<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 28 Aug 2024 11:43:53 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>Poems</category><category>Emotion</category><category>Lonely</category><category>Nature</category><category>Love</category><category>Death</category><category>Life</category><category>Rain</category><category>Friend</category><category>Night</category><category>Ego</category><category>Haiku</category><category>Poem art</category><category>Religion</category><title>My Poems</title><description>A collection of my poems till date. My poems are on love, emotions, nature, rain, night, loneliness, pain, religion, death.&#xa;Writing poems is emotionally satisfying to me. It provides me pleasure and peace. My poems are a relief from hectic life.&#xa;Enjoy my poems and please do share them.Your comments will inspire me to write more.</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>140</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-2259595796268372361</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2017 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-10T11:00:16.300+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lonely</category><title>Lonely Tear</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Couples in front of my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
They haunt me,&lt;br /&gt;
Loneliness is my shadow,&lt;br /&gt;
Being shy, my strength,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lost in a reverie,&lt;br /&gt;
Many extinct opportunities,&lt;br /&gt;
To shy to put forth,&lt;br /&gt;
Emotions dressed opaque,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Trapped in a past of misery,&lt;br /&gt;
Alone, I sink further in,&lt;br /&gt;
Self deprived of any company,&lt;br /&gt;
Lonely tear eventually disappears.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/11/lonely-tear.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-8231963329925997608</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Nov 2017 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-10T10:00:01.169+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lonely</category><title>Pain</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Pain is an indispensable part of him,&lt;br /&gt;
Pleasure he has learnt to forget,&lt;br /&gt;
Floating in a sea of pain,&lt;br /&gt;
The lonely man, alone he remains,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No one to share with,&lt;br /&gt;
His emotions suffocate,&lt;br /&gt;
All colours mixed together,&lt;br /&gt;
Only black remains,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Seeing a mirage in the desert,&lt;br /&gt;
The survivor imagines he is safe,&lt;br /&gt;
Caught in the web of his delusion,&lt;br /&gt;
The spider bites, pain drips into his vein,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Hallucination is an addiction,&lt;br /&gt;
Painful memories a seduction,&lt;br /&gt;
Lonely man does not want resurrection,&lt;br /&gt;
He has now accepted rejection.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/11/pain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-2946664719765448856</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Nov 2017 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-08T11:30:03.640+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emotion</category><title>Hate</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Why are you so jealous of me?&lt;br /&gt;
Because I am who I am?&lt;br /&gt;
Good at what I do?&lt;br /&gt;
Not many desires to lure?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What is the reason?&lt;br /&gt;
For you to act so?&lt;br /&gt;
Since honesty is not a whore,&lt;br /&gt;
You can&#39;t find the door,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You act for yourself,&lt;br /&gt;
Make others pay for it,&lt;br /&gt;
Your piece de resistance fails,&lt;br /&gt;
You begin to spread hate.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/11/hate.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-1230505103047036400</guid><pubDate>Wed, 08 Nov 2017 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-08T10:30:21.511+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lonely</category><title>Guitar</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
A lonely guitar hangs around,&lt;br /&gt;
No one to strum,&lt;br /&gt;
Its voice now remains,&lt;br /&gt;
An inaudible sound,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Once it had someone,&lt;br /&gt;
He played it all day long,&lt;br /&gt;
Then she came along,&lt;br /&gt;
He was gone,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They were together,&lt;br /&gt;
Helping each other,&lt;br /&gt;
Man now with his women,&lt;br /&gt;
The guitar waits for another.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/11/guitar.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-3745503909050953415</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2017 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-06T11:00:15.881+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love</category><title>Choice</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I finally made up my mind,&lt;br /&gt;
Decided the choice,&lt;br /&gt;
But she&#39;s never gonna be mine,&lt;br /&gt;
For I know not how to seduce,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Another has already held her hand,&lt;br /&gt;
Given her pleasures,&lt;br /&gt;
I stand alone and watch,&lt;br /&gt;
How my dreams disappear,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I dared not to speak to her,&lt;br /&gt;
Fear of failure was superior,&lt;br /&gt;
Now desperate enough to make her my dear,&lt;br /&gt;
Too late a choice, I fear.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/11/choice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-8378090529624941179</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Nov 2017 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-06T10:00:11.237+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Life</category><title>I</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Wash my face,&lt;br /&gt;
See the true me,&lt;br /&gt;
My bogus outer fashion,&lt;br /&gt;
Hides my inner perversion,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No matter how attractive I appear,&lt;br /&gt;
That me is not real,&lt;br /&gt;
It is just my fear,&lt;br /&gt;
Acting like everything is clear,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To impress others,&lt;br /&gt;
I conspire,&lt;br /&gt;
The actual me,&lt;br /&gt;
Shall soon disappear,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I copy from others,&lt;br /&gt;
Then act like its inventor,&lt;br /&gt;
My uniqueness lies in blending with others,&lt;br /&gt;
All alone, company for fear.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/11/i.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-5010923239850707151</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2017 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-04T11:30:02.477+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emotion</category><title>Mirror</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Mirror on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;
Reflection of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;
A wide gaping hole,&lt;br /&gt;
Soon I will fall,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tell me O&#39;Mirror,&lt;br /&gt;
Where have I gone wrong?&lt;br /&gt;
What&#39;s my next step?&lt;br /&gt;
Before I&#39;m gone,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Fear not O&#39;Mortal,&lt;br /&gt;
Your life&#39;s a miracle,&lt;br /&gt;
Soon will be your departure,&lt;br /&gt;
Your attempts mean little,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am a mirror,&lt;br /&gt;
I only show what&#39;s real,&lt;br /&gt;
You are your own fear,&lt;br /&gt;
To me no one&#39;s dear,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Alone I remain,&lt;br /&gt;
With everyone I share,&lt;br /&gt;
Their self attained fear,&lt;br /&gt;
No one&#39;s mind is clear,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
How to lose fear,&lt;br /&gt;
Something so dear,&lt;br /&gt;
Always very near,&lt;br /&gt;
Tell me O&#39;Mirror?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Your mind needs to be calm,&lt;br /&gt;
Free from amy desire,&lt;br /&gt;
Freedom one cannot conspire,&lt;br /&gt;
One can only inspire.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/11/mirror.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-596874866112577129</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Nov 2017 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-04T10:30:01.160+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poems</category><title>Now-Here</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Coming from nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;
Going to nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;
Now is here,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nowhere is everywhere,&lt;br /&gt;
Some here and some there,&lt;br /&gt;
To escape this confusion,&lt;br /&gt;
I do not care.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/11/now-here.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-9133286178836113</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2017 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-02T11:00:05.350+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Death</category><title>Red Rose</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Solitary red rose,&lt;br /&gt;
Blue vase,&lt;br /&gt;
Donating fragrance,&lt;br /&gt;
Promoting romance,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Empty room,&lt;br /&gt;
Closed windows,&lt;br /&gt;
Light glows,&lt;br /&gt;
No one&#39;s home,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The rose shall wither off,&lt;br /&gt;
Not to remain i anyone&#39;s thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;
Its fragrance soon forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;
An invaluable brave sacrifice.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/11/red-rose.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-6276554631597468043</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Nov 2017 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-11-02T10:00:16.460+05:30</atom:updated><title>No Lie</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Am I alone?&lt;br /&gt;
By choice or chance?&lt;br /&gt;
I need someone,&lt;br /&gt;
To call mine,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I fear everyone,&lt;br /&gt;
In an ocean of lies,&lt;br /&gt;
How then do I make you mine?&lt;br /&gt;
When I know not to lie,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lies is the language spoken,&lt;br /&gt;
Under any circumstance,&lt;br /&gt;
Love starts with attraction,&lt;br /&gt;
Terminates with distraction,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Lie creates opportunity,&lt;br /&gt;
Destroys responsibility,&lt;br /&gt;
Dreams superiority,&lt;br /&gt;
Results in catastrophe.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/11/no-lie.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-6174175085660638923</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2017 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-31T11:30:09.992+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Death</category><title>Dame</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
A moment before,&lt;br /&gt;
Sh was there,&lt;br /&gt;
And then,&lt;br /&gt;
Only the body remained,]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;An accident took place,&lt;br /&gt;
She cannot be replaced,&lt;br /&gt;
In this life&#39;s race,&lt;br /&gt;
Exits someone&#39;s princess,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A candle blown out,&lt;br /&gt;
Darkness fills the heart,&lt;br /&gt;
Laid down into the grave,&lt;br /&gt;
Goodbye, beautiful dame.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/dame.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-2185659795571261600</guid><pubDate>Tue, 31 Oct 2017 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-31T10:30:01.998+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><title>Journey</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
World goes round,&lt;br /&gt;
At its own pace,&lt;br /&gt;
People on this ride,&lt;br /&gt;
Always in a hurry,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Earth and sun,&lt;br /&gt;
Moon and water,&lt;br /&gt;
Interdependent characters,&lt;br /&gt;
Matching each other,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To universal melody,&lt;br /&gt;
These characters dance,&lt;br /&gt;
Going round and round,&lt;br /&gt;
As tie passes by,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Day and night,&lt;br /&gt;
Darkness and light,&lt;br /&gt;
Today and tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;
Time observes this sight,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eventually to the end,&lt;br /&gt;
Reach all actors,&lt;br /&gt;
People long gone,&lt;br /&gt;
They hardly existed,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A journey enjoyed,&lt;br /&gt;
In each other&#39;s company,&lt;br /&gt;
If I&#39;m in a hurry,&lt;br /&gt;
I shall forever worry.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/journey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-5183528496177905110</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-29T11:00:16.865+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Nature</category><title>A Butterfly</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
A butterfly enters my room,&lt;br /&gt;
Fluttering its wings to nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;
Confused, no directions,&lt;br /&gt;
It somehow feels jailed,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;
Was it her mistake,&lt;br /&gt;
Entering my room,&lt;br /&gt;
Escaping from nature?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Solitary creature,&lt;br /&gt;
In wild or captive,&lt;br /&gt;
Momentary company to a passing wind,&lt;br /&gt;
A brief flaunting of nature&#39;s beauty.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/a-butterfly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-758054916634215421</guid><pubDate>Sun, 29 Oct 2017 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-29T10:00:01.196+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poems</category><title>Never United</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
A candle extinguishes,&lt;br /&gt;
Light disappears,&lt;br /&gt;
Smoke clears out,&lt;br /&gt;
As darkness invades,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A moment of brightness,&lt;br /&gt;
A thought of existence,&lt;br /&gt;
A far fetched imagination,&lt;br /&gt;
Now nothing remains,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Darkness in left to itself,&lt;br /&gt;
Forever in search of the light,&lt;br /&gt;
Whenever they meet together,&lt;br /&gt;
Remain divided, never unite.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/never-united.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-9188694863634860102</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2017 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-27T11:30:08.069+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Death</category><title>Sole Survivor </title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
A sole survivor,&lt;br /&gt;
At the edge of the cliff,&lt;br /&gt;
Surrounded by enemies,&lt;br /&gt;
No escape,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Them wolves ready to pounce on him,&lt;br /&gt;
A step more he goes down the cliff,&lt;br /&gt;
Death is before and after him,&lt;br /&gt;
Fear has draped itself over him,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Moments shall come,&lt;br /&gt;
Soon to nil,&lt;br /&gt;
Mustering all his will,&lt;br /&gt;
He jumps off the cliff,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Rolling and tumbling,&lt;br /&gt;
Bashed and bruised,&lt;br /&gt;
Bleeding, in pain,&lt;br /&gt;
He reaches the base,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Concious of his pain,&lt;br /&gt;
Unconscious of his bearings,&lt;br /&gt;
Dead or alive?&lt;br /&gt;
Hardly his guess,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
With sheer will,&lt;br /&gt;
He stands on his feet,&lt;br /&gt;
Swiftly disappearing into the jungle,&lt;br /&gt;
In search of a sage.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/sole-survivor.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-3962680851346868383</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Oct 2017 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-27T10:00:30.553+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Death</category><title>Soul</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
A person dies,&lt;br /&gt;
His times up,&lt;br /&gt;
Soul leaves his body,&lt;br /&gt;
Free from mortal confines,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;No more worries,&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing to care,&lt;br /&gt;
All laid bare,&lt;br /&gt;
Going nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Am I energy?&lt;br /&gt;
Am I a thought?&lt;br /&gt;
It begins to wonder,&lt;br /&gt;
In thoughts its lost,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It has no perception,&lt;br /&gt;
It has no form,&lt;br /&gt;
Talking to itself,&lt;br /&gt;
Without a mouth,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Heaven and hell,&lt;br /&gt;
Concepts of the unwell,&lt;br /&gt;
Reality and illusion,&lt;br /&gt;
A moments delusion,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Soul always existed,&lt;br /&gt;
Forever it shall exist,&lt;br /&gt;
A purposeless particle,&lt;br /&gt;
In someone&#39;s dream.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/soul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-181772704140529968</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2017 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-25T11:30:02.578+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Death</category><title>New start</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Only through pain,&lt;br /&gt;
Life emerges beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;
One has to fall,&lt;br /&gt;
To learn to stand,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If falling is fear,&lt;br /&gt;
Success is never near,&lt;br /&gt;
Facing fear makes it clear,&lt;br /&gt;
To reach that which is dear,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A tear in the eye,&lt;br /&gt;
A thought in her mind,&lt;br /&gt;
Her hair dances with the wind,&lt;br /&gt;
No point in living,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yet she lets the train to pass,&lt;br /&gt;
Lose a battle, win the war,&lt;br /&gt;
Easy to give up without a thought,&lt;br /&gt;
Wait till tomorrow, I&#39;ll have a new start.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/new-start.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-4458701158451810896</guid><pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2017 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-25T10:30:28.757+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poems</category><title>Illusions</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Different people,&lt;br /&gt;
Different colours,&lt;br /&gt;
Single purpose,&lt;br /&gt;
Selfish desire,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Blind belief,&lt;br /&gt;
Compulsory education,&lt;br /&gt;
Heaven and hell,&lt;br /&gt;
Imaginary destination,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Materialism,&lt;br /&gt;
Insatiable lust,&lt;br /&gt;
Always want more,&lt;br /&gt;
Everything is mine,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Married man,&lt;br /&gt;
Wife beater,&lt;br /&gt;
Neighbor&#39;s wife,&lt;br /&gt;
His desire,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Truth a mirage,&lt;br /&gt;
Lies an oasis,&lt;br /&gt;
Society a delusion,&lt;br /&gt;
Capitalism its illusion.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/illusions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-4404562650470518408</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2017 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-23T11:30:22.700+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Friend</category><title>Friend</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
A friend,&lt;br /&gt;
A predator,&lt;br /&gt;
Poisonous snake,&lt;br /&gt;
Grass camouflage,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Support and focus,&lt;br /&gt;
Guidance and love,&lt;br /&gt;
Carefully weaved illusions,&lt;br /&gt;
For selfish gains,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Faith given without question,&lt;br /&gt;
Actions manipulated for gain,&lt;br /&gt;
Enemy is better than a friend,&lt;br /&gt;
For friend decides my end.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/friend.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-5549178537081685302</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Oct 2017 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-23T10:00:03.358+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lonely</category><title>Boat</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Solitary boat,&lt;br /&gt;
Still sea,&lt;br /&gt;
No wind,&lt;br /&gt;
No current,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Hot sun,&lt;br /&gt;
Distant cloud,&lt;br /&gt;
Parched mouth,&lt;br /&gt;
No water,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Far from home,&lt;br /&gt;
All alone,&lt;br /&gt;
Attempt survival,&lt;br /&gt;
Reach civilization,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A gust of wind,&lt;br /&gt;
Natures push,&lt;br /&gt;
Slowly drifting,&lt;br /&gt;
I reach home.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/boat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-1223845486396615136</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2017 06:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-21T11:30:09.552+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Emotion</category><title>Not lost</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
I have not lost,&lt;br /&gt;
If I have not tried,&lt;br /&gt;
Despair from comparison,&lt;br /&gt;
Pain and confusion has risen,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Misinformation as guidance,&lt;br /&gt;
Deception as my friend,&lt;br /&gt;
Irrational behavior,&lt;br /&gt;
Blinded perception,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Without trying,&lt;br /&gt;
Happens nothing,&lt;br /&gt;
Idiots expectation,&lt;br /&gt;
Empty reality,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Past and present,&lt;br /&gt;
When compared,&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing&#39;s bleaker,&lt;br /&gt;
Than the future.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/not-lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-7731808873009142435</guid><pubDate>Sat, 21 Oct 2017 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-21T10:30:25.964+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lonely</category><title>Monk</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
A monk,&lt;br /&gt;
Alone in a room,&lt;br /&gt;
Rain falling outside,&lt;br /&gt;
Nature&#39;s rhythmic chant,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Contemplating about life,&lt;br /&gt;
Mystery he wonders,&lt;br /&gt;
Questions arise,&lt;br /&gt;
Imagination runs wild,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Birth and death,&lt;br /&gt;
Always a cycle,&lt;br /&gt;
Life is happiness,&lt;br /&gt;
Death is freedom,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Everything appears random,&lt;br /&gt;
Patterns emerge when observed,&lt;br /&gt;
Lonely man, a lonely island,&lt;br /&gt;
Both are in the same ocean,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So realizes the monk,&lt;br /&gt;
Every seconds worth,&lt;br /&gt;
Together alone,&lt;br /&gt;
Alone together.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/monk.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-7896704839156591894</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-19T11:00:15.599+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poems</category><title>Bore</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Reflecting lights on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;
All alone in the store,&lt;br /&gt;
Entire day not one visitor,&lt;br /&gt;
This job is such a bore,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;
Only to wait,&lt;br /&gt;
No one&#39;s there,&lt;br /&gt;
While I am here,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Do I close for the day?&lt;br /&gt;
Is there a customer on his way?&lt;br /&gt;
Will it be worth if I stay?&lt;br /&gt;
This predicament is above my pay.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/bore.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-6416594563314791707</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Oct 2017 04:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-19T10:00:18.543+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poems</category><title>Trap</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
Two black eyes,&lt;br /&gt;
Drawing attention,&lt;br /&gt;
Might be a trap,&lt;br /&gt;
Induced through seduction,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Who knows the effect?&lt;br /&gt;
Of answering this attraction,&lt;br /&gt;
For the best of worst,&lt;br /&gt;
Options for selection,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A bright burns in them,&lt;br /&gt;
Wild ideas instilling me within,&lt;br /&gt;
Yet I choose not to reply,&lt;br /&gt;
Unknown future cast aside,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Avoided a possibility,&lt;br /&gt;
Doubting ones ability,&lt;br /&gt;
Lack of clarity,&lt;br /&gt;
Wise stupidity.&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/trap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9209926854575168145.post-3321431608895405423</guid><pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2017 05:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2017-10-17T11:00:04.174+05:30</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poems</category><title>Loiters</title><description>&lt;div dir=&quot;ltr&quot; style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot; trbidi=&quot;on&quot;&gt;
A crowd of loiters at the mall,&lt;div&gt;
Aimless wanderers finding a call,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
An act they display with awe,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Existence, to them makes no sense,&amp;nbsp;&lt;a name=&#39;more&#39;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
A shepard-less folk they are,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Existing in each other&#39;s shadows,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Materialism based bargaining,&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div&gt;
Hollow pleasures, reason enough for being.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
</description><link>https://dmellospoem.blogspot.com/2017/10/loiters.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Anonymous)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Mangaluru, Karnataka, India</georss:featurename><georss:point>12.9141417 74.855956800000058</georss:point><georss:box>12.6665187 74.533233300000063 13.1617647 75.178680300000053</georss:box></item></channel></rss>