<?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-4325711269565591359</id><updated>2024-09-28T03:23:27.135+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Invisible Voyageur</title><subtitle type='html'>Basic instincts, social life,&#xa;Paradoxes side by side.&#xa;Don&#39;t submit to stupid rules,&#xa;Be yourself and not a fool.&#xa;Don&#39;t accept average habits,&#xa;Open your heart and push the limits.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-9168536560055437826</id><published>2013-03-31T13:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2013-03-31T13:58:23.729+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Withering Heart...</title><summary type="text">







The Withering Heart....&amp;nbsp;



I cannot live without you or can I?

Do I have meaning in life without you or don’t I?



Are we part of a conscience unified?

Or are we parts of life soon to be put aside?



I found my lost peace &amp;amp; lost the pain of life with you

I never thought I’d be able to ease &amp;amp; gain in life without you.



What is the relationship we share?

Is it possible</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/9168536560055437826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-withering-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/9168536560055437826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/9168536560055437826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2013/03/the-withering-heart.html' title='The Withering Heart...'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH9ZoCrRc4xi9iHjND85Ccjhdd020oI5MnQ7hnTyUDdR74eNnwGKc6_q7BtrrxcKdCoSMYlEUw86an4YacOnGNH1_hx-AsEz25s3F4iDXAx6X2bFVfXzM4mFqshQVJuA_KTTJ7BtyenFc7/s72-c/161955464_2b8ccb5038_z.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-2386470267041219836</id><published>2013-03-31T10:16:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2013-03-31T10:16:20.014+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">









“Because I live, you shall live also” (John 14:19).



We need to endure the changing world around us that’s dark and insecure;

To help us view the present as a passing episode, a brief encounter on life’s short and troubled road.



For the fact that life is eternal in a world of sin and strife, nothing but a steppingstone to a new and better life!



A promise was made to walk the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/2386470267041219836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2013/03/because-i-live-you-shall-live-also-john.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/2386470267041219836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/2386470267041219836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2013/03/because-i-live-you-shall-live-also-john.html' title=''/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijtf4AVr19F9eP7I0Dcqja4SCNr35ku_rCs5FGhi68Akv3E8VHQgYn4p9BJwvYTH-svTmai6vM7IOSrbulyNpFBxZFOFtXAcxIi2D_6bm832geOuNcfQw1GY6klPTVjsMOjQzdlpj0MGH1/s72-c/holding_hands.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-1524049410148411401</id><published>2011-06-14T22:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:37:30.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In the Rain....Burnt with Desire</title><summary type="text">

For each desired kissFor all the time spentFor all the seconds took to give you a lookand having not said all I still have to say
You played your part so wellA modern romeoYou came not on Cupid&#39;s wingsbut  like the comforting wind and then you flew away
When you touched my faceWhen you called my nameI burned with desire
For every sleepless night till morning lightForever in your arms, lost in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/1524049410148411401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-rainburnt-with-desire.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/1524049410148411401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/1524049410148411401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-rainburnt-with-desire.html' title='In the Rain....Burnt with Desire'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSUXxWjzYrnRXsnmdCrCZIp8BidfQtejNXu4f9H2_x-cYT7TUL3o-CMLVR_oUtuwhn-0JqKrUOFV1g0hOJ9UHh5DLoR0_QbDYFZDGbU2h2VmadwwdcFgLvfZDCv8UcGyxQPOZxBV75-gYB/s72-c/2120931169_19177415c2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-6643497849212943414</id><published>2011-06-14T22:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-14T22:33:35.815+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Never Say Never Again!</title><summary type="text">

Love
You’re in my flesh and boneNo wonder my heart beats out of toneWhere ever you go I’m homeI’ll follow you....there!
You’re in my headIn my heartIn my soulYou are like the air I breatheYes you’re my favourite dreamI’ll follow you...even there!
When everything seems lostI’m stuck, like i am falling down...with nowhere to goI know that you will guide me homeSo promise me
Cause I know you’ll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/6643497849212943414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-say-never-again.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/6643497849212943414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/6643497849212943414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2011/06/never-say-never-again.html' title='Never Say Never Again!'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeJlVkYZTYW0F8j6VDu4N2PlN6zcBnGzUHmvhFYaUy1dBa58qXA3pqXxx5sWpM9oBAoHnr5pIgMQefVm8STVgo6xmde2_G1j4I_rWWQuAm4cJ7eqx6-NwOPIoQPWDX0DFMRlq0Th8ijiIF/s72-c/wait.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-8719572034366820369</id><published>2011-05-17T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-17T16:37:57.900+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Lisa Smile</title><summary type="text">
Lisa Iyer: August 08, 1996 - May 15, 2011
A four legged treat of mischief untold&amp;nbsp;
A four legged girl she was so bold&amp;nbsp;
She could rival our appetites for fun and play&amp;nbsp;
Oh! She had the powers to hold cranky Grandma at bay!&amp;nbsp;
She could take a on any challenge big or small&amp;nbsp;
And still would be there to answer to all our calls&amp;nbsp;
She came into our lives fifteen years ago&amp;nbsp</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/8719572034366820369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2011/05/lisa-smile.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/8719572034366820369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/8719572034366820369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2011/05/lisa-smile.html' title='The Lisa Smile'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjmiX-bB1s_k-0ZWYOlxxnjhyzF_uFpbUDDU9RcJmU-tMamDF7OYvWQPvmrXyZ-eWsS8wH-nDdg07onqk3ZkAgUCYiZT9HpknYV_iF0I8rVGVQ6Knajf_qPELK92hEnXsMTkvXtUBJUB1Z/s72-c/Lisa.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-3818136524507984307</id><published>2011-05-17T12:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:41:28.279+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Empty Frame</title><summary type="text">


Oh when the cold wind blows, I feel it to the bone,Oh when you say you know, all I feel is that I am alone.And even though I may never return those empty places are my own,And I would remember everything in grief and lament and moan.&amp;nbsp;
You and I remember there&#39;s a life that I have not lived yet,Are we just simple truths or are we bold lies?We have been fooling ourselves too longYou and I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/3818136524507984307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2011/05/empty-frame.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/3818136524507984307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/3818136524507984307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2011/05/empty-frame.html' title='The Empty Frame'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijAD6EPgo1IxDXlnpCOWrnSWpnPtK9SofyPeSYFPCvNqZ_c5gdLMuNPLjaGy-GgmoufP3TMtxC-Y9wAS-XCAc_oe2JEtaMVbfFH_ymNj9dgBSaIO7GQhywhQG5Qdej_4wbV0myHMLfrB3a/s72-c/empty+frame+2.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-1286513019992380540</id><published>2011-05-17T12:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-17T12:29:47.499+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Insignificant</title><summary type="text">

It all began with a simple chat, which led to the connection of our significant hearts.Our hearts connected slowly through the crossing of our significant pathsAnd eventually we tread our paths which so often crossed between our significant lives.
Destiny so far played a twisted role, separating the mare from its foal.And amidst the twisted life came ashore, the knight in shining armor in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/1286513019992380540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2011/05/insignificant.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/1286513019992380540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/1286513019992380540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2011/05/insignificant.html' title='The Insignificant'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-8889551665129364606</id><published>2010-11-24T15:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-24T15:56:57.827+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It will break on through…</title><summary type="text">I’ve seen the facesOf people in placesBurn up and dieAnd fade to their graves
Now; I see the pieces
of my life with people And in places
Burn up…and crack 
And slowly fade to grey

I feel like I’ve been walking on water
I feel like I’ve been dancing on wire
precariously hang on the edge
but don&#39;t know what to do…

I&#39;m sometimes on the outsideSometimes in the inside
Wide open spacesClosed narrow </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/8889551665129364606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-will-break-on-through.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/8889551665129364606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/8889551665129364606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/11/it-will-break-on-through.html' title='It will break on through…'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZBgBQ6wITcDgg5NLemqvvdR_ir-zSOOWYi0wTGSMOku8F_0nbSO25De7CpzuWNeQgohJpdNam7CObr0BUB3wiyzBN4sa3k7oeuoWjLhveOnS4Qpz6w4Q8fvHb3ii6wbGgA1liJ4UaelUq/s72-c/Remember+This+is+Tomorrow.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-7518326532131382366</id><published>2010-10-25T14:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-25T14:31:19.765+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The heart that yearns.....does it always learn?</title><summary type="text">I don&#39;t have the courage or the capacity to write any reply!

But, i can&#39;t but wonder to ask you why?

You were descriptive from blink to eye.....

I can&#39;t think of anything else but just cry....


Am i being naive i often think soo....

but i&#39;ll tell you this I don&#39;t stray when someone says Go!


to me he is someone close to my heart, but that doesnt mean i play a different part,

In your life i</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/7518326532131382366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/10/heart-that-yearnsdoes-it-always-learn.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/7518326532131382366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/7518326532131382366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/10/heart-that-yearnsdoes-it-always-learn.html' title='The heart that yearns.....does it always learn?'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-2998982657304065650</id><published>2010-08-22T16:21:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:21:30.834+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Closet Romance Vol 1. Poem 5.</title><summary type="text">i can&#39;t bear to see or hear you cry!...you&#39;ve done enough of it before so don&#39;t retry!
now is the time for you to just smileand that is a promise my love that you can file!
i want you to make love to me and i know you want that too!i know this is a new language called committment, spoken by but a true few!
distance is a factor that can be overcome,time is a catalyst&amp;nbsp; that is just part of a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/2998982657304065650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/08/closet-romance-vol-1-poem-5.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/2998982657304065650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/2998982657304065650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/08/closet-romance-vol-1-poem-5.html' title='Closet Romance Vol 1. Poem 5.'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-4178941561998275769</id><published>2010-08-22T16:17:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:17:47.874+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Closet Romance Vol 1. Poem 4.</title><summary type="text">My soul would have been your shield,My life I would spend to see you healI’d risen from the ashes like the phoenix birdI would have let the untold silence be heard
I don’t know how our lives are entwinedI don’t even want to see a rewindThey say our life is but a riotBut then I wonder around what it pivots
You’re in love, I know it’s trueI am in love, madly in love with youLove is your instinctAnd</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/4178941561998275769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/08/closet-romance-vol-1-poem-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/4178941561998275769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/4178941561998275769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/08/closet-romance-vol-1-poem-4.html' title='Closet Romance Vol 1. Poem 4.'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-4042646030637791680</id><published>2010-08-22T16:15:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:15:56.584+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Closet Romance Vol 1. Poem 3.</title><summary type="text">T’was just like another day,A storm blew in and passed over nayBurnt, bruised, battered grayMy life was struck and thunder played And still this was just another day.
....and then one day, the moon shone bright,I came out from my the inherent fright,I embraced the world for who I am,And to achieve my best in life I swam.
I overcame all that I could with bear to standI forgave a few and asked the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/4042646030637791680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/08/closet-romance-vol-1-poem-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/4042646030637791680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/4042646030637791680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/08/closet-romance-vol-1-poem-3.html' title='Closet Romance Vol 1. Poem 3.'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-7216223571173400256</id><published>2010-08-22T16:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:13:14.993+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Closet Romance Vol 1. Poem 2.</title><summary type="text">Opening up to you has been surrealYou know the how my life has been like a slimy eel
You thought you couldn’t say those words ever,But for me they were never reciprocated before, I should have clever!
Being transparent is all I can seeOur relation will blossom, from a single sand grain to the sea
Mistakes have happened, will happen...it is human to err But the love you have for me I know is much </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/7216223571173400256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/08/closet-romance-vol-1-poem-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/7216223571173400256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/7216223571173400256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/08/closet-romance-vol-1-poem-2.html' title='Closet Romance Vol 1. Poem 2.'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-3338954985601296025</id><published>2010-08-22T16:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-22T16:08:05.029+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Closet Romance Vol 1. Poem 1.</title><summary type="text">I don&#39;t know why my heart pounds so....But i know for sure, that my heart is ticking faster than the seconds hand that moves in the clock!
With every blink that my eye has, i feel time shouldnt fly fast!I being selfish and wish that time freezes, so that i can relive with you every moment of this short past...
I know i might rush you in and push you too!But i want to get to tuck you in and kiss </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/3338954985601296025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/08/closet-romance-vol-1-poem-1.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/3338954985601296025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/3338954985601296025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/08/closet-romance-vol-1-poem-1.html' title='Closet Romance Vol 1. Poem 1.'/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4325711269565591359.post-7026473128325796083</id><published>2010-05-14T16:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-15T12:32:26.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type="text">From a Son to his Father:Coming out is really scary. The hardest thing I&#39;ve had to do. The biggest thing I&#39;ve ever said,  And I trust telling you.  You may be gutted, I am expecting it though. Even so I&#39;d expect you to show A little support through this chilling time,  But, I&#39;d feel I have more support from a lemon and lime.  I have felt it like I was against the tide,  And I am hoping you&#39;d come</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/feeds/7026473128325796083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-son-to-his-father-coming-out-is.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/7026473128325796083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4325711269565591359/posts/default/7026473128325796083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://invisiblevoyageur.blogspot.com/2010/05/from-son-to-his-father-coming-out-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Invisible Voyageur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07005416517512233157</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='//blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEik9HVLogZYVQsFLDB8O8AkLv4-SPOQl5nG17GrlU5S5464YLa5yyR97kCAePYh8NzTAqolo4XLsZAU5n5t2gx3Fxp484wDMyvbzW3StIxtmnhG9E99dH-tuxzUG-GVXQ/s220/P9300091.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>