tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-368325652024-03-07T16:19:13.077-08:00DREAMLANDI have always believed in letting people have an access to ones writing..however small however insignificant one thinks it is...for who knows that the one sentence/poem/thought you take away with u, may just have been the answer to someone struggling to understand the world you've left...Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.comBlogger89125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-53878987876507015872023-02-02T23:54:00.000-08:002023-02-02T23:54:34.612-08:00SOUR GRAPES<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Oh look at them<br>
Those girls with curls<br>
The sunlight enchantingly trapped<br>
In each lock, in each twirl.<br>
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Their graceful glide<br>
Their tinkling laughter<br>
The entrancing beauties<br>
That spelt disaster<br>
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And then I saw her<br>
Trapped under her spell<br>
Her glorious hair<br>
Such beauty none could tell<br>
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And the wind blowing<br>
Fondling with her hair<br>
Each curl gave a kiss<br>
On her skin so fair<br>
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Ooh! Was I jealous<br>
Of the locks on her nape<br>
Of the feel they got<br>
With every drape<br>
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Was she a goddess?<br>
Someone divine?<br>
Nah! She was more than that<br>
She was mine<br>
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And with that confidence<br>
And with that pride<br>
My smile grew bigger<br>
In every stride.<br>
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Oh yes once I did falter<br>
And once I did freeze<br>
For my goddess then<br>
Disarmed a smile at me<br>
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A shiver went thru<br>
As she came closer<br>
And I threw open my arms<br>
To caress and hold her<br>
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Her smile widened<br>
Her looks could kill<br>
I skipped a heartbeat<br>
It gave me a thrill<br>
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And then it happened<br>
And then it came<br>
The inevitable factor<br>
Of blush, of shame<br>
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Oh what are you thinking?<br>
Oh where wanders your mind?<br>
Bring it back this instant<br>
For your thoughts are kind<br>
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For what happened<br>
In my love story<br>
It held no greatness<br>
It held no glory<br>
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Now, let us go back<br>
To the time she was close<br>
A beautiful disaster<br>
Yes I was told.<br>
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She looked straight at me<br>
With her teasing eyes<br>
And a twist of her lips<br>
A smirk, not a smile.<br>
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How I wish I could predict the future<br>
How I wish I was a seer<br>
For then I would’ve known<br>
She’d call me her “brother dear”<br>
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At that moment I realized how ugly they were<br>
Those disgustingly dirty twirls<br>
Damn who cares about them?<br>
Them, those girls with curls.</div><div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-43880949156297305282015-07-28T21:51:00.001-07:002015-07-28T21:51:26.892-07:00Mind a wanderin.....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.0980392); color: rgba(0, 0, 0, 0.701961); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 23px; text-decoration: -webkit-letterpress;">I sit among colours, dreams and visions. Awake each day amidst beautiful words. Each day I stare at them, those words. Each day I see numbers, yes those I know. Then there are times when I hear snippets, boys and girls whispering with excitement. They forget me but I listen. It makes me smile. For each day I hope to learn something, to finally know what is inside that I hold so tight, what I keep so close to me each night. I know I'm old, but someday I'll learn and sleep with a paper holding words I've drawn. </span></div>
Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-34761972216896774692015-01-07T06:51:00.000-08:002015-01-07T06:51:34.860-08:00Power...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Each day I get just a little more lonely,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Each day I decide this is it, I am ending the cycle,</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Each day I make a call...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">No, many...</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Most get missed, some graced</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">But the moment we string our words</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">I forget, I forget all that loneliness</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">All the envy, all the anger</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And then we start again</span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;">And the cycle begins....</span></div>
Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-64533203039132054122014-11-11T23:06:00.003-08:002015-01-07T07:13:46.188-08:00The Average Human<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I am the average human </span><br />
The one who watches<span style="font-family: inherit;"><br />The one who secretly cheers<br />The one who is grateful<br />To those who condemn my fears<br />The one who shames easily<br />The one who sits quiet</span></div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">The one who stays nameless<br />For reasons of a staple 'moral' diet<br />I am the average human<br />I put my family first<br />No, I put it's societal position first<br />I am the one who thanks each day<br />The shouts and slogans<br />I am the one who embraces the change I want but never fought for<br />I am the woman who keeps quiet till she is married because once that aim is achieved she can speak up or get drunk<br />I am the man who watches atrocities but smiles through it because I can't fight back physically or financially<br />I am she who watches and prays for change<br />I am he who watches and prays for change<br />I am the quiet support who can be nulled<br />I am the average human</span></div>
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Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-91601034408655608462014-07-06T10:45:00.002-07:002015-01-07T07:17:22.615-08:00a thing of beauty...<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="background-color: #990000; font-family: inherit;"><span style="color: white;">H</span><span style="color: white;">ow magnificent this is,</span></span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">shimmering beautiful</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">twinkling in the sunlight</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">bathing under the moonbeams</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">owners pride</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">sellers joy</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">a thing of beauty</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">what began as an ugly clay</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">a big lump of ugly clay </span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">so dull with no finish</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">laundering about merry as can be</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">ugly looking, too real with no finesse</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">no none at all</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">no finesse this does possess</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">but now...</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">the glamour the glitter</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">the delicate tinkle like laughter coming from within</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">just like beautiful music</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: #990000; color: white; font-family: inherit;">deep within such a magnificent empty little tiny vase.....</span></div>
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Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-66134488357642779722012-10-06T08:56:00.001-07:002012-10-06T08:56:13.140-07:00Of Distant Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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for everyone is doing well old friend..<br />
and look at you...<br />
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you have no story to tell..<br />
no songs to be written...no pages to be filled<br />
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all around you...people are moving...you see them dreaming and then living them through...<br />
you were a dreamer too...you had a thought...a goal...<br />
so as the years passed by...the dreams grew dim...and others shone...<br />
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so bright so sharp...that those dreams grew dim<br />
and the candle that you held...danced one last time<br />
you never moved...you never made a sound..<br />
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and so...quietly into the night...a shadow was formed...<br />
and it's growing...ever growing...<br />
for the light has moved...further...<br />
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you still have a chance...rush into the light<br />
or soon...the shadows too will leave you alone...<br />
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Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-55657128273759885492012-04-18T02:50:00.000-07:002012-04-18T02:50:40.178-07:00A special request....<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Hello everyone...I hope I can ask ya'll for a favour. Recently a friend of mine and I were discussing our poems and the topic of our best works sorta came up. Well one thing led to another and we thought why not get a general idea of the best poems we have written. I thought the best way to do that is ask my friends and fellow bloggers here to help me with that. I know some of you havent seen or read all my poems but I hope you enjoyed a few of them. So please take out some time and tell me about your favourites. You could give them to me in the order you liked them or even if u think a poem has the potential to be better if I work on it...any and every thought on any poem or my blog or my style or anything really is welcome. I would love to hear from you...<br />
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A thank you in advance...I know this would also help me learn and make me wanna write better..<br />
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:) Cheers!!<br />
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Yours as always...<br />
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Aashi</div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-67153846227782213872012-04-08T04:48:00.000-07:002012-04-08T04:48:11.783-07:00Scribbled some thoughts.....have you?<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Have you ever teared
up on a song that should’ve made you dance?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Have you ever closed
your eyes to really shut your thoughts and not to sway your hips?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Have you ever wanted
to smile and cry under a shower that made you hum a tune you thought you had
forgotten?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Have you ever hugged
yourself so tight and parted your lips in hope that an arm would slither behind
you?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Have you made a face
at romcoms and yet sneaked through them knowing exactly how the actors felt?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Have you kept the
hope to love again…or have you lost all hope to try once more?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Have you still any
hope that someone out there would make you feel you belonged again?<o:p></o:p></div>
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Have you decided to
let things go, or hold on to them so tight you forget to breathe?<o:p></o:p></div>
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For life just sinks,
ever so slowly, pulling you down…down…<o:p></o:p></div>
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The question is…can
you save yourself?<o:p></o:p></div>
</div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-56985831296332702592012-03-14T05:43:00.018-07:002012-03-14T11:03:11.273-07:00When we grow up...<div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And so we'd jumped and so we'd laughed </div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">For summer had come</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">That summer so harsh</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">No school, no teachers</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">O joy, O joy</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">We'd jumped and jumped and jumped</span><br /><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And so we'd played for days and days</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And then we'd danced some too</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And kids were we and friends were we</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Was that class one or two?</div><br /><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Our eyes and hearts were filled with joy</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">And we loved the flowers</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">And we loved the toys</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">And jumping jacks and crazy dolls</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">We sang and danced both girls and boys</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">But soon, so soon, O how soon it was</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">That mother began to call</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Each time I left my house she cried</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">I want you back soon, you can't be late</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">I want you back much before nightfall</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">But I'd be with my friend at home</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">So why was she so sour</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Afterall we'd always jumped and laughed and rolled about</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">At his place past our wee hour</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">But mother looked oh so stern,</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Her eyes were forbidding</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">So stern she looked, so thus I kept shut</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">But yet I thought it was wrong of her</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">And decided to give her a slip, a cut</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">So both of us, my friend and I</span><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: 100%; ">Ran across through town</span><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Ran off towards the zoo</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">We laughed and jumped, and jumped and laughed</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">And like the chimp, we mimicked too</span><br /><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Oh fun what fun, and oh what cheer</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">We giggled and giggled and giggled some more</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Took a journey back all the way through</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">I ignored my thoughts, ignored her words</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">And went back to my old boy blue</span><br /><br /><div></div><div>And soon we thought we need to rest</div><div>For jump we did all day</div><div>A yawn escaped our lips, a sigh</div><div>Our lids began to sway</div><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">And so we lay, so tired but happy</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Just as those cherubic angels as were we</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">We smiled our special smile together</span><br /><span style="font-size: 100%; ">Like we did since we were three</span><br /><br /><div>And so we slept, and slept some more</div><div>Smiling through the sound</div><div>Of a slight snore my little friend bore</div><div>And an arm to arm around<br /><br /></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And soon it was morning and I awoke</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">A smile, with a feeling bright</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">For my friend was still snoring and snoring away</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">So thus I tread, with a hope </div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And still a smile so slight.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And skipping and hopping I smiled, I smirked</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">A tub of water that's all I needed</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">Snore! Snore! Snore!</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">With shaking shoulders I muffled a laugh</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">And WHOOSH! Water galore.</div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; "><br /></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 100%; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: normal; ">How he squealed, and how I squeaked </div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">A peal of laughter, a </span>guffaw<span style="font-size: 100%;"> so loud</span></span></div><div><span ><span style="font-size: 100%;">And so was to begin a long long summer</span></span></div><div><span >With friends and games and laughter</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >But then a look ever so slight</span></div><div><span >A slip, a frown and a hurried smile</span></div><div><span >For we were quick to smirk it out</span></div><div><span >To laugh and forget and laugh some more</span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div><div><span >And soon I left, for house to home</span></div><div><span >For after those moments few</span></div><div><span >We still laugh and still shout and still giggle </span></div><div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; ">But I haven't gone back, </span></div><div><span >And I've haven't jumped too </span></div><div><span ><br /></span></div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-59812794689741462532012-02-21T20:53:00.000-08:002012-02-21T20:54:10.205-08:00Little teapot<meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"><link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5Cujoshaa%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><style> <!-- /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; 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WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724913251961259650" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiS40wbfRJc6EchyphenhyphenvlUMtLvcnIuDMYa2D6o9Qu2Q_DYqS88rEydgWk7Z4DfKih9roVHT6Z_i9egao2sXF-rYDxInY-VntBNd2kkpFi8mYhlVWm9X2d4SfumxnjNh63cPTP5FUqv/s320/solitary-tear.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><p class="MsoNormal"><span >I’ve looked and looked and looked some more<br />But everywhere I turn<br />You just aren’t there<br />I am alone right now<br />I need you to hear me out<br />I need you to hear me<br />Listen, just listen<br />But I’ve looked around and your just not there<br />I’ve looked for you through my friends<br />I thought you were there<br />And then I looked at him searching for you<br />But I faced despair<br />Never found you<br />No<br />Where are you, who are you<br />Why can’t you be around when I think I have nowhere to turn to<br />Like magic just be there, no words no meanings no reasons<br />Just to be there to hold me and say<br />"It’s ok<br />It’s fine,<br />Those people are jerks<br />They don’t know you like I do<br />They don’t ever treasure that”<br />And each time I turn to you<br />You’d be there<br />Arms open or even across the phone<br />To listen, just listen, no more<br />Where are you, who are you<br />I need you so bad,<br />What’s your name,<br />What’s your number<br />How do I know you exist<br />How do I know that<br />That you’re really there…somewhere</span></p>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-5066816714301322832011-10-28T08:28:00.000-07:002011-10-28T09:08:03.281-07:00LonelyBright lights, were to be outside,<div>Smiles, laughter</div><div>BAM! a moment's silence,</div><div>Soon laughter was to be echoed even more.</div><div><br /></div><div>Moments to celebrate,</div><div>wishes, magic</div><div>And here I lie in the dark</div><div>For those to wish seem so far</div><div>For those lights too distant</div><div>And so I keep lying,</div><div>Quiet, not a sound</div><div>And in that moment I feel so alone</div><div><br /></div><div>It shouldn't have been like this, </div><div>Not anymore</div><div>I've been far away, far too long</div><div>I should be with those closest to me</div><div>For soon, new ones would come along</div><div>And then it would be so very different, new</div><div>Nothing the same, no face I'd know</div><div>Just like today, I'd be alone once more</div><div><br /></div><div>And yet somehow, I've survived this day</div><div>A haunted whisper of tomorrow</div><div>But then I'd have no choice</div><div>I had one now.</div><div><br /></div><div>So why those sounds seem so far away</div><div>So far, so still.</div><div><br /></div><div>Come back, take me.</div><div><br /></div><div>I so miss you.</div><div><br /></div><div>Come back, take me.</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh please take me away....</div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-56445873067934795562011-08-09T06:41:00.001-07:002012-04-03T11:27:16.266-07:00Not so Abstract...!!<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
six feet of muscle..<br />
gripped by a single sheet of steel...
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held in tight, just 2 inches..
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restricted freedom...
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a cross of chains..
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steel over steel...
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cold hard intersections..
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2inches has friends...
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one hundred of them with him...
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the muscle ripped pulled...
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but friends dont break off so easy..
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they need to be pried cradled...
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keyed...
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each had its own key...
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all but one...
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ninety nine, recounted...
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time, there was too much of it...
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mocking him to pry each...
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knowing one wont...
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and what if the culprit was 2 inches...
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too much time...
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floating, prying, working...
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what if with time..
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friends departed...
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but 2 inches, all alone...
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cold harder...
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weakening the muscle, mocking, teasing...
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there was too much time...
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<br /></div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-83132961323915797862011-04-23T08:47:00.000-07:002011-04-27T08:36:19.600-07:00Without a wish...<div style="text-align: center;"><br /><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div></div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YLbDr-jYilsb9eaCKPI-HFGkM6pnZSP4UJRaj-Pzd9GTqyqNd7jyIM8PEy8PGWAG15is2ZgWj8TneuCYapFCiZsJpUbpIq1HXQnds0lyMCeu013qQH0pjHm8s1WXjOJSBcsx/s1600/numb.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 155px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2YLbDr-jYilsb9eaCKPI-HFGkM6pnZSP4UJRaj-Pzd9GTqyqNd7jyIM8PEy8PGWAG15is2ZgWj8TneuCYapFCiZsJpUbpIq1HXQnds0lyMCeu013qQH0pjHm8s1WXjOJSBcsx/s200/numb.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598808984756624018" /></a>And ever so softly everything shuts down<br />The ringing ceases, the smiles, the frown<br />For what is left is but a gap unknown<br />From where it came<br />And from where it’s shown<br />For amongst the hopes, and amongst the wishes<br />I think I won’t draw them up again<br />For each day it crushes<br />Aloft, so softly it hushes<br />For we can’t say so<br />And they?<br />No, they would never know.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><div><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiicO246qBY-L_CPaL7OQPbJqO5egM9_JnlDt4UpxcVWjgwxXpGpJsyLvJfmPWP-POYMLMuAezJmrCt7e0icyWxwh__NGX-BAqqDMV3MlWY7vsnUqJkD4KxagptA3ePydj0aCKV/s320/perfect-poet-award-for-week-42.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600278606182241842" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 166px; " /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; line-height: 22px; "><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; color: rgb(69, 51, 32); "><span class="Apple-style-span">Thank you for the</span></p><p style="text-align: center; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 1.2em; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "><a href="http://promisingpoetscafe.wordpress.com/2011/04/25/the-thursday-poets-rally-week-42-perfect-poet-award/"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, 'Nimbus Sans L', sans-serif; font-weight: bold; line-height: 27px; ">The Thursday Poets Rally Week 42 Perfect Poet Award</span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 15px; ">.</span></span></a></p></span></div></div><div style="text-align: center;">I also would like to take this opportunity to introduce a new blogger..</div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Tahoma, 'Lucida Grande', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; letter-spacing: 1px; line-height: 19px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b><a href="http://msbq.wordpress.com/">Michael</a></b></span></span></div><div style="text-align: center;">WELCOME!!</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-17022795684445431002011-04-01T08:14:00.001-07:002011-04-01T08:29:30.037-07:00The final fall..<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0n6AdpSqE2B1m3rg3o2yuuz9WG4ZYn1icqW5Mz4WTUkucK7rUUvmwXnlXNlZ-IdPnYyendGfd4JoPW38lJyx5lYPGZ4XF7VnEyqz1Y7Lr2dZVxmxnKrj8jyv_2ImC6GgjN2m/s1600/lear1774.color.jpeg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 277px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjy0n6AdpSqE2B1m3rg3o2yuuz9WG4ZYn1icqW5Mz4WTUkucK7rUUvmwXnlXNlZ-IdPnYyendGfd4JoPW38lJyx5lYPGZ4XF7VnEyqz1Y7Lr2dZVxmxnKrj8jyv_2ImC6GgjN2m/s400/lear1774.color.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590637590923314050" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;">Look, look</div><div><div style="text-align: center;">How he sees upon her face</div><div style="text-align: center;">He lost. woe</div><div style="text-align: center;">His last born, his Cordelia</div><div style="text-align: center;">Surrounded with strewn bodies</div><div style="text-align: center;">Across the foul, the dainty</div><div style="text-align: center;">For she lived off her life of love, so full</div><div style="text-align: center;">Yet so half</div><div style="text-align: center;">All befallen</div><div style="text-align: center;">All anew</div><div style="text-align: center;">For hath the good but survived </div><div style="text-align: center;">Not knowing what it was to loose</div><div style="text-align: center;">No drop of tear shall have fallen</div><div style="text-align: center;">Tween the world of the Cristian, the Jew</div><div style="text-align: center;">And he the father slain</div><div style="text-align: center;">So love, so lost</div><div style="text-align: center;">For she who was loved, lost to all</div><div style="text-align: center;">For she who had none, hath yet all</div><div style="text-align: center;">With mad men and blind men and treason </div><div style="text-align: center;">Hath each befall</div><div style="text-align: center;">The foulest doth be forgotten</div><div style="text-align: center;">Farewell adieu, sweet girl</div><div style="text-align: center;">But..</div><div style="text-align: center;">Don't fret</div><div style="text-align: center;">For soon</div><div style="text-align: center;">I follow... </div></div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-66162256221170674632011-03-29T01:17:00.001-07:002011-03-29T01:17:40.646-07:00Just a thought..<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; ">people come and go in your life...</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; ">but do you know where to draw the line at? </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; ">do you know who is in and who isn't?....</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 14px; ">do you know who should be led only so far?...<br /><br />the day you've mastered this...<br /><br />...is the day you would cease to exist</span></div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-36409159169115407402011-03-26T11:46:00.000-07:002011-03-26T14:08:28.094-07:00Tongue twister (Part 3)<div style="text-align: center;"><b>Misfit Miss Fish</b></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpCVXiDktBWwADjr-yAz4VgkLHPttjHNve9CriyohnGmY23Gb1PkJOT3qIePFZRINLdT5qNQp6CaHIOeYuuXpaUQJagNntlN7eWYIRorUP6AAM0uv2Cu1pPB8dJ7OyETs5Yozt/s1600/fish.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpCVXiDktBWwADjr-yAz4VgkLHPttjHNve9CriyohnGmY23Gb1PkJOT3qIePFZRINLdT5qNQp6CaHIOeYuuXpaUQJagNntlN7eWYIRorUP6AAM0uv2Cu1pPB8dJ7OyETs5Yozt/s200/fish.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588498353034225426" /></a><br /><div><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;">Miss Fish was a misfit</div><div style="text-align: center;">Misfit little Miss Fish was</div><div style="text-align: center;">Well misfit Miss Fish wasn't a fit fish</div><div style="text-align: center;">So other fit fish fished Miss Fish off...</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-47610013737549118792011-03-26T10:37:00.000-07:002011-03-26T10:54:56.614-07:00Tongue twister (Part 2)<div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><i>This one is dedicated to my friend Suji Wuji Duji (Sujith) coz he thought the one before wasn't much of a tongue twister...plus he gave me the words "chicken and kitchen" to work on..so here are 2 tongue twisters the second one was preferred over the first though :P...</i><div><i><br /></i></div><div><i>so to suji...</i></div><div><i><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjw3X6smWSZAJco0ePUpzwSOPxY0eCi9URWCmDJ9TK8X2bjSTqdCYYvVoRQQHa4GDTkgPpwBxGhl0Yh-O6YtFx4e9OSlL22QzpjXD_hxk1k-G5fSmaSW5yA8bZvVxnV4tVedas8/s200/6482764-cartoon-cook-keeping-a-plate-with-baked-chicken.jpg" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588448532533984274" /></i></div><div><div><b>If i have your permission</b></div><div><b>Just shut up and listen...</b></div></div><div><b><br /></b></div><div><div>1). Is that chicken in the kitchen</div><div>but kitchen's out of chicken </div><div>I smell chicken in the kitchen</div><div>how can kitchen smell of chicken</div><div>when no chicken entered the kitchen</div><div style="font-weight: bold; "><br /></div></div><div style="font-weight: bold; "><br /></div><div>2). How do I choose </div><div>between a kitchen and a chicken</div><div>if new kitchen, no chicken</div><div>if cute chickens, no kitchen</div><div>kitchen or chicken</div><div>chicken or kitchen</div><div>But not</div><div>kitchen with chicken</div><div>chicken with kitchen</div><div><br /></div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-71775836845320853572011-03-24T12:18:00.000-07:002011-03-24T12:31:56.334-07:00Tongue twister...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQOvfhcTsTzgLm6f7Xuc7fvfxcCyQrA2extNIRDXK5tg1ZxWACaVLPtqv3XbjfZwa_3LdWhyphenhyphenp9XmzmgHUG_T6aUkSur5ux16UOm-x9cWRN9N3qUDp3JHTXBXi4JxRh_ayVnvvL/s1600/images+%25284%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 125px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQOvfhcTsTzgLm6f7Xuc7fvfxcCyQrA2extNIRDXK5tg1ZxWACaVLPtqv3XbjfZwa_3LdWhyphenhyphenp9XmzmgHUG_T6aUkSur5ux16UOm-x9cWRN9N3qUDp3JHTXBXi4JxRh_ayVnvvL/s200/images+%25284%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587730237919246610" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_wbtji22f5E6gr4322ZyvnHLQuoSPTFQaTUu03HMItz128dRmyLvODijUT5swnGap0G7W7BxvsxVfL_Qa2zwpTzyfDBAAwxA49jaRrbMl7Mum8cy4YjNGooJDK4lVyHdl0_O/s1600/images+%25283%2529.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEin_wbtji22f5E6gr4322ZyvnHLQuoSPTFQaTUu03HMItz128dRmyLvODijUT5swnGap0G7W7BxvsxVfL_Qa2zwpTzyfDBAAwxA49jaRrbMl7Mum8cy4YjNGooJDK4lVyHdl0_O/s200/images+%25283%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587730067719071794" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiViWo4-BN7t5KVNCnmIEfkJHyazx6LNDC_WMx4j3qaTTgAMDcOb7c-Nf1m4eNYFGivWbrE7SrQhG1L5VNdbB3qGDSC2S-m0thztPKjhNt7kOVq57GFaPfeZ_ehweQwgtnyIlGu/s1600/images+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiViWo4-BN7t5KVNCnmIEfkJHyazx6LNDC_WMx4j3qaTTgAMDcOb7c-Nf1m4eNYFGivWbrE7SrQhG1L5VNdbB3qGDSC2S-m0thztPKjhNt7kOVq57GFaPfeZ_ehweQwgtnyIlGu/s200/images+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587729888659829938" /></a><div><br /></div><div>A couple of couples are coupled together...</div><div><div><div>A couple of couples that coupled so sure...</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="white-space: pre; "> </span></div><div style="text-align: right;">A couple of couples so coupled in love...<span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span></div><div style="text-align: right;">That each couple of couples just coupled s'more....</div><div style="text-align: right;"><br /></div><div><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpZK6wer9PnuV9Nd1oRnITf_cw363YPu5tCFpVmCOzlUYfuGqwDSIRQYbcIyQIUzM9bP2uIEoknR7TMOaZohiz9mm7YVRtDn52m21N13CvZQ4uG2VqGXyyUtGGaH9o9SsCjHLl/s1600/images+%25281%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 162px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjpZK6wer9PnuV9Nd1oRnITf_cw363YPu5tCFpVmCOzlUYfuGqwDSIRQYbcIyQIUzM9bP2uIEoknR7TMOaZohiz9mm7YVRtDn52m21N13CvZQ4uG2VqGXyyUtGGaH9o9SsCjHLl/s320/images+%25281%2529.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587729308489555330" /></a></div></div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-54165588166989157032011-03-13T10:20:00.000-07:002011-03-13T10:25:41.043-07:00Questions<div>how can you feel lonely surrounded by a houseful of friends?</div><div>how can you feel lonely knowing someone far away is thinking of you in every breath?</div><div>how can you feel lonely when your family hopes and wants you as whoever you are?</div><div>how can you feel lonely, so alone amidsts a crowd?</div><div>how can you feel lonely when there is so much you need to do?</div><div>how can you feel lonely when you live a life most see from afar and smile?</div><div>how can you feel lonely knowing that your dreams could be just handed to you?</div><div>how can you feel lonely, </div><div>how can you be lonely at all?</div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-87432379998339696292010-12-23T00:42:00.000-08:002010-12-23T01:01:51.869-08:00Will you help us...??<div align="center">Excuse me sir, will you please listen to me<br />I've been hungry for too long<br />And all I've wanted is nothing more than to belong<br /><br />Belong to all those others walking past me<br />Thier eyes averted<br />Longing looks untouched<br />And those who look back pity me but wont respond...<br /><br />For my hunger doesnt seem real to you<br />It wont<br />You have seen so many being fooled, so many wronged<br />I don't blame you sir<br /><br />Do go on your journey<br />But try and see if you could help us<br />We couldn't grow up like you sir<br />Thats where we went wrong<br /><br />We haven't had a choice sir<br />No one ever gave it to us<br />But now we are trying<br />Will you help us sir??<br /><br />Will you just work a little more sir<br />We won't need your money<br />Just a morsel of food<br />Just the satisfaction that this one night<br />We won't feel that pain so deep within us.<br /><br />Will you help us maam?<br />You look really pretty with those beautiful earrings<br />Each droplet reminds me of amma's tears<br />For every single time my baby sister cries out of hunger<br /><br />She doesnt know it yet you know<br />She will learn<br />But I wish I could change that<br />Will you help us...?? </div><div align="center"></div><div align="center"></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553797814237923490" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFgKyCyx1PxZoQ6I24cXc4rPrlbHokm7aWfsDWo2wCMaMTBY_bQOkJKeZQedBa1_2fqLOxUpOjjxuY9BmU0NT5_QLMHVhr3bPHTvEmr69IGwVxifEFiveCdcSBUrD5f8zxj-5n/s320/1949018.jpg" /><br /><p></p><p>(It's not so easy I know...for all those low lives who've made us turn a blind eye to the true sufferers....well all I can say is carry some food in your car whenever you go out...something they can consume directly..something that won't be handed over to all those who make money out of our countries straving future...</p><p>...and then there is Akshaya Patra </p><p>Details of how the work is done to prepare food for 1,253,266 children, please visit:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.akshayapatra.org/">http://www.akshayapatra.org/</a><br /><br />For donations go to:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.akshayapatra.org/individual-donors">http://www.akshayapatra.org/individual-donors</a> )<br /></p>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com21tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-25152890948592525282010-12-22T00:09:00.000-08:002010-12-22T00:14:04.428-08:00UnspokenLifes so good all seems alright<br />then why does this voice inside cry out<br />a fear, a dread<br />an unneeded hope that history would repeat itself<br /><br />for if it isnt hope what could that be<br />a want to destroy all that goes well into dust<br />a brew bubbling beneath<br />the mind looking for a release<br /><br />unchain it the voice screams<br />but that would destroy all<br />the peace the love<br /><br />so why o why<br />should I hope to destroy<br />an answer no more<br />an answer no less<br /><br />for life is flashing back<br />is it that I seem to have begun enjoying that<br />those bruises within which no one could see<br /><br />A fire within<br />a decade or moreAashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36832565.post-65193159231724778772010-11-03T00:23:00.000-07:002010-11-03T00:38:30.264-07:00To where I belong...From the way she looked at me<div>From the way she smiled</div><div>Her eyes held trust</div><div>For I know with the way she spoke...</div><div><br /></div><div>Come hither and let me show you the way</div><div>Tarry no more</div><div>Let me show you how much I've needed you</div><div>How much my room seems empty cos you never came</div><div><br /></div><div>And so I followed</div><div>A gleam of knowledge</div><div>Along with a wandering thought</div><div>I could see the joy in her eyes</div><div>For it all but said</div><div>I know you can make everything better</div><div>And so she led me to her room </div><div>Such trusting hands</div><div>Such delicate fingers</div><div><br /></div><div>What lay ahead sent a tingle down my spine</div><div><br /></div><div>It had been so long</div><div>But I knew I could make it beautiful</div><div>And so there she lay</div><div>Waiting to be carved</div><div>Waiting for me to complete her, mold her</div><div><br /></div><div>My rose, darling rose..</div><div><br /></div><div>But first the bitter part</div><div><br /></div><div>That'll be 50 dollars for the bed ma'am !!!</div><div><br /></div><div>:P</div>Aashihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03124657759822689180noreply@blogger.com10