929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2012/03/to-you-and-you-and-you-all.html' title='To you and you and you all'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5652019389756531907.post-3933902868534382050</id><published>2011-12-30T16:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-30T16:45:10.728+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tempestuous</title><summary type="text">It all fell apart
with one angry word

Immature and small
Or so i was told

Never rational caring or humane
Just some angry fireball

Impulsive, re...
the list goes on

These are my laurels
my faults on display
In this public world

Wavering sanity,
i had a free fall

The tempest has passed
A calmness prevails
Over my wrecked world...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/feeds/3933902868534382050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/12/tempestuous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/3933902868534382050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5652019389756531907/posts/default/3933902868534382050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://samhita-mishra.blogspot.com/2011/12/tempestuous.html' title='Tempestuous'/><author><name>Samhita</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11132811145123704017</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXn24GWb87nT4L4bqDkuW9CLwlwuOF4kOt3vvGNqUZ11m4fvAL00PiW6NpOZIt7aHCaJFryNdsFOCtGC_9gH43wTijfX3zQ9FqEWZlx5RkDlPw6LDRU9U4GWR2j7fDxOo/s220/IMG_5494_Sunburst_4.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>