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(xzone)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Xzone" /><feedburner:info uri="xzone" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><feedburner:emailServiceId>Xzone</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-7172037610771840964</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 09:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T01:38:54.590-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>A Love I Never Knew</title><description>Trying to write this poem&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to start&lt;br /&gt;It's all too good to be true&lt;br /&gt;But you have stolen my heart&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I saw you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt something new&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to meet&lt;br /&gt;To see if you felt it too&lt;br /&gt;Then we were introduced&lt;br /&gt;by one of your friends&lt;br /&gt;And at that moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't want the night to end&lt;br /&gt;Then you asked me to dance&lt;br /&gt;and took me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I felt I was safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From all of life's harms.&lt;br /&gt;You looked in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;and I couldn't resist&lt;br /&gt;To reach up and feel&lt;br /&gt;the sweetness of your kiss&lt;br /&gt;You held me so close&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As all the people passed by&lt;br /&gt;But at that moment&lt;br /&gt;The only ones that existed...&lt;br /&gt;Was just you and I.&lt;br /&gt;It is a night to remember&lt;br /&gt;A night never to forget&lt;br /&gt;As I tell all my friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of this wonderful man I met.&lt;br /&gt;He has given me hope&lt;br /&gt;And has given me smiles&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're apart&lt;br /&gt;And across the miles.&lt;br /&gt;I love to hear his voice&lt;br /&gt;when i'm here all alone&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the ring...&lt;br /&gt;It's him on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though we're apart&lt;br /&gt;I miss his embrace,&lt;br /&gt;and the kiss of his lips,&lt;br /&gt;and the touch of his face.&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back in his arms&lt;br /&gt;and he'll be in mine too&lt;br /&gt;For this is the love&lt;br /&gt;That I never knew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you  for showing me that love and happiness do exist....I miss you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-7172037610771840964?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/Kt8wSP1MefM/love-i-never-knew.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-i-never-knew.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-2973904030660097132</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 09:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T01:37:55.742-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>Broken promise</title><description>You told me you loved me&lt;br /&gt;I told you I loved you too&lt;br /&gt;You said together we'd always be&lt;br /&gt;I said I would be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised you would hold me&lt;br /&gt;You promised you'd be there&lt;br /&gt;I promised I'd cross the stormy sea&lt;br /&gt;To give you my loving care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you never kept your promise&lt;br /&gt;You aren't the way you used to be&lt;br /&gt;You just gave up on us&lt;br /&gt;And you just gave up on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said let's take a break&lt;br /&gt;You said let's just be friends&lt;br /&gt;But please for my sake&lt;br /&gt;Just say the truth, cause it's the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised every day&lt;br /&gt;That you would be there&lt;br /&gt;You molded my heart like clay&lt;br /&gt;Into the shape of a broken chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promised to me&lt;br /&gt;That we'd always have our love&lt;br /&gt;You said to me&lt;br /&gt;I was all you could think of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, now, your walking away&lt;br /&gt;Saying "let's just be friends"&lt;br /&gt;Now, you made my heart break&lt;br /&gt;That's your way of saying it's the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you make a promise you couldn't keep&lt;br /&gt;Why did you make a promise you wouldn't live up to&lt;br /&gt;Why did you make a promise that was so cheap&lt;br /&gt;why did you make a promise to this broken hearted fool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did you promise we'd be together&lt;br /&gt;Why did you say you dreamed of me in your sleep&lt;br /&gt;why did you promise to love me forever&lt;br /&gt;Why did you make a promise you could not keep?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-2973904030660097132?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/wvy7wa2tRCw/broken-promise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/12/broken-promise.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-2118900607393823842</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 09:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T01:37:11.954-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>Love hurts</title><description>love is like a knife&lt;br /&gt;it hurts when it cuts you&lt;br /&gt;love is this pain in my body&lt;br /&gt;it never goes away&lt;br /&gt;it stays for days and days&lt;br /&gt;love hurts&lt;br /&gt;love is like a broken leg&lt;br /&gt;it feels like it will never heal&lt;br /&gt;love is like a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;it surprizes you&lt;br /&gt;love hurts&lt;br /&gt;be ready when you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;you will be hurt&lt;br /&gt;because&lt;br /&gt;love hurts&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-2118900607393823842?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/ZL-0zbKXhlA/love-hurts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/12/love-hurts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-2132500423308480648</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 09:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T01:36:39.760-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>I Will be There</title><description>If one day you feel like crying...&lt;br /&gt;Call me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't promise that I will make you laugh,&lt;br /&gt;But I can cry with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day you want to run away--&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to call me.&lt;br /&gt;I don't promise to ask you to stop...&lt;br /&gt;But I can run with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If one day you don't want to listen&lt;br /&gt;to anyone...&lt;br /&gt;Call me.&lt;br /&gt;I promise to be there for you.&lt;br /&gt;And I promise to be very quiet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if one day you call...&lt;br /&gt;And there is no answer...&lt;br /&gt;Come fast to see me.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I need you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-2132500423308480648?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/_zKF2JUX-aw/i-will-be-there.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-be-there.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-7736007489341528979</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 09:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T01:32:56.163-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>Youth and beauty</title><description>A mist creeps in&lt;br /&gt;Through a crack in the door&lt;br /&gt;Father and kids sleep soundly&lt;br /&gt;Mothers feet touch the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling a presence&lt;br /&gt;In the room below&lt;br /&gt;She walks to the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And looks at the warm fire's glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting off the wall&lt;br /&gt;Made of mortar and stone&lt;br /&gt;She creeps down slowly &lt;br /&gt;To see who was in her home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A handsome man&lt;br /&gt;Of gyspsy descent&lt;br /&gt;Sits quietly in a chair&lt;br /&gt;She already knows his intent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has been here&lt;br /&gt;Many times before&lt;br /&gt;He arches his eyebrow&lt;br /&gt;She falls to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her body shivers&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the kiss&lt;br /&gt;That will bring her to&lt;br /&gt;An orgasmic bliss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plays with her body&lt;br /&gt;Like a well tuned guitar&lt;br /&gt;This night is different though&lt;br /&gt;Tonight he will take her far&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the next life&lt;br /&gt;And even beyond&lt;br /&gt;This morning's sunrise&lt;br /&gt;Was her very last dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plunged his teeth&lt;br /&gt;In the soft skin of her neck&lt;br /&gt;He dranks all of her blood&lt;br /&gt;On her cheek, he placed a peck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He fed her his blood&lt;br /&gt;In droplets falling on her tongue&lt;br /&gt;From this point on&lt;br /&gt;She would always be young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vibrant and beautiful&lt;br /&gt;She awoke with a smile&lt;br /&gt;The left the small house&lt;br /&gt;And walked many a mile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving her old life&lt;br /&gt;And starting again&lt;br /&gt;Her life with this vampire&lt;br /&gt;Her lover and friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-7736007489341528979?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/6Rinr09aAHw/youth-and-beauty.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/12/youth-and-beauty.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-8897281216261790859</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 09:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T01:32:08.155-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>Why laugh????????????</title><description>Last night i had a dream.&lt;br /&gt;The dream was set on a stage&lt;br /&gt;And the stage was set in a theatre.&lt;br /&gt;The theatre was grand and proper&lt;br /&gt;Lush tapesteries hung on the wall&lt;br /&gt;The seats were all of a plush red&lt;br /&gt;Silk cords tethered the waiting crowd&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to see the play&lt;br /&gt;The play of a thousand souls&lt;br /&gt;The play of ten thousand smiles&lt;br /&gt;The play of a millon frowns&lt;br /&gt;The crowds was ushered in&lt;br /&gt;They took their seats&lt;br /&gt;The lights dimmed&lt;br /&gt;The curtain was drawn&lt;br /&gt;The stage lights rose&lt;br /&gt;And there I was&lt;br /&gt;Bound and naked&lt;br /&gt;Broken and disheveled&lt;br /&gt;Eyes swollen shut&lt;br /&gt;From fists of rage&lt;br /&gt;Blood free flowing from my nose&lt;br /&gt;From the broken cartelage.&lt;br /&gt;Scratches and deep cuts&lt;br /&gt;From nails and knifes alike.&lt;br /&gt;The crowd gasped&lt;br /&gt;Then one broke into laughter&lt;br /&gt;Which spread to another&lt;br /&gt;And another in succession&lt;br /&gt;Quickly like wildfire&lt;br /&gt;Until everyone was in a roar.&lt;br /&gt;THen I fell over&lt;br /&gt;And the laughing subsided&lt;br /&gt;Until one person shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;And that tear hit another&lt;br /&gt;Causing her to cry.&lt;br /&gt;The entire theatre wept&lt;br /&gt;The floor became very damp&lt;br /&gt;Cleaners came in with mops and buckets&lt;br /&gt;But they too cried when they saw me.&lt;br /&gt;The curtain then fell.&lt;br /&gt;The crowd stopped&lt;br /&gt;The crowd then left.&lt;br /&gt;And I remained, waiting for the next show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only one thousand minus one left to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-8897281216261790859?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/FrgcD45TUwA/why-laugh.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-laugh.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-7696311601161332243</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 09:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T01:30:34.186-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>EARTH TURNS/NEGATIVE SPIN</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When I was no more                 than a lad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Good was good and                 bad was bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Definition was                 what we had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When I was a lad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But things move on                 it’s assumed they must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Though shouldn’t                 advancement be discussed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;There’s no                 brain used just pelvic thrust&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Disgusting but a                 must.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Bone idleness is                 now the lore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;With the World                 Wide Web inside each door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The library? Hell                 that’s a chore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Bone idleness is                 now folk’s lore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;For queen and                 country people ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;An honour just to                 represent your clan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now the race is                 run from a banking plan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Long forgotten why                 people ran.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;We had the power                 for heat and light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;To use all day and                 all the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But somehow it                 does not seem right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;That we’ll                 soon be back to candle light.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In those days when                 you didn’t need a seat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And the ball never                 left the best one’s feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now it’s                 stepovers ‘cos they can’t compete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And you’re                 not allowed to leave your seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Oh yes, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Do you have                 metatarsals? I never did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;They weren’t                 invented when I was a kid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Safely in and out                 of tackles I always slid &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As every kid I                 know did.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I was scared to                 death by The Exorcist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Which today is on                 a toddler’s list&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And of tomorrow?                 “Live beheadings – Do not miss!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And laugh at The                 Exorcist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;If you got                 involved in fisticuffs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And got knocked                 down that was enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now they want to                 kick you till you’re snuffed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;It’s now                 rough stuff fisticuffs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Not long ago when                 you had a blocked drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;You used drain                 cleaner in the main&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Now scumbags use                 it to blow up planes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The world’s                 gone down the drain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Oh give me back                 those days of yore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;When your fingers                 didn’t walk and your feet got sore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;And if you saw a                 bit of cleavage you shouted “Core!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;In those innocent                 days of yore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-7696311601161332243?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/8F1FteYaZyg/earth-turnsnegative-spin.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/12/earth-turnsnegative-spin.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-5501483592296414387</guid><pubDate>Sat, 06 Dec 2008 09:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-06T01:29:34.705-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>RAPSCALIAN RAP</title><description>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? I got my crew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I got my blow, I                 got my brew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? I got the street,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;The place where I                 have found my feet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? I got a role,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I got respect, I                 got my dole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? The latest threads&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I nicked myself,                 the height of cred.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? I got the lot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I got a clue, I                 found the plot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? I got no school,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;No assembly line,                 no authority tools.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? I got liberty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I got my space, I                 got my key.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? I got it made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I’m proud                 that I have made the grade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? I got my say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I got no flack, I                 got my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? An aggressive walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;That clears the                 pavement where I stalk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? I got my leer,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I got my glare so                 I got your fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? It all looks good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As I peep out from                 beneath my hood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? The latest ASBO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;Worn like a medal                 as my stature grows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? I got your attention,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;As I feed and grow                 with every mention.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;What’ve I                 got? I got the choice&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;I got the ears to                 hear the voice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;But will I listen?                 Will I fuck!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                 &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;span lang="EN-US"&gt;‘Cos I’m                 happy in this life I’m stuck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-5501483592296414387?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/W-hY0ADPjos/rapscalian-rap.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/12/rapscalian-rap.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-3334035163791809454</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-18T05:46:23.294-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>WOUNDS OF BETRAYAL</title><description>No one sees the wounds of betrayal,&lt;br /&gt;Its the only one who feels it deeply!!&lt;br /&gt;Love was the gift bestowed by god,&lt;br /&gt;But who cares for this solitude now....&lt;br /&gt;In the emptiness of mind,your heartbeat was the only sound........&lt;br /&gt;You had the keys for the doors that were closed.........&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't afraid of death ,but was afraid of losing u!!&lt;br /&gt;I havebeen into dungeons of depression, but its enough of all this ...&lt;br /&gt;I searched for u everywhere,but&lt;br /&gt;it was impossible to find u with wet eyes..&lt;br /&gt;The world dratted me for loving u,&lt;br /&gt;But YES they were true.&lt;br /&gt;I believed u were my life,&lt;br /&gt;I was a dolt to think so...&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I was in love, a love which i never got for aeons on end...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         ...... with a new beginning.... prads...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-3334035163791809454?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/CWQDAfMswwk/wounds-of-betrayal.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/11/wounds-of-betrayal.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-692766821470697028</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 15:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-13T07:31:51.272-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>A SUNSET DREAM</title><description>&lt;div&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;           &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;A evening in the twilight,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;sitting by the shore , I dream of her.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She is the destiny of time,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She is an angel i speak with,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She is an autumn leaf with more memories than dreams,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She is the princess of my kingdom, so called heart..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She is the one with whom my day starts and&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ends in ecstasy.................&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She has the warmth that prods me forth,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Her touch kindles bonfire in my heart....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Her talks reminds me of the sensual times!!&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;She is the one who makes me laugh,cry, sad,crazy and go mad..&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;And she is none other than "YOU" my honey.....&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Make my dreams come alive...............&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                              &lt;wbr&gt;                    prads.....&lt;wbr&gt;..............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-692766821470697028?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/a4EdFYi3rkI/sunset-dream.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/11/sunset-dream.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-1999936819387203655</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 13:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-06T05:57:21.719-08:00</atom:updated><title>END oF WhAt</title><description>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span id="ctl00_MainContentPlaceholder_ctl01_ctl00_lblEntry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;The evensong of birds,&lt;br /&gt;Ushers in the night.&lt;br /&gt;The end of the fretful, wakeful day&lt;br /&gt;With mournful words. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The same day,&lt;br /&gt;Which with morn did so bravely bloom&lt;br /&gt;Is now ending with doleful gloom. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gone is the glare and blare-&lt;br /&gt;In their place, a sable silence&lt;br /&gt;In which thoughts can be heard. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the flight&lt;br /&gt;Of lifegiving light,&lt;br /&gt;Life itself has become light,&lt;br /&gt;Shorn of the burden of strife. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yet, the birth of the night&lt;br /&gt;Is anything but delight.&lt;br /&gt;Is it because the end of light&lt;br /&gt;Hints the end of life itself ? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-1999936819387203655?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/_TNFv3fN3ko/end-of-what.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/11/end-of-what.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-4431078859178021553</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Nov 2008 13:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-06T05:43:27.797-08:00</atom:updated><title>preserved thoughts</title><description>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When this book is mould,&lt;br /&gt;     And a book of many&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be sold&lt;br /&gt;     For a casual penny,&lt;br /&gt;In a little open case,&lt;br /&gt;In a street unclean and cluttered,&lt;br /&gt;Where a heavy mud is spattered&lt;br /&gt;From the passing drays,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger, pause and look;&lt;br /&gt;From the dust of ages&lt;br /&gt;Lift this little book,&lt;br /&gt;Turn the tattered pages,&lt;br /&gt;Read me, do not let me die!&lt;br /&gt;Search the fading letters, finding&lt;br /&gt;   Steadfast in the broken binding&lt;br /&gt;All that once was I!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;   From "The Poet and His Book"&lt;br /&gt;Edna St. Vincent Millay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-4431078859178021553?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/zSiQo-HAW4w/preserved-thoughts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/11/preserved-thoughts.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-5905460047964354463</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 12:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-10T02:52:15.680-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>IN THOUGHT OF YOU</title><description>I heard every one say "You have a silver lining"&lt;br /&gt;But i din't believe them....&lt;br /&gt;And now i feel what it is....&lt;br /&gt;U were a stranger when i met,&lt;br /&gt;Now, when i know u "U are my life".&lt;br /&gt;Every wish of mine is u,&lt;br /&gt;Every thought of mine is u,&lt;br /&gt;Every second with u was ecstatic.&lt;br /&gt;Everyday with u was a chance to know myself.&lt;br /&gt;You are my aspiration ........&lt;br /&gt;You are my inspiration.............&lt;br /&gt;But i din't know what all these feelings meant,&lt;br /&gt;Yet people say its love....&lt;br /&gt;If it is so, then i Truly,Madly,Deeply love u...&lt;br /&gt;I can't resist falling in love with u,&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait saying "I LOVE U"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of u,&lt;br /&gt;prads....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-5905460047964354463?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/KpHWqo8i4OY/in-thought-of-you.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-thought-of-you.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-3378042130069254252</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Sep 2008 09:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T02:58:33.402-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>WAITING FOR U</title><description>There are times when u made me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;There are times when u made me sad,&lt;br /&gt;There are times when u made me go mad,&lt;br /&gt;But there's all one thing u ought to know and i need to say i.e. I LOVE U.&lt;br /&gt;Nights have become longer without u baby,&lt;br /&gt;And u know i cant live without u.....&lt;br /&gt;I see u in every work i do,everywhere i go.&lt;br /&gt;I feel u in every step i put ahead....&lt;br /&gt;Do u even feel the pain as i do,&lt;br /&gt;If so i am ready to leave the world to just hear&lt;br /&gt;u say..........&lt;br /&gt;"You are more than a friend and I love u"&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i felt i missed a million chances to&lt;br /&gt;express what i felt....&lt;br /&gt;But how could i say, when words don't come easy my way......&lt;br /&gt;At last all i can say is ,&lt;br /&gt;My arms are always open for u ,and&lt;br /&gt;My eyes dying to have a glance of u......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        waiting for u..prads.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-3378042130069254252?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/NISAY8EsTDs/waiting-for-u.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/09/waiting-for-u.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-7477428252607764590</guid><pubDate>Sun, 14 Sep 2008 05:51:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-19T02:54:18.612-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>Sound Of Silence</title><description>After long years i breathe,&lt;br /&gt;Remembering u everyday in solitude,&lt;br /&gt;Down the corner of the street,leaning&lt;br /&gt;on the lamp-post ....&lt;br /&gt;I waited for u to walk by the lane,&lt;br /&gt;I waited as the dying grass awaits the rain,&lt;br /&gt;as the shore for the tide and the earth for the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Days passed and nights cleared in search of a voice......&lt;br /&gt;That spoke of love in the honey'd middle of night.&lt;br /&gt;She is the bereaved cloud but yet she is my raving beauty......&lt;br /&gt;Honey,a lightening cant be forever,&lt;br /&gt;Let us wait for the wounds to heal...&lt;br /&gt;But at last when i met her....she said,&lt;br /&gt;"Fear not,resist not,true love knows no distractions....&lt;br /&gt;She loved me in that utter simplicity and innocence.....may be that is the way GOD loves............."&lt;br /&gt;Prads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;request: please dont copy the work.it has taken me 3 months to write this poem.please the original work and support me by giving your feedbacks and comments thank you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-7477428252607764590?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/0kPiY5kP5OM/sound-of-silence.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/09/sound-of-silence.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1709932335469068048.post-4223697058627376605</guid><pubDate>Sun, 03 Aug 2008 14:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-03T07:49:12.188-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">prads zone</category><title>FRIEND-A TREASURE</title><description>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;     Being your friend i have enjoyed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;      our endless talks,yet experienced the, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;      togetherness in pain.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;      With you i have celebrated the joys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;      of my life and yet understood the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;       depth of silence.......................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                               Friend I Treasure You............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;                                                                                 prads..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1709932335469068048-4223697058627376605?l=indiaxzone.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Xzone/~3/cXxZ9TeCzhU/friend-treasure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (xzone)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://indiaxzone.blogspot.com/2008/08/friend-treasure.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>

