<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/' 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-585930454967522084</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 02 May 2012 15:14:23 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>The Verse Page</title><description></description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>57</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-1753261125460018033</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Mar 2012 16:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-16T09:53:10.652-07:00</atom:updated><title>Illusions</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I know this world is full of illusions&lt;br /&gt;
Because nothing is what it seems to be&lt;br /&gt;
Every act has painful repercussions&lt;br /&gt;
And life provides no chance to flee&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When words feel like daggers to the heart&lt;br /&gt;
And there is no melody to soothe the ears&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, the pain is just a small part&lt;br /&gt;
There is nobody to dry the endless tears&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even when I'm hurting all over&lt;br /&gt;
I'm somehow immune to the pain&lt;br /&gt;
Even if you make me cry&lt;br /&gt;
I can hide my tears in the rain&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can't kill me with your words&lt;br /&gt;
Just like you can't kill a dead man&lt;br /&gt;
And you can't cheat me with your actions&lt;br /&gt;
Just like you can't cheat an honest man&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
So don't even try to break my heart&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe you know its already broken&lt;br /&gt;
I am no longer affected by you&lt;br /&gt;
Or the words that you have spoken&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know this world is full of illusions&lt;br /&gt;
And that is exactly what you were&lt;br /&gt;
A ghost of my feelings and my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;
So close to me but barely there&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-1753261125460018033?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2012/03/illusions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-8517622871562787131</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Feb 2012 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-29T07:13:00.685-08:00</atom:updated><title>Remember When...</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Remember when we met for the first time&lt;br /&gt;
We had the worst impression of each other&lt;br /&gt;
But we ended up being the best of friends&lt;br /&gt;
Funny how life brings people together&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was always there to help&lt;br /&gt;
You were always there to listen&lt;br /&gt;
I always came back to you&lt;br /&gt;
When something made my heart rate quicken&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But somehow all of that got lost&lt;br /&gt;
Somehow you managed to ruin it all&lt;br /&gt;
I never understood what happened to you&lt;br /&gt;
Why you went away and let me fall&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I had decided to trust you&lt;br /&gt;
But you had to prove me wrong&lt;br /&gt;
You ridicule me for every little thing&lt;br /&gt;
And this has happened for far too long&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You used to be so different&lt;br /&gt;
I don't recognize you anymore&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe that's how life changes people&lt;br /&gt;
I guess you don't wanna be friends anymore&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I guess there's nobody to blame&lt;br /&gt;
We just have to go our own way&lt;br /&gt;
Even though I think its a shame&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe we'll talk again someday&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-8517622871562787131?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2012/02/remember-when.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-1852918445033954100</guid><pubDate>Sat, 11 Feb 2012 14:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-11T03:23:56.891-07:00</atom:updated><title>All I Ever Wanted</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;When I said I wanted you to listen&lt;br /&gt;
You gave me unwanted advice&lt;br /&gt;
When I wanted to talk it all out&lt;br /&gt;
You said you didn't want to hear my lies&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When all I wanted to do was cry&lt;br /&gt;
You told me that I was being weak&lt;br /&gt;
No, you never asked me why&lt;br /&gt;
My eyes just begin to leak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I told you about my dreams&lt;br /&gt;
You told me that I wasn't good enough&lt;br /&gt;
Well who are you to say that&lt;br /&gt;
You're gonna see how I can be tough&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You never gave me what I asked for&lt;br /&gt;
And now I'm done being disappointed&lt;br /&gt;
Because to love and to be loved&lt;br /&gt;
Was all I ever wanted&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-1852918445033954100?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-love-and-to-be-loved.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-8515283388176272367</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Jan 2012 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-12T07:28:29.719-08:00</atom:updated><title>Shadows</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;When I walk in the cold alone&lt;br /&gt;
Dark shadows surround me&lt;br /&gt;
They keep me warm&lt;br /&gt;
They give me company&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I ask them about life&lt;br /&gt;
But they never answer&lt;br /&gt;
I still want to talk to them&lt;br /&gt;
And I walk slower&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I go to bed alone&lt;br /&gt;
Dark shadows keep me awake&lt;br /&gt;
They still don't answer me&lt;br /&gt;
And yet I feel no hate&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I wish to be alone&lt;br /&gt;
The shadows take me away&lt;br /&gt;
When I wish to be gone&lt;br /&gt;
They are my escape&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And yet sometimes they scare me&lt;br /&gt;
When the shadows become insecurities&lt;br /&gt;
Their implications are disturbing&lt;br /&gt;
They always shatter my beliefs&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when I feel euphoric&lt;br /&gt;
The shadows rejoice with me&lt;br /&gt;
They have no face, no body&lt;br /&gt;
And yet they smile at me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Somehow they never leave my side&lt;br /&gt;
They have always been there for me&lt;br /&gt;
Still I find it hard to believe&lt;br /&gt;
I am the shadows and the shadows are me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-8515283388176272367?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2012/01/shadows.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-560180804019378930</guid><pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 17:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-29T09:17:50.626-08:00</atom:updated><title>Simplify</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7t1VPtQSBBw/TvygZ26DXLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZDowosArjHM/s1600/407090_275278355863160_246827232041606_805665_344302741_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7t1VPtQSBBw/TvygZ26DXLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZDowosArjHM/s400/407090_275278355863160_246827232041606_805665_344302741_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why is everything so complicated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;When life can be so simple and easy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;There is not one thing to be hated&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You just have to live freely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why do you have to care so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;About what others might think about you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't need to impress anyone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Be carefree, be reckless, be you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is a game, you just have to play&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why spend all your time planning your moves&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sometimes you need to take a risk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And not the one that others approve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is a path, you just need to walk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is a maze where you won't get lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So don't check if anyone follows you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And avoid following anyone else too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is a river&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You just go with the flow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You can stop once in a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;To admire nature, nothing more&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Life is short&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You don't have time to hate&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Stop thinking so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just un-complicate&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-560180804019378930?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/12/simplify.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7t1VPtQSBBw/TvygZ26DXLI/AAAAAAAAAIs/ZDowosArjHM/s72-c/407090_275278355863160_246827232041606_805665_344302741_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-3455478873081362558</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Dec 2011 14:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-21T06:11:46.362-08:00</atom:updated><title>The Kiss Of Judas</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;People are not always what they seem to be&lt;br /&gt;
And all your friends don't always help you&lt;br /&gt;
You should never believe what you see&lt;br /&gt;
Some things are just too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When you think that you love&amp;nbsp;someone&lt;br /&gt;
They don't always love you back&lt;br /&gt;
It's too late when you realize you should run&lt;br /&gt;
And you keep walking the lonely track&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You have no time to realize&lt;br /&gt;
When the love turns into betrayal&lt;br /&gt;
Oh yeah you sure were wise&lt;br /&gt;
But no match for two faced people&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Be careful when you decide to trust a person&lt;br /&gt;
Be careful when you place your faith&lt;br /&gt;
Be careful when you let him come close&lt;br /&gt;
Because his kiss might actually mark you for death.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-3455478873081362558?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/12/kiss-of-judas.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-398116986092972885</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Dec 2011 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-12-10T09:31:12.805-08:00</atom:updated><title>I Am What You Made Me</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Since I have been a bundle of blankets&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I've been constantly learning your rules&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been told to abide by them&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That's all they told me at home and in schools&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why are my own opinions ridiculed&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When yours are just as outrageous&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You've stuffed your ways into my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And what you're doing is dangerous&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I am what you made me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you made me a coward&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm afraid to speak what I think&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How am I supposed to move forward&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am indeed what you made me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you took away my confidence&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm no longer comfortable in my own body&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You made me lose my essence&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need to change your rusty old traditions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're not going to work anymore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You need to change yourself&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you need to start right at the core&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, I am what you made me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And you made me an outcast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One day I'll make you pay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'm going to make it last&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-398116986092972885?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-am-what-you-made-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-9027681791765895336</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Oct 2011 16:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-20T09:23:22.507-07:00</atom:updated><title>In A Heartbeat</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Funny how we never know&lt;br /&gt;
When our world is going to change forever&lt;br /&gt;
Might be due to one small thing&lt;br /&gt;
One little shake, a small tremor&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's funny how we never think&lt;br /&gt;
About what we say or what we do&lt;br /&gt;
About what our actions might say&lt;br /&gt;
If they imply what is not true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Words do hurt more than swords&lt;br /&gt;
They have a unique power&lt;br /&gt;
Friends become foes&lt;br /&gt;
Relationships dry up like flowers&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Words can be very sweet&lt;br /&gt;
When said with the right beat&lt;br /&gt;
But when spoken with fury&lt;br /&gt;
Can destroy a world in a heartbeat.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-9027681791765895336?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-heartbeat.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-7242924442973377274</guid><pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 18:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-30T11:07:48.231-07:00</atom:updated><title>Are You Afraid Of The Dark?</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I'm looking at the pitch black sky outside&lt;div&gt;And I realize that I'm afraid of the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I turn on all the lights inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But there's still fear in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm trying to keep myself busy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it's starting to rain very hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The lights make scary shadows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I realize I'm afraid of the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But then I look around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're standing there, smiling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're not bothered by the thundering sounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Aren't you afraid of the dark?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find your smile reassuring somehow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm walking towards you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can feel you holding my hands now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm asking you to hug me too&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You say there's no need to be afraid&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Soon light will succeed the dark&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You tell me you'll hold my hand all night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If it will calm my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But will you stay beside me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Till the sun shines in my room?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm still afraid of the dark you see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But I'm no longer afraid of you...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-7242924442973377274?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/09/are-you-afraid-of-dark.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-5800873642385474055</guid><pubDate>Tue, 13 Sep 2011 16:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-09-30T00:48:40.800-07:00</atom:updated><title>Believe</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;People say there are doors&lt;br /&gt;
That open to the way to your destination&lt;br /&gt;
People say you just have to find the key&lt;br /&gt;
And you'll reach your salvation&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;They&amp;nbsp;believe&amp;nbsp;in Destiny.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
People say you're busy looking for the key&lt;br /&gt;
But the door has always been open&lt;br /&gt;
People say you just have to walk through&lt;br /&gt;
You dreams don't have to be broken&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;They believe in Opportunity.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
But I see no doors&lt;br /&gt;
I don't want to find the key&lt;br /&gt;
All I see is a path&lt;br /&gt;
And it is welcoming me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems to be full of dangers&lt;br /&gt;
Some good and some bad strangers&lt;br /&gt;
However, I know there is no way out&lt;br /&gt;
And I know that I can cross this path&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;I believe in Me.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-5800873642385474055?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/09/doors-and-keys.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-2612529105421791722</guid><pubDate>Fri, 29 Jul 2011 14:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-29T07:54:11.662-07:00</atom:updated><title>Wake Me Up When Everything's Okay</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;When the night is too dark&lt;div&gt;And it's a long time before dawn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the problems are too hard&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When the suffering goes on and on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wish I could close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And forget the world for a while&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let my mind rest for a bit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Give myself a chance to smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And when I wake up again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun will be shining bright&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It'll be a brand new day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With brand new opportunities in sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll sleep for a million years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If that's what it takes for the scars to fade away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll wake up when I'm ready&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I'm strong enough to get my way&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just let me rest my mind&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And wake me up when&amp;nbsp;everything's&amp;nbsp;okay&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-2612529105421791722?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/07/wake-me-up-when-everythings-okay.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-315025640469728732</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Jul 2011 12:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-14T05:03:15.227-07:00</atom:updated><title>Read My Mind</title><description>Sometimes it is difficult to explain&lt;br /&gt;
When you ask me if I'm fine&lt;br /&gt;
Sometime's I can't tell you&lt;br /&gt;
What I feel in one line&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wouldn't it be great&lt;br /&gt;
If we could read minds?&lt;br /&gt;
Everything would be easier&lt;br /&gt;
We could save a lot of time&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There would be no secrets&lt;br /&gt;
There would be no lies&lt;br /&gt;
You could see right through me&lt;br /&gt;
See my thoughts in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You would always know&lt;br /&gt;
When I'm feeling lost&lt;br /&gt;
And I would always know&lt;br /&gt;
What you desire most&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It would really be great&lt;br /&gt;
If we could read minds&lt;br /&gt;
I could read yours&lt;br /&gt;
And you could read mine.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-315025640469728732?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/07/read-my-mind.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-3367081814603114279</guid><pubDate>Sun, 10 Jul 2011 11:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-07-12T06:09:40.243-07:00</atom:updated><title>Annihilation</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It's midnight&lt;br /&gt;
The clock has struck 12 times&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight is not going to be the same&lt;br /&gt;
Tonight I'm opening my eyes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When I can hear noises beyond&lt;br /&gt;
I won't sleep peacefully in bed&lt;br /&gt;
I won't be ignoring anything&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going to investigate&lt;br /&gt;
___________________________&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm outside now&lt;br /&gt;
Walking this empty street&lt;br /&gt;
My throat is dry&lt;br /&gt;
I'm sweating from the heat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I arrive at the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;
There's a raging fire&lt;br /&gt;
It's shouting at me now&lt;br /&gt;
It's calling me a liar&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It is now spreading around&lt;br /&gt;
At the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;
Its burning away everything&lt;br /&gt;
absolutely everything in sight&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The world is annihilating&lt;br /&gt;
In front of me&lt;br /&gt;
The world is crumbling&lt;br /&gt;
And I can see&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The end is near&lt;br /&gt;
Soon everything will be gone&lt;br /&gt;
I can do nothing&lt;br /&gt;
You will be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-3367081814603114279?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/07/annihilation.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-3044267203749518650</guid><pubDate>Wed, 29 Jun 2011 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-29T08:10:36.615-07:00</atom:updated><title>Let It Shine</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;When someone breaks a promise&lt;br /&gt;
That you've been relying on&lt;br /&gt;
When someone keeps you hanging&lt;br /&gt;
When you've been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
When someone just doesn't care&lt;br /&gt;
About you or anyone else&lt;br /&gt;
All the hatred lies bare&lt;br /&gt;
The situation is making you tense&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing you say will change it&lt;br /&gt;
Nothing you do will help&lt;br /&gt;
All you can do is face it&lt;br /&gt;
Or run away if you can't&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You just have to remember&lt;br /&gt;
It is just a tough time&lt;br /&gt;
It will not last forever&lt;br /&gt;
You let your smile shine&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-3044267203749518650?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/06/let-it-shine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-5265041484912789127</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Jun 2011 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-24T09:49:04.328-07:00</atom:updated><title>Sing To Me</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I never wanted a new cell phone&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;I never asked for a new car&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why bother when the love is gone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't think that you've done your part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You think expensive is good&lt;br /&gt;
Believe me you can't be more wrong&lt;br /&gt;
You have never cared enough&lt;br /&gt;
And now you wonder why the nights are long&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't need your gifts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If they don't come from within&lt;br /&gt;
Just don't treat me like this&lt;br /&gt;
I'm one of you, one of your kin&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wish only to see your face&lt;br /&gt;
If you can take out the time&lt;br /&gt;
Please don't leave in a haste&lt;br /&gt;
Let me see love in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Won't you at least hear this plea?&lt;br /&gt;
Tuck me in bed and sing to me...&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-5265041484912789127?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/06/sing-to-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-8059354206179393591</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jun 2011 11:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-06-14T04:18:57.167-07:00</atom:updated><title>Cry No More</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;The world has been going on&lt;br /&gt;
For millions of years&lt;br /&gt;
The earth has been absorbing&lt;br /&gt;
Gallons of tears&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you know my dear&lt;br /&gt;
The world will never stop&lt;br /&gt;
You fight your own fears&lt;br /&gt;
Or you give up and drop out&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
No one will pause to help you&lt;br /&gt;
You fight and then you move on&lt;br /&gt;
Breaking down would never work&lt;br /&gt;
All you need to do is stay strong&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It may seem a little hard to do&lt;br /&gt;
But there's no&amp;nbsp;reason&amp;nbsp;to be blue&lt;br /&gt;
All is going to be like it was before&lt;br /&gt;
Just wipe your tears and cry no more.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-8059354206179393591?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/06/cry-no-more.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-531807106993275108</guid><pubDate>Wed, 18 May 2011 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-18T03:01:51.444-07:00</atom:updated><title>Set Fire To The Rain</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;I had often wondered&lt;br /&gt;
What I will be, when I grow up&lt;br /&gt;
Will I ever be famous?&lt;br /&gt;
Would I need a lot of luck?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I never wanted to live like others&lt;br /&gt;
An unknown's life&lt;br /&gt;
I wanted the world to know me&lt;br /&gt;
And I was ready to handle the strife&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then one fine day I decided&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I wanted to be bigger than them all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I wanted to show 'em what I had&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Its time I stopped playing with dolls&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even if I'm not used to it,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm willing to give it my best&lt;br /&gt;
When you put your heart into it&lt;br /&gt;
You are sure to pass every&amp;nbsp;test&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even if it's been raining for days&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I would set fire to the rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;I know there are countless ways&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;To get rid of the searing pain...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-531807106993275108?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2011/05/set-fire-to-rain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-8483462457486553020</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Jul 2010 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-16T07:07:33.059-07:00</atom:updated><title>Eyes Wide Shut</title><description>You know you can always count on me&lt;br /&gt;
I will never ever let you down&lt;br /&gt;
I'll always be there to help you out&lt;br /&gt;
You will never feel the need to frown&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm mesmerized by your perfect features&lt;br /&gt;
As I cradle you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;
The faint sound of your baby heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;
I will protect you from every harm&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You're too frail to be let out of my sight&lt;br /&gt;
I'll always be wherever you are&lt;br /&gt;
but I'm a little afraid because I might&lt;br /&gt;
Hurt you if I go too far&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Someday you might not need what I give&lt;br /&gt;
Someday I'll be too old for you&lt;br /&gt;
But you must always remember&lt;br /&gt;
My heart will forever be with you&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Even if you don't care about me&lt;br /&gt;
You'll be welcome to rest in my lap&lt;br /&gt;
I'll pull you out of your troubles&lt;br /&gt;
I'll try to cover up the gap (between us)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm scared that this is just a dream&lt;br /&gt;
And that someday I'll wake up&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
Till then I'll hold on toyou&lt;br /&gt;
Watching you sleep with eyes wide shut &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-8483462457486553020?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/07/eyes-wide-shut.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-5822191819018012178</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Feb 2010 12:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-23T04:50:00.043-08:00</atom:updated><title>NOTHING IS FOREVER</title><description>Just like a flower withers and dies&lt;br /&gt;
And an old bird ceases to fly&lt;br /&gt;
The possibility of him waking up is never&lt;br /&gt;
And I've learnt that nothing is forever &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
However beautiful the thing may be&lt;br /&gt;
However dear it had been to me&lt;br /&gt;
However famous a celebrity was&lt;br /&gt;
However loud she got an applause&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe to someone it was priceless&lt;br /&gt;
With it gone, life would be a mess&lt;br /&gt;
But nature hasn't considered it ever&lt;br /&gt;
And I've learnt that nothing is forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Of course everyone puts up a good fight&lt;br /&gt;
And we help them with all our might&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
But don't you see it's all wrong&lt;br /&gt;
It'll never work coz nothing is forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn't mean we should be sad&lt;br /&gt;
Mother earth is not all that bad&lt;br /&gt;
True, happiness don't last forever&lt;br /&gt;
But then again, no pain is forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-5822191819018012178?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/02/nothing-is-forever.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-638162632653669398</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Feb 2010 17:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-14T09:47:12.875-08:00</atom:updated><title>A DAY AT SCHOOL</title><description>Open my eyes to a very shrill noise&lt;br /&gt;
With it I hear my father's loud voice&lt;br /&gt;
Barely awake, I search for my cell&lt;br /&gt;
Look at the time and- "oh hell!"&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Jump out of bed, now fully awake&lt;br /&gt;
I'm about to do the thing that I hate&lt;br /&gt;
Halfway dressed, wishing the school to be closed&lt;br /&gt;
Oops, no time to think coz I'm already late&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Run out my room and snatch up my bag&lt;br /&gt;
My untouched homework drops out of it&lt;br /&gt;
Frustrated, I then look for my shoes&lt;br /&gt;
To find them gone and have a fit&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
At last I'm dressed and hop on the bus&lt;br /&gt;
I find people my age looking equally crushed&lt;br /&gt;
I stuff myself&amp;nbsp; into the only broken seat&lt;br /&gt;
And then I bend my head and fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Wake up to a building I know so well&lt;br /&gt;
I run up the stairs in time for the bell&lt;br /&gt;
Relieved at last, I mingle with the crowd&lt;br /&gt;
I've reached in time- made my family proud&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I'm here in the class, let the first lecture begin&lt;br /&gt;
The teacher struggles to be heard over the din&lt;br /&gt;
First period has passed I'm glad to know&lt;br /&gt;
To pass the time making paper balls to throw&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
More classes, It's about time they stopped&lt;br /&gt;
It looks like the class has a magic lock&lt;br /&gt;
Finally. finally, it's time to go for lunch&lt;br /&gt;
Look for my friends- yes, there's the bunch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Some more time left and I'll be free&lt;br /&gt;
Tolerating the last lecture with glee&lt;br /&gt;
In chemistry I like fooling around&lt;br /&gt;
As long as I don't stain the lab ground&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The time has passed, now I can go home&lt;br /&gt;
No friends, now I'm traveling alone&lt;br /&gt;
I drop into the same seat, exhausted&lt;br /&gt;
Relax , the horrid day has now ended&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-638162632653669398?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/02/day-at-school.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-4498764121317272436</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Feb 2010 16:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-02-09T08:17:21.469-08:00</atom:updated><title>COLORS OF LIFE</title><description>There are some peaceful times&lt;br /&gt;
You might see them as white&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then at times you're all mellow&lt;br /&gt;
All you see around you is yellow&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
There's a time when you're in love with life&lt;br /&gt;
And then all that seems good is red&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But when you have to face dark times&lt;br /&gt;
Your mood seems to be violet&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You will see all shades of life&lt;br /&gt;
Bad times chase you like a bull&lt;br /&gt;
Good times fly qickly away&lt;br /&gt;
But this is what makes life beautiful...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-4498764121317272436?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/02/coloors-of-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-8984058616626178774</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 15:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-01-08T09:10:43.015-08:00</atom:updated><title>MOON LIGHT</title><description>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The night was dead as I stepped into it&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe everyone had gone to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
I looked around to take the scene in&lt;br /&gt;
Remains of a castle stood in a heap&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The beach looked unnaturally quiet&lt;br /&gt;
Except for the soft sand under my feet&lt;br /&gt;
I wondered what might have caused this&lt;br /&gt;
Coz I saw no bird, not one beast&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then I turned and saw the moon&lt;br /&gt;
Following me like a spotlight&lt;br /&gt;
It seemed beautiful; at peace&lt;br /&gt;
And I started to feel at ease&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was drenched in the light&lt;br /&gt;
That the moon cast upon me&lt;br /&gt;
I shimmered from head to toe&lt;br /&gt;
As if the moon was caressing me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It was just the two of us&lt;br /&gt;
We seemed to play hide and seek&lt;br /&gt;
I ran away from the light&lt;br /&gt;
And it chased, shining down at me&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now I sensed the beach wasn't quiet&lt;br /&gt;
The sand and sea were applauding me&lt;br /&gt;
I played with them all and the moon&lt;br /&gt;
Feeling nature's blessings upon me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-8984058616626178774?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/01/moon-light.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-5912357215816583380</guid><pubDate>Sat, 02 Jan 2010 15:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-05-18T03:02:44.736-07:00</atom:updated><title>LOST MEMORIES</title><description>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;It was time for the dreaded moment&lt;br /&gt;
My mom told me to clean up my room&lt;br /&gt;
I whined and cried to no avail&lt;br /&gt;
God had sent upon me this doom&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Brokenhearted, I began to do the job&lt;br /&gt;
Working to the rythms of my sobs&lt;br /&gt;
I never knew what I would find&lt;br /&gt;
I guess it was skillfully destined&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But as I opened my overflowing wardrobe&lt;br /&gt;
A small packet fell out at my feet&lt;br /&gt;
I picked it up to examine it&lt;br /&gt;
And then I began to feel its heat&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It opened to reveal a long lost treasure&lt;br /&gt;
A piece of gratitude from a loved one&lt;br /&gt;
It still gave me the same pleasure&lt;br /&gt;
For I had told about it to none&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I held in hand a piece of my friend&lt;br /&gt;
She had left her soul in it for me&lt;br /&gt;
Right before our big stupid fight&lt;br /&gt;
She had given me this with glee&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cried a lot over the loss of her&lt;br /&gt;
And how we couldn't live without the other&lt;br /&gt;
But no use doing that now&lt;br /&gt;
I had lost her forever&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'twas nice to go into the past for awhile&lt;br /&gt;
Felt a loved one in my heart&lt;br /&gt;
I know I said it more than once&lt;br /&gt;
But cleaing my room was not so hard&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You never know what you could find&lt;br /&gt;
Waiting restlessly to go bare&lt;br /&gt;
You may recall a good story&lt;br /&gt;
And once again re-unite lost memories...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-5912357215816583380?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2010/01/lost-memories.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-4610829915802062713</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Dec 2009 15:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-21T07:56:18.354-08:00</atom:updated><title>LET ME LOSE THIS TIME</title><description>I still remember it like yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And I still savor it everyday&lt;br /&gt;The naive child jumping about&lt;br /&gt;Happy about the triumph she got&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never have told the difference&lt;br /&gt;Genuine victory from the fake one&lt;br /&gt;The little girl could never play cards&lt;br /&gt;But you lost the everytime for my fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will I face any problems?&lt;br /&gt;If you solve them all for me?&lt;br /&gt;How will I ever lean to play cards?&lt;br /&gt;If you continue losing for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm grateful to you for all you gave&lt;br /&gt;The fake winnings were also fine&lt;br /&gt;But the little girl has now grown up&lt;br /&gt;So, please, let ME lose this time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-4610829915802062713?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-me-lose-this-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-585930454967522084.post-6028321783526798465</guid><pubDate>Sat, 19 Dec 2009 16:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-12-19T08:40:31.707-08:00</atom:updated><title>MIRROR, MIRROR</title><description>That mirror was  now so familiar&lt;br /&gt;I looked at it everyday&lt;br /&gt;I recognized every inch of it&lt;br /&gt;I knew it in every way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The daily reasearch of my face&lt;br /&gt;As if it would give me grace&lt;br /&gt;Mourning over every imperfection&lt;br /&gt;It was never upto my satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someday the mirror could speak&lt;br /&gt;I think it would surely freak&lt;br /&gt;It wouls tell me to get lost&lt;br /&gt;Of all the world it would hate me the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't help looking at it&lt;br /&gt;And every time I would have a fit&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I cared so much&lt;br /&gt;But it was all that matteres that much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm going to study it again&lt;br /&gt;I know it could be all in vain&lt;br /&gt;But what couid I lose to try it out&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow I'll lose my pout&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/585930454967522084-6028321783526798465?l=prekgreatest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://prekgreatest.blogspot.com/2009/12/mirror-mirror.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Ms. Khanna)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>