<?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-6165973100934694958</id><updated>2024-08-30T14:04:36.693+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Morose</title><subtitle type='html'>Ricky Morose</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-1619252776809562705</id><published>2010-10-26T16:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.652+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The plural mockerer...Godsend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Ricky : Panchi, why do i need you so much?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/1619252776809562705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/10/plural-mockerergodsend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/1619252776809562705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/1619252776809562705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/10/plural-mockerergodsend.html' title='The plural mockerer...Godsend'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-7593645334205990157</id><published>2010-10-26T16:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The present perfect ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Panchi,&lt;br /&gt;
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I don&#39;t know if i&#39;ve lost you, or i am loosing you...&lt;br /&gt;
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Yous diplomatic behaveour to my love, why take your last illusions from me love..&lt;br /&gt;
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Atleast give me the physical you and i might .create a lady bird this time...&lt;br /&gt;
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Am i the writer of my own fate, panchi?&lt;br /&gt;
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Are you still alive baby??&lt;br /&gt;
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Why arn&#39;e you here with me, loving me and giving me your arms to endure ...&lt;br /&gt;
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Why take the pain away from me and leave me downtroden for the whole life...&lt;br /&gt;
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Why thous faith always cut my fate, like the navy cut.................................................................&lt;br /&gt;
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--- Me or You ---&lt;br /&gt;
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p.s. tell me difference and i&#39;ll touch your feet first ...&lt;br /&gt;
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love,&lt;br /&gt;
A.R.M&lt;br /&gt;
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I promise you, smoking causes cancer eventually .&lt;br /&gt;
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Regards,&lt;br /&gt;
Abhinav ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/7593645334205990157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/10/present-perfect.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/7593645334205990157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/7593645334205990157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/10/present-perfect.html' title='The present perfect ...'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-4622646586798848643</id><published>2010-09-11T02:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.677+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My heart is of dust and my brain is lure .</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;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;05:07 am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Written on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;20th June 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: x-small;&quot;&gt;To be … and not to be &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;And I urge your defeated love inside me …. Let it be … let it come out within me …. Engulfing this world … in its wraith ……. And giving the rashes ….. of destiny ……..!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;
With the ecstasy of uncontrolled motion ……………………and then .. . ..death again.&lt;br /&gt;
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I kill her …. And make her a bride.&lt;br /&gt;
A bride of death n……………with non relative aspire …. Inspiring itself , ..more and more ….to the core.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I say to you … to the world inside me … to you. I am pure... My love is pure ….&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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..my heart is of dust and my brain is lure .&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I still crawl .. within my dreams ….searching for the light …..for her . She never came to me ….she never was mine …. She was always his. Then why do I think he still wants me to have her ….me to love her …me to make her mine as if she was never his ….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; And then comes this voice …..so soothing ….engulfing all my sadness in it …..taking all my pain away from me…..giving me a new sadness to endure ….new wings to fly ….. and then to fall ….. on her …and then she healing my shattered wings ….feeling my serene wounds …shining my scars …..and then leaving ….leaving me after giving me the will to live ….making me fly …and then fading from the sky……………and then going away whispering that voice again in my ears …&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;… ‘kites…in the sk&lt;/span&gt;y’ &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And I ask the world if they felt that it was ……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; ……and they just laugh and say,’you’re just about the words, and nothing real’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;And I ask myself ….is the pain real only when it shows. . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/4622646586798848643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-heart-is-of-dust-and-my-brain-is.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/4622646586798848643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/4622646586798848643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-heart-is-of-dust-and-my-brain-is.html' title='My heart is of dust and my brain is lure .'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-8800735875995647519</id><published>2010-08-29T02:39:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.730+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deception ... for inception</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;My room , my place&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; 25 August 2010&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;N.. ,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&quot; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;You are way more beautiful than the essence of beautiful. &quot;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;I know what i say, breaks the moral imbalance ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;I know that you portray to this world that you are married ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;I know that you portray to this world that you are a committed soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;I know that you want all to believe, what you want all to see ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;But i &lt;b&gt;give&lt;/b&gt; you the right to come to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;if ever you feel that he has less respect of you ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;I &lt;b&gt;gave&lt;/b&gt; you the right to come to me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;if ever you see a hatred for your essence in his eyes ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;I gave you the right to seek me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;if ever you feel he is a mistrust towards you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;I &lt;b&gt;want&lt;/b&gt; you to come to me if you can bestow your faith upon mine, that I will respect you, that I &lt;b&gt;will&lt;/b&gt; never share you with any other soul, and I will love you as the God wants to show the feeling of love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;I &lt;b&gt;ask&lt;/b&gt; you to ask me for my space ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;I ask you to take one special corner of my heart and rest their forever ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;if and only if&lt;/b&gt; ....you come to me as a new different reflection,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; you come to me as a new entity than what you were before,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; and when you&#39;re with me , you forget that you were ever married,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;And when you go away from me, you remember me . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;just as a dream ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;love ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Ricky &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/8800735875995647519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/deception-for-inception.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/8800735875995647519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/8800735875995647519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/deception-for-inception.html' title='Deception ... for inception'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-4020150098867998300</id><published>2010-08-29T02:10:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.672+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Destruction for Construction</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;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;The truth always prevail ...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;This happened in between the days of 21 August 2010 and 24 August 2010 .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;It&#39;s time , the world knows the real truth. It&#39;s the power of a pen baby ... (in this case , the power of a keyboard ;p )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;lol ... i am amazed to see , what just one phone call does.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I&#39;m not writing this anymore ... let it be , the last remembrance that&#39;s unseen. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;O my panchi, I know that you are proudly telling our God what i have done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I know that by this, i have given you the power of respect.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I know, that somewhere in the &#39;Land of Gods&#39;&lt;/span&gt; , &lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;you are blowing kisses and kisses for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know that i have &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;mocked your illusion with the hands of mine, you protected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I know that i gave you ...you .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Ricky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/4020150098867998300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/destruction-for-construction.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/4020150098867998300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/4020150098867998300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/destruction-for-construction.html' title='Destruction for Construction'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-4867168555851238538</id><published>2010-08-18T21:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.681+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The curled innocence ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TGv-kfu4_bI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WkffTRyJBfY/s1600/44782_6969668107_568378107_337349_3993384_n.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;252&quot; src=&quot;http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TGv-kfu4_bI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WkffTRyJBfY/s400/44782_6969668107_568378107_337349_3993384_n.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Mc Donalds, Kashmiri Gate, Delhi&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;15/08/10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;07:34 pm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;I’m  amazed to see her talk so much. I mean, of all the faces I’ve observed  yet, her’s is of those which are usually busy with themselves and does  not aspire the naturistic reality. But she on the other hand is all  about expressions. And with a smile like that, I bet she can score  dicap. ^^ A white cutsleeve, elegant top with blue jeans and shiny white  and black sandals. But that’s just the presentation; the awesome part  is “that even the bold outlook could not match the inner esctasy … of  life”. In short, she’s special in all the special ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;MsoNormal&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0in 0in 10pt;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;source : Asin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/4867168555851238538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/curled-innocence.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/4867168555851238538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/4867168555851238538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/curled-innocence.html' title='The curled innocence ...'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TGv-kfu4_bI/AAAAAAAAAB4/WkffTRyJBfY/s72-c/44782_6969668107_568378107_337349_3993384_n.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-5675791545136248778</id><published>2010-08-17T20:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-09T15:31:32.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Prologue</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TGqi-RF3U8I/AAAAAAAAABw/3l12zPuCgj0/s1600/fate.jpg&quot; imageanchor=&quot;1&quot; style=&quot;margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;&quot;&gt;&lt;img border=&quot;0&quot; height=&quot;300&quot; src=&quot;http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TGqi-RF3U8I/AAAAAAAAABw/3l12zPuCgj0/s400/fate.jpg&quot; width=&quot;400&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;color: #3d85c6;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif; font-size: large;&quot;&gt;The past never leaves you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: #999999; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&#39;Cinderella&#39; ...he said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia;&quot;&gt;&#39;And why is that what should be my name&#39; ...she replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&#39; Well , you know ...i&#39;ve seen you , i&#39;ve known you from the past two years. And what i observe ..is that you&#39;re something .. i man ..that face and those reactions ...they make a perfect rhythm . You&#39;re imaginations ..your talks , the way you see things.&lt;b&gt;The main thing is , you cannot imagine limitless ..and yet you need fear to control you , because believe me&amp;nbsp; you cannot live with it ...nor without it . &lt;/b&gt;&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&#39; Without what ? &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&#39; Without the fear . You know it yourself ...you just dont wanna believe it. &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&#39; Whatever ricky . You talk odd , although i like the name &lt;b&gt;:)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yeah , somehow it suits me .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; I&#39;ll just wait for my rescue prince.. &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39; You&#39;ll never have him , because even if he&#39;s with you ...you&#39;ll never be able to realise it. &#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39; Blah Blah !! Now stop it with your so called theories ....I&amp;nbsp;gotta go . Mom&#39;s calling &lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;color: red;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt;Bbye&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: #e06666;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;color: black;&quot;&gt;. &#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&#39; &lt;b style=&quot;color: #0b5394;&quot;&gt;Goodbye&lt;/b&gt; . &#39;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;I never saw her again... she was&amp;nbsp;moving to a new place . That day at dawn , i thought she&#39;d come to say goodbye before leaving ........ But i guess , i was never that important ..or else she was so busy in her own emptiness .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Well , that was fifteen years back . Now , it&#39;s all different. I haven&#39;t changed ..but i&#39;ve grown ...a lot. But you know ...i still couldn&#39;t forget that last day with her. And whenever i try to tyhink about it .. i&#39;m never able to figure out why i said those lines to her . Was i in love with her ...or was it just like one of my so many predictions. But i want to know ...what was in her eyes that urged me to say those words... I wish , somehow ...i could live that moment again. Somehow she comes back to say goodbye ..Somehow ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Arial;&quot;&gt;Although i know , its no use thinking about her. I tried to find her ....so much , And atlast when i really found her , after like three years of efforts ..it came to me that she died just a day before i actually found her. She died in a plane crash. They never found her body. The airlines company says either its blown into ashes or its lying somewhere deep in the ocean. They&#39;ve searched for three days, thus filling the criteria for searching of people in crash incidents. So they dont want to spend any more money in searching. What do they care ...they found 139 out of 140. One does not count that much. In the end, its just a girl..&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;just a girl that i loved .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/5675791545136248778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/prologue.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/5675791545136248778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/5675791545136248778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/prologue.html' title='Prologue'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TGqi-RF3U8I/AAAAAAAAABw/3l12zPuCgj0/s72-c/fate.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-7449808387458522969</id><published>2010-08-03T21:08:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.719+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Changes ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Someone wrote this during the best times of my life ... june or september 2009&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;These pale longing eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;speak a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;show the loneliness hidden in his heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;the guilt struck on his soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;the wait that is seered endless&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;his heart seems to be corked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;his thoughts deep within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;abducted by his own brain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;long living the dilemmas&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;Choking his soul ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; ..He looks like a junkie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; His heart and brain fighting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; He is completely lost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; his own world killing him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; his thoughts seething&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;But he is still falling for the same things,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;still calling the same names,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;still speaking the same lines,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;still loving her rhymless,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;still haunted by the same fear..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;still killing himself . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; -Panchi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;vv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;See how the world shows its fate my love , whatever you wrote , turned out to be the future ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;i still sometimes wonder , what would have happened if you had told me that you&#39;ll be forced to die , that you&#39;ll be forced to be &#39;converted&#39; . i wonder if i could have stopped that . But i have given up my love , i have done what you asked me to . I have freed the killer my love , i let her go. I respect your act of forgiveness , but this was the last remembrance my love .... this was the last . As you are no more with me .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;But i&#39;l always ask you in my dreams .... &#39;Did you know it before ... Did you know she was gonna kill you ..&#39;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;And i know i&#39;ll never get my answer .... because you are a saint , and you know that i never was .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; -Ricky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;O my love ...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Thy&#39;s faith will rest in my soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Thy&#39;s end will never come again ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Thy&#39;s mourne will never be felt ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;Thou&#39;s remembrance as my lover will always rest in my deepest secrets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;But i will always believe , that you are my beloved daughter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: xx-small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;who died in vein ...saving my existence ... and thus smiling.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/7449808387458522969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/changes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/7449808387458522969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/7449808387458522969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/changes.html' title='Changes ...'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-5422725759890998854</id><published>2010-08-01T05:44:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.682+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My X girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;Wake up on my toes&gt; ... &lt;br /&gt;
Ssup baby , how&#39;s life . Lol . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;one o clock , two o clock .. Tick tack tack toe &gt; i think i should start on the real thing now :-) one of the main reasons i&#39;m writing this , is cause i seriously dont wanna forget this feeling .. As i eventually do everytime, i have loads of other more important stuff you know ;-). Music is my life , books are my passion , novels are my thrills , love is ... you know what it is for me, but still as i know your stupid brain always assumes the illusion ... So i must state &#39;girls are my love&#39; ..so true still a blaze . And the people , well they are just my subordinates . And i must thankyou again for teaching me the real meaning of a girl . I was so wrong in the past you know. Girls are those females which can do anything and everything expected or unexpected . Lol. I sometimes seriously laugh at the past me. But dont get too happy my dearest ... This blog aint for your happiness you dumbo , it&#39;s just a retribution . Anyways, you&#39;ll realise that till i end it . And you know na that dumb is the biggest abuse as i see them. Bah! I&#39;m getting tired writing this shit. And all you readers dont laugh so much on the last line you fuckers cause you all know how much satisfied you feel while your in the loo alone , doing stuff . ;-) &lt;Thunderstuck - AC DC&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/5422725759890998854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-x-girlfriend_9054.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/5422725759890998854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/5422725759890998854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-x-girlfriend_9054.html' title='My X girlfriend'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-4266690409816360312</id><published>2010-08-01T05:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.673+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My X girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;wake my=&quot;&quot; on=&quot;&quot; toes=&quot;&quot; up=&quot;&quot;&gt; ... &lt;br /&gt;
Ssup baby , how&#39;s life . Lol . &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;one ,=&quot;&quot; ..=&quot;&quot; clock=&quot;&quot; o=&quot;&quot; tack=&quot;&quot; tick=&quot;&quot; toe=&quot;&quot; two=&quot;&quot;&gt; i think i should start on the real thing now :-) one of the main reasons i&#39;m writing this , is cause i seriously dont wanna forget this feeling .. As i eventually do everytime, i have loads of other more important stuff you know ;-). Music is my life , books are my passion , novels are my thrills , love is ... you know what it is for me, but still as i know your stupid brain always assumes the illusion ... So i must state &#39;girls are my love&#39; ..so true still a blaze . And the people , well they are just my subordinates . And i must thankyou again for teaching me the real meaning of a girl . I was so wrong in the past you know. Girls are those females which can do anything and everything expected or unexpected . Lol. I sometimes seriously laugh at the past me. But dont get too happy my dearest ... This blog aint for your happiness you dumbo , it&#39;s just a retribution . Anyways, you&#39;ll realise that till i end it . And you know na that dumb is the biggest abuse as i see them. Bah! I&#39;m getting tired writing this shit. And all you readers dont laugh so much on the last line you fuckers cause you all know how much satisfied you feel while your in the loo alone , doing stuff . ;-) &lt;thunderstuck -=&quot;&quot; ac=&quot;&quot; dc=&quot;&quot;&gt;&lt;/thunderstuck&gt;&lt;/one&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/4266690409816360312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-x-girlfriend_1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/4266690409816360312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/4266690409816360312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-x-girlfriend_1.html' title='My X girlfriend'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-8802399270887266235</id><published>2010-08-01T05:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.731+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My X girlfriend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/8802399270887266235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-x-girlfriend_4215.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/8802399270887266235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/8802399270887266235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-x-girlfriend_4215.html' title='My X girlfriend'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-8854341322683350001</id><published>2010-07-26T19:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.735+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The cute little red bag ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3:45pm &amp;nbsp; 22 July &#39;10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;McDonalds, Mumbai Central . &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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She&#39;s in white . Her bag&#39;s in red . Andi dont know, whats more cute. I see her eyes , and i cant take my eyes off her . And now the side face , omg! She curls her hair once a while . Sadness !! , she&#39;s going away from my sight. Aah ! it hurts . :( Okay ! I&#39;m going to ask her ... And here i go ........ Bah! She&#39;s sitting in the corner seat with a guy. And there&#39;s no other chair to attach. IMBA sadness ! ;(&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; for a moment that i saw her , i saw a simple intro(vert) girl standing in a crowd full of strangers, feeling a bit of shy, showing a bit of self defence, letting the world know that she&#39;s not just some other girl... It was a curve her cheeks were making , that instantly blew my mind away. I so much wish i could know her. Once , i could hear her voice. Aweee... Ricky is blushing . :) But as the world goes by , so the time will go by .....And so she will .....be&lt;b&gt;,&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; font-size: small;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;just a girl that i saw .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/8854341322683350001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/cute-little-red-bag.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/8854341322683350001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/8854341322683350001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/cute-little-red-bag.html' title='The cute little red bag ...'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-7028184926884747355</id><published>2010-07-26T19:10:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-02T17:47:13.000+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A little infatuation ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;4:41 pm , 21 July &#39;10&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;McDonalds, aundh , pune&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And there comes a 12year old , with a grey jacket and black imprinted grey shirt inside ... She has a band on her hair pulling them back a bit , just like my sister used to have when she was a twelve year old :) . And now she&#39;s sitting like i occasionally sit while observing people and their fantasies. And now i can just see her side face , still she&#39;s looking so innocent ... eating her pizzaMcPuf .&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But my real sister sitting in front is getting fed up....&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; So i must move on&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp; ...And so i do &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/7028184926884747355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-infatuation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/7028184926884747355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/7028184926884747355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/little-infatuation.html' title='A little infatuation ...'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-2218095806479616384</id><published>2010-07-25T01:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.654+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A journey of remembrance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;I wrote this while i was in rajdhani express going from delhi to bombay a few days back . I saw a couple sitting on the left side seats of my cabin . They seemed to be a newly married couple . There was an aura of the freshness of new love around them . And it somehow reminded me of the good times of my past love . The way they were talking to each other in hindi , reminded me of the sweet little talk i used to have . It was all so special for me . And at night , around 3 am i saw the girl come down and sleep with her partner . And around 4 am , their faces were so close and seemed to be so happy being there ... it just seemed like that even in sleep they were loving each other ... hugging each other without the essence of touch . And that reminded me , of something i always wanted for my relationship ... something i tried to do once ... something i gave my past love ... a freedom i tried to put in her ...............................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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And i wrote this then :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know my age not speak of my passion for the love of a love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know thou may be higher than me in the feeling of anxiety and faith&amp;nbsp; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;I know thou may flow with the flow of life mocking me as thou&#39;s smaller bearer&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But i must tell you my unknown symbols , my watching of you two at the wake of an hour gave me the remembrance of my one lost love ..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But i must tell you my unknown faith , the bond i see between thou hearts is the bond i always admire&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: inherit;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;But i must tell you my unknown brethren , the way i see your spirit of freedom resting in your counterpart , &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; my memories rejoice and i remember , I tried that too .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;dedicated to : the two unknown bearers&amp;nbsp; and my past feeling of love .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;p.s. I dont know why , but i could not write &#39;once&#39; at the end .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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* The word &#39;brethren&#39; refers to that man , as if saying that hes my brother in a way .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/2218095806479616384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/journey-of-remembrance.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/2218095806479616384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/2218095806479616384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/journey-of-remembrance.html' title='A journey of remembrance'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-7971379202068055564</id><published>2010-07-24T04:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.726+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Disposal of Gold</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;written on 5:32 am&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia, &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;, serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;25 May 2010&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: i love you ...&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i love you way more ...&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: i think i cannot live without you.&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i wont let you live without me.&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: you&#39;re all i ever wanted .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: do i make you happy abhinav ?&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: here&#39;s your card sweetie .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i love it more than you do .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: when i touch you, it feels like i&#39;m touching my god .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: cause i&#39;ll be with you , even if he leaves you honey.&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: you&#39;re my destiny .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: you&#39;re my dream .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: i want to spend the rest of my life with you .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i so much want to too, but i cant. But maybe i will, one day ...&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: when i see you, i feel like you were born to be mine .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: aweee ...&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: please let me sleep na .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: wake up na honey .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: and she says she hates me .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: :)&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: you&#39;re the one sweetie .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i was alwas . Stupid ! :)&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: i hate you for behaving this way .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i hate you for making me do that .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: i&#39;m sorry baby , i love you .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i&#39;m sorry too , love.&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: in a way , i like to be dependent on you .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: But i love it , i want to be your wall .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: i miss you so much , its been so much time i&#39;ve seen you .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: Aweee , my baby. I miss you more ...morest.&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: do just this for me na baby .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i hate it when you&#39;re all dependent on me and stuff .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: lets go party .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: Always ready .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: why you do these things. please stop doing them , it hurts so much .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i&#39;m sorry , but i&#39;m like this only na.&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: It&#39;s alright baby , i&#39;ll change you with my love .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i dont think i&#39;ll ever change in these things .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: then i&#39;ll change myself to live with it. although still please try to change . its wrong baby .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: uh! i was thinking of something else . What were you saying ?!&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: i dont like him .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i dont care .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: There are some basic things na sweetie .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: Ya [ i dont give a fuck ! ]&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: i feel lonely . it&#39;s been so much time i&#39;ve seen you .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: Loneliness is self made .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: i&#39;m sorry for anything i did .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: it doesnt matter. its ok though .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: lets go somewhere out. i wanna see you .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: Na ... dont have time .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: i love you .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: Ya .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: Do you love me .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: i dont know .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: Dont do this . i love you . Things will be better . Have faith in me .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: I dont know . I just want to breakup with you .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: &lt;b&gt;Why are we doing this if we are almost having a breakup ?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: &lt;b&gt;It happens between a boy and a girl .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: &lt;b&gt;I love you so much baby . I&#39;ll be better . We&#39;ll pass on through these times .&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: &lt;b&gt;Ya . I love you too . Ya .&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: But you said you&#39;ll never leave me. You love me so much. Dont do this . I cant &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; live without&amp;nbsp; you . Believe me , i&#39;ll keep you happy , way way happy. Please ...&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: I dont care , i want a breakup .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: I cant do this , i love you . I cant accept it .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: No! I want you to accept it . I want you to say and believe it is mutual .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: But it is not . You&#39;re ditching me . I dont want this .&lt;br /&gt;
Idont know about that , just accept this as a mutual breakup for me . Please , for me !&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: I have never bound you and never will . I gave you all the freedom , all the love and i wont take it back from you .&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Yes , i accept it , but just for you .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: Ya . Ok . Thankyou .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: Ilove you sweetie . Please come back ,. I&#39;ll change myself in everything you&#39;ll want me to .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: No! We are just friends now .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: But i love you .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: I dont love you anymore .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: But you loved me . And i&#39;m so sure of it . I could see it . No one can prove me wrong . Not even god .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: I dont know what love is anymore . And even if i did , i dont anymore .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: I miss you .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: Fuck you .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: I love you so much . Dont do this .&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: Fuck off .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: I&#39;ve changed in almost everything you complained earlier . Look.&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: So what !&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: I miss her so much . I tried everything . Why cant i fuckin give up !&lt;br /&gt;
DESTRUCT: Aah . I&#39;m going out on a party with my friends .&lt;br /&gt;
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CONSTRUCT: Enough of it ! I&#39;m out of her ! Let her go to hell ! Now i know what really happened . I have my own life to live . And now its my turn to party ...&lt;br /&gt;
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DESTRUCT: you make fun of our relationship, our past .&lt;br /&gt;
CONSTRUCT: Now its my turn to laugh .&lt;br /&gt;
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DESTRUCT: Go fuck yourself .&lt;br /&gt;
CONSTRUCT: Na ... now i prefer you .&lt;br /&gt;
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DESTRUCT: Please stop this .&lt;br /&gt;
CONSTRUCT: Its my wish ... my life .&lt;br /&gt;
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DESTRUCT: Dont do this anymore . Please let me live .&lt;br /&gt;
CONSTRUCT: Did you let me !!!&lt;br /&gt;
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DESTRUCT: I beg you .&lt;br /&gt;
CONSTRUCT: I dont believe in charity .&lt;br /&gt;
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ABSTRACT : CONSTRUCT ;&lt;br /&gt;
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All this time , i thought you still cared for me ...you were helping me in some way i couldn&#39;t imagine . But you were NOT . You were just being selfish !&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You Hypocratic Bitch !!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/7971379202068055564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/disposal-of-gold.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/7971379202068055564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/7971379202068055564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/disposal-of-gold.html' title='The Disposal of Gold'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-6005885572710519806</id><published>2010-07-24T02:36:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.716+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The prediction of the unseen</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;separator&quot; style=&quot;clear: both; text-align: center;&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;&lt;b&gt;somewhere around the days of October 2009&lt;/b&gt; ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
We both were sitting below the &#39;lovers tree&#39; in front of the tuck shop. Somehow she got the idea of writing something . And then i came up with the topic &quot;How Did i Die in 4 Days. &quot; I never knew that what i would write , would actually become my destiny . I never knew that i was writing my future , not my imagination . See the irony of god , i blamed him so much for all the times of my break up phase , and now i see him smiling over me , saying &quot;You wrote it yourself son.&quot;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;The prediction&lt;/span&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div style=&quot;font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;&quot;&gt;How DID i die in 4 days ?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;&quot;&gt;My last Breath ... It was the biggest breath in my whole life , it stayed for four long days ... and then it was gone ... Everything gone . It started with a cry ... her cry . A call from so close but so far ... she was holding out her hand, but not to touch ... but to say goodbye . They were taking her away ... she wasn&#39;t fighting ... she was going away . She wasn&#39;t helpless ... but neither was she strong . It was a fight way overpowered than her ... she was still not prepared ... time had come before time ... It wasn&#39;t her defeat ... it was mine . The long found love, was lost ... the stars were still there , but the shine was gone ... I didn&#39;t know if this showed a ray of hope ... or an indispensable eternity . But ... She was going away ... the separation was going past the time ... She was being snatched away ... with an invisible force ... I couldn&#39;t stop her ... because there was no one their taking her away ... It was she only ... and only she ... going away ... towards a crowd but still alone ... lonely now ... lonely forever ... lonely life ... and lonely death...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style=&quot;font-size: small;&quot;&gt;When i was finally over with it , we compared our writings &lt;/span&gt;... She knew it herself there was no match between their compositions . Still , i always said that hers was better .Her&#39;s was a little mis-happening in her dream , just dreaming that she found a knife and thrashed it somewhere . And then whoever was passing by us , we called them up and asked them to read both and compare . And i was running to everyone , telling them in their ears &quot;Say that her&#39;s is better . Please . &quot; . I know her brain ,she still thinks it was just a game of mine to show the unreal perspective of my love .... as she never knew , it was way more than real .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/6005885572710519806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/prediction-of-unseen.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/6005885572710519806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/6005885572710519806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/prediction-of-unseen.html' title='The prediction of the unseen'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-7794954991038500674</id><published>2010-07-24T01:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.721+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/7794954991038500674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/7794954991038500674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/7794954991038500674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-4673729644794573335</id><published>2010-06-04T01:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2012-08-30T12:44:59.679+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The mockery ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;Why is it that the serenity of separation comes back to you if you&#39;re indulged ... Why is it that something stops you to follow your will and hurt the one who hurt you... Why is it that even after stopping for the moment and belonging of satisfaction , your heart urges you to do it , while still opposing it as a whole ... Is this the repent of what you had once ... Is this the outcome of your most special times ... Do you have to pay for your past happiness ?! Does the equality of life even asks for the time you were happy ... Do you even have to pay for your good .?! Is it the price for the agreement of dismissal and the acceptance of your replacement . . . Is that how god laughs at you ...one day making you happy to realise that so much more is left to discover , and the other day showing you the remembrance , the eternity of the moments ! Is this the torque of life ..........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/4673729644794573335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/06/mockery.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/4673729644794573335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/4673729644794573335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2010/06/mockery.html' title='The mockery ...'/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6165973100934694958.post-2227469629513640821</id><published>2007-10-21T02:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-21T02:47:13.632+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the stars , in the sky&lt;br /&gt;i dream of this light,&lt;br /&gt;In the darkness of the cold&lt;br /&gt;it springs like a life,&lt;br /&gt;In the faces of this world&lt;br /&gt;it shines like a scar,&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of a god&lt;br /&gt;it sways like a shrine,&lt;br /&gt;In the depth of the sands&lt;br /&gt;its hidden as a relic,&lt;br /&gt;In the beauty of a face&lt;br /&gt;it rest&#39;s like the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In the depth of my heart&lt;br /&gt;it rest&#39;s like a wish,&lt;br /&gt;I always ask the world&lt;br /&gt;if they know what it is ...&lt;div class=&quot;blogger-post-footer&quot;&gt;Abhinav Ricky Morose A.R.M&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/feeds/2227469629513640821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-stars-in-sky-i-dream-of-this-light.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/2227469629513640821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6165973100934694958/posts/default/2227469629513640821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rickymorose.blogspot.com/2007/10/in-stars-in-sky-i-dream-of-this-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Abhinav Ahuja</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15426648488207835747</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ws3VMt0sEU4/TIwd04Fpa0I/AAAAAAAAACg/hW6A7DOv7Ys/S220/my+pic+..+consider+for+upload.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>