<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:31:02.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Verb-Atom</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-8198172952498524636</id><published>2011-07-16T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T02:45:23.464-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>They say you should always follow your dreams. Always trust your instincts even when the world laughs at you. It has worked for me and it will work for you too. The world really is your oyster. Just follow your heart and have a little patience :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-8198172952498524636?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/8198172952498524636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=8198172952498524636' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/8198172952498524636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/8198172952498524636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2011/07/they-say-you-should-always-follow-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-3887894943294114018</id><published>2011-03-19T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T21:09:30.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stability comes in different sizes, shapes and forms. It means something different to everybody! My eternal conundrum is my fierce need for independence and my equally urgent need for stability. Well the solution might lie in finding someone exactly like me who understands both needs and respects them. Simple solution to a simple problem right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-3887894943294114018?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/3887894943294114018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=3887894943294114018' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/3887894943294114018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/3887894943294114018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2011/03/stability-comes-in-different-sizes.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-504108476878988340</id><published>2011-01-14T02:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T02:05:12.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's time to collect all my memories and lay them to rest. It's time to rip you out of my heart so I can move on but why does it hurt so much? Why does it feel next to impossible? I can't let go. You were the only person I truly loved and now no one else can take your place&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-504108476878988340?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/504108476878988340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=504108476878988340' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/504108476878988340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/504108476878988340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2011/01/its-time-to-collect-all-my-memories-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-2974800087572130215</id><published>2010-05-07T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T06:12:04.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How to save a life....My own life....letting go is good.....it feels fucking good....it's not easy  but that's where the challenge lies....and DG never hides from a challenge...I'm just lucky to have some great friends and family and most importantly a higher power...I don't have to life just for today coz he promises me eternal life....That's the only light in the midst of all the fucking darkness....turning point....realising I don't need to do anything...all I need to do is let go....like doing the backstroke or skydiving.....knowing that he will cushion my fall and be there....that he will love me no matter what I do....it's hard not to reciprocate....I love the chase but for once I'm going to just let go...I surrender all...I surrender all and trust he will be my strength and my shield&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-2974800087572130215?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/2974800087572130215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=2974800087572130215' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/2974800087572130215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/2974800087572130215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2010/05/how-to-save-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-3974095317728465595</id><published>2010-04-28T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:32:06.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been ages since I have written anything. Life has been so overwhelming that all my senses just shutdown. I am not committed to anything but one thing that always gets my full attention are good books. Of late, I have not been able to finish a single book. I tried long books, short books, fiction, non-fiction, I tried it all and was heartbroken. My one passion was dampened. Thank god I have got back my spark. I have always believed in God and been grateful but this time I owe him my sanity. I could not read, sleep, lost my appetite, I was a shadow of myself but then I decided to well and truly let go and now I'm a different person, a better person. I have always decided to let go but kept a plan B, a life-raft and that was my problem. This time as I had nothing to lose and nothing mattered to me anymore, I just let go. What an experience. I feel so light inside. Nothing affects me. My calm is permanent. Love, joy and peace are my new keywords. I have realised the meaning of grace and am basking in it. He died for my sins and his blood sets me free. I did nothing to earn his love. He loves me because I am his and am created in his image. I have stopped trying to be perfect because I don't need to be. I am not called to be perfect. I am called to love him. God is love and is there to take your hand...only if you let him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-3974095317728465595?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/3974095317728465595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=3974095317728465595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/3974095317728465595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/3974095317728465595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-been-ages-since-i-have-written.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-4206979458661810268</id><published>2010-01-18T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T00:23:52.133-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Have you ever been so excited that  your mind keeps speeding like an express train on the same track? That's how I am right now. I can't think straight. My mind has been derailed or actually it's running on a single set of tracks. I'm going on holiday to the most beautiful place and I just can't wait. I can't even sleep properly because I'm so goddam excited.  I am so full of nervous, anticipatory energy I can't sit still! It's nice but it's weird too. I can't think of anything else. Have you ever wanted something so badly that when you actually get it you go into shock. My senses have shut down! System overload! I so happy! The worst has reaped the best! Ever the optimist...it works wonders....atleast for me! When I give up hope. When I can see the end of the road and am ready to backtrack, the light breaks through! Fuck...I can't see!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-4206979458661810268?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/4206979458661810268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=4206979458661810268' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/4206979458661810268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/4206979458661810268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2010/01/have-you-ever-been-so-excited-that-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-7634635363698967296</id><published>2009-12-30T07:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T07:16:13.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Thoughts cruise through my mind like logs on a lazy river&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have you ever felt so much that your mind can't process it&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your mind freezes like a Delhi winter&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It needs some garam chai to free it once again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hurt floods me, shock slaps me like the icy winter cold,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Things I never imagined, memories I wanted to hide,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Buried deep in my soul, He thrust his knife deep,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And gauged out my insides.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel weak, exposed, vulnerable,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But the beauty is I had a white knight,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To hold my hand throuhg it all,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;He hugged me and I did not cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It felt like centuries had passed and yet...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We were old friends,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Each comforting the other, Trying to forget.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;All we could do was reach out to each other,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Genuine fear gripped us,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We both lost face before our families but&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We stuck together through it all&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What do you expect? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is it worth it? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes. (Should I scream it from the rooftops?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have tried but failed,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I found the greatest happiness and success,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Through my biggest failure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The classic pot of gold at the end of the rainbow,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It is true that pain is the greatest bond,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You need to be willing to lose it all in order to find true love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can pretend forever but the only person,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You really fool is yourself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I like my new life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not perfect.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Infact it's far from perfect but it makes me happy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I am the poet, the dreamer, the journalist, the romantic, the traveller....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I was born to explore, discover, create, love and that is what I will do&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By letting down your guard , you let people in,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By loving...you find love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By letting go of your inhibitions, your deepest fear, you find joy&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have lost a world and built a new one where I am the queen. I will never hand over my throne but I will share it one day. I dream all the time...someone pinch me coz this feels like a dream. I pull the covers up and bury deeper. I hold him close to my heart and listen to him breathe. I watch his face as all the worries of the day fade away. I see the good. I see an angel whose wings are injured. I can teach him how to fly again. I can teach him how to smile. I look into his soul and see myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-7634635363698967296?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/7634635363698967296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=7634635363698967296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/7634635363698967296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/7634635363698967296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2009/12/thoughts-cruise-through-my-mind-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-6702046992606252009</id><published>2009-12-30T05:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T19:59:33.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>18 months feels like a fucking lifetime! I have changed so much! I have found a sense of freedom that I can't really explain. I have learnt the importance of boundaries yet I have let go in so many ways! I don't care anymore about what people think about me. I live for myself! I am arrogant but not dangerously so, fiercely independent, very emotional, super detached, love my job, love my family and friends, love my life! I have discovered the strength to deal with anything! I have learnt to let go and embrace another point of view without losing myself! It's liberating! I understand myself...my reactions to situations, my needs, my moods, my world! I am no longer scared of being alone! I know what I want from a relationship...a need for closeness and understanding, no strings atached, honesty and love, detachment at times, someone who understands my eccentricites and emotional outbursts, someone whose shoulder feels just perfect when I'm feeling lonely, sad or even happy! I love being me...not pretending....and yet being accepted. Dressing up and yet chilling in shorts, jamming all the buttons on the playstation joystick. Being a total tom boy and yet being seductive! Being able to understand what's not said is the best feeling! In the world of media everything is about being eloquent and polished but it's nice to find someone who is just as messed up as me, as confused as me, as emotional as me, as attached and detached both at the same time. I love watching him when he sleeps! I can do it for hours. I love flirting my ass off but never crossing the line. I love the way it's always fresh, exciting, yet like a well worn shoe were we never have to start from point one. I have tried a million times to let go and he has tried a million times to hurt me into letting go or scaring me with a brave front but at the end of the day we both know we are happy together. We both know how tough it is to find someone who understands. We both are hurting and we don't need to say it out aloud to know. It's a special connection that let's you see someone's personal hell without opening the door. It's a special connection that opens a window into someone's soul when all other people can see is a blank wall. It's weird when you see someone so clearly and other people struugle to understand the basics. I love him like mad and have never felt this way about anyone before. He makes me feel safe and secure. I'm never scared of hurting him. It's like matching a cloth swatch and finding the perfect shade of grey. Why do I love him...not for his looks, his money or his standing! What do I hate about him...a million things. Why do I stay...because he is a carbon copy of me. Why does he stay...because I'm the only one who can calm him down, understand when he is hurting, let him be when he needs space, hold him tight without him asking. He held me the other night and whispered he loved me. He let his guard down after a year and asked me not to hurt him. He let go of his fear and let me in. He handed me the keys knowing fully well...the gravity of that move. Whatever I have been through in the last one week...this makes it all worth it!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-6702046992606252009?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/6702046992606252009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=6702046992606252009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/6702046992606252009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/6702046992606252009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2009/12/18-months-feels-like-fucking-lifetime-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-6666421202641249976</id><published>2009-10-19T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:46:33.469-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This has been the best Diwali ever! I got all dressed up and went out with a new friend and and old friend. It felt just like home and being with family...which is what I treasure the most! Delhi always has surprises in store for me and that's why I love this city. I'm never bored here! Travelling, partying, hanging out, eating, laughing, doing bizarre things, flirting, moving down the check list, mad girl friends even madder guy friends! When I move on I will never forget this honeymoon period in my life! No worries, very few commitments and tons of fun! The mad hatter started it all. He liberated my soul! He played pied piper on the road to self discovery. He showed me that it's okay to step off the beaten path and forge a new one. He showed me that if people really care then they will love you, just the way you are! If people can't handle your true identity then keep them as aquaintances! I feel free for the first time! I have realised that true freedom is about freeing yourself on the inside! It's not about breaking every rule but about making your own rules. Responsibility and commitment to the people you care about make you feel like a better person...a self fulfilled person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-6666421202641249976?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/6666421202641249976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=6666421202641249976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/6666421202641249976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/6666421202641249976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2009/10/this-has-been-best-diwali-ever-i-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-4387575910575889922</id><published>2009-10-03T09:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:45:27.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Do you believe in destiny? I do. I think that everything happens for a reason and certain people are in your life at a certain point for a reason. A friend has just come from Kolkata and has been in a similar position. I have a lot that I can learn from her. She has a simple strength and a beautiful smile that makes me feel I can do it. She gives me a strength and determination I have been craving. I am going to let go. I am going to skip the drama of rehab and forward planning. Instead I realise that half the fear is unrealistic. It is all just built up in my head. This is not the freedom I was craving. I am not a hypocrite and I can't lie to myself. I desperately want a hold on my life. I have given up too much and don't get anything in return. I am sacrificing my freedom, time and emotions. It's not worth it. I am gently going to let this paper boat go. I am going to walk the steps of an innocent child, raise my face, get drenched in the soothing rain and then bend down and put the boat in a stream and walk away. As it moves away I will watch with a bittersweet smile and no regrets. I will savour the good times and not hope for what was never meant to be. I will cry but the rain will soothe my broken heart. It is better to let the boat go while the storm clouds have calmed down. It is better to let the boat go before the downpour starts again. It is better to hold onto the last shreds of innocence before my spirit shatters like delicate crystal. I want to hold onto the last shreds of sanity left in my grasp. It will hurt now but I will look back and smile.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-4387575910575889922?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/4387575910575889922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=4387575910575889922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/4387575910575889922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/4387575910575889922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2009/10/do-you-believe-in-destiny-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-8049998904428740817</id><published>2009-09-05T05:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T07:35:31.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>How much can art influence your life? I read a book called 'Kafka on the shore' and it has opened my eyes to the world. It has made me look at things in a different light. I met with a minor accident yesterday and there starts this story. Yesterday I learnt the value of being alive. I forgave people who I held grudges against, I let go of hurt and I learnt to see the value of being alive. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I went to the hospital and it was very bizarre but I was placed in between a 5 year old and a 60 year old. The child was fast asleep and looked angelic but she was unconscious. The old woman was very sick and was vomitting. I sat huddled on the bed waiting for the nurse to inject me. I am terrified of injections and hospitals but I decided that I would go alone and face my fears. As I waited, my palms began to sweat. I looked around to distract myself and spotted the fourth patient...a bleeding man on his death bed. The blood oozing out of his head soaked through his bandages and stained the sheet. It formed a puddle, much like the ones I love skipping through in the monsoon. He lay, unflinching, embracing his destiny while his family looked on helplessly. It struck a chord so deep, it freaked me out. I believe in luck and coincidence but this was eerie. It was a message that could not have been spelled out clearer by the universe. When you want something bad enough, the universe conspires to give it to you. This was one lesson I needed. Very Buddha and his four sights but I am going to stop saying that I'm just 23! Life needs to be valued at any age. Never forget to keep your eyes on the bigger picture!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-8049998904428740817?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/8049998904428740817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=8049998904428740817' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/8049998904428740817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/8049998904428740817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-much-can-art-influence-your-life-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-447781322543466474</id><published>2009-08-31T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:43:41.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="BORDER-COLLAPSE: collapse"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Dreams convalesce,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Clothes fall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sharp contrasts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fight each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Two fighters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Stand tall,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Look head on,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Shoulders taut.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyes unflinching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Pupils flashing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then they collide,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And make love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Palms sweaty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Eyes moist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Voices shaky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Knees joint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Muscles tense,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Fingers twitching,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears flowing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Emotions unboxed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;XX__XX__XX__XX__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Bright colours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Colourful emotions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Sharp contours,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The sea monster surfaces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its thick scales glisten,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a 5 year old I listen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Its hoarse whisper rages,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I shudder in fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Spectres rise,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Weeping, screaming, seething,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lost souls wander,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My heart splinters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My smile fades,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My eyes lose their spark,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My hands tremble,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My voice catches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Tears struggle to escape,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Age old prisoners writhe free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking for a way out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But there isn't any&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My fingers skim the paper,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My skin feels hot,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I roll the beads between my fingers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Watching one follow the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Music wafts through the air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;A requiem to my dreams,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I breathe, soil fills my lungs,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I choke and I am jolted back to reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;XX__XX__XX__XX__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;A princess lived in a tower,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;She had attention every hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Her prince was always by her side,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;For her he lived and for her he died.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Each day she tiptoed to the sill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But he drew her safely back in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Each day her wonder began to grow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Only...she did not let it show.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;One night as they slumbered neath the stars,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;He willingly let her out of his grasp,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;At the world she could only stare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;She wanted so much but did not dare.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;She waited till his body was still,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And then creeped toward the forbidden sill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;She sat on the ledge and peered down,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Then looked back at what she had found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The fall was steep but she didn't care much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;She still remembered his gentle touch,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;She pulled at the branches and whipped them back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;In courage she did not lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Come dawn's kiss, the palace awoke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;He reached out, her cheek to stroke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;In a flash he knew she'd run away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;All he could do was weep and pray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;XX__XX__XX__XX__&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Lights flicker on the water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;They lick the cool surface,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;They dance gently,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And play games.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;One step forward,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And ten steps back,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Inspite of its beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It reveals what you lack.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I stand on the edge,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And gaze at the dark surface,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The tiny spots jump,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;Like a child running amiss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I dip my hand in,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;The cold envelopes me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;I withdraw instantly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;And see my reflection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;It hurts to look,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;My hand reaches out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I stop myself,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;This is not what life's about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-447781322543466474?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/447781322543466474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=447781322543466474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/447781322543466474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/447781322543466474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-convalesce-clothes-fall-sharp.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-5766962881619237784</id><published>2009-08-17T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:41:19.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Rudyard Kipling's words come to mind:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can make one heap of all your winnings, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And lose, and start again at the beginning&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And never breathe a word about your loss;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To serve your turn long after they are gone,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And so hold on when there is nothing in you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-5766962881619237784?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/5766962881619237784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=5766962881619237784' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/5766962881619237784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/5766962881619237784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2009/08/im-feeling-million-emotions-at-same.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-6649198286062486010</id><published>2009-07-24T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:40:36.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Obsessed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Focusing on one thing or person robs you of the simple pleasures that life has to offer. The feel of the wind caressing your hair, seeing a sunset and moonrise in one evening, catching up with girlfriends and unwinding. Just being! I'm leaving for Bangalore in two days and I have spent the entire week catching up with friends I have not seen in ages. It has been the most beautiful week ever! Let's see... I have met 5 friends in five days. Hanging with the boys was great fun. We drove though the rain, water pounding against the windshield, making funky patterns on the windows and waving at us. A chilled beer, roohafza, water, pizza and a smoke. Cool breeze, perfect weather and relaxed company. Next visit, runaway train. A cozy evening...CNN-IBN, NDTV, MTV...a host of channels, a bundle of laughs and inside jokes on the television industry. A chilled out convo, a perfect con job (I'm soon gonna be a professional con artist at this rate :) Itika Sharma after dat was sooooo relaxing. A stroll through Janpath, a string of flowers, tasty gulab jamuns and a surprise gift! Den a home cooked meal, face peel, a luxurious bath and our very own home disco! Finally we snuggled up and went to sleep with the AC on high! Now I'm at another friend's place...Subuhi. We had the most amazing day. We met at JNU and wandered like adventurers through the campus. We got lost but that was fun too. We walked through a construction site, wandered through a veritable jungle, and finally reached PSR rock! We sat there and watched the sun sink and the moon rise. Distraught lovers destined to meet twice and embrace but never to be with each other. Thus started our philosophical debate on relationships, Murray's theory of Self Actualisation, the essence of happiness and a variety of interesting topics. We just cooked dinner and are chilling in our nighties preparing to watch 'Obsessed'. Looking forward to a brirthday party and a nice long holiday. The obsession is fading and is fragmented over a wide range of areas. This is how I like it. Wide focus not narrow focus! Obsessed with life! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-6649198286062486010?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/6649198286062486010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=6649198286062486010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/6649198286062486010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/6649198286062486010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2009/07/obsessed-focusing-on-one-thing-or.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-2275177575123486113</id><published>2009-06-08T07:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T05:44:29.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wonder if I'll marry&lt;br /&gt;I wonder who it will be&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll become a house wife&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what Kay will do&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long my mother will live&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long Shawn will wait&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if N will ever change&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if Cos will find true love&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if J and I will be friends for long&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if A and I will last&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can truly love someone more than myself&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll go back home in the near future&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I'll travel the world&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long I'll have intimacy issues&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many best friends I can have and mean it&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what trust is worth&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what true respect is&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is who I really am&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I can live a contradiction&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if this is all real&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long scars take to heal&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can tame my mind&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if my spirit needs to be tamed&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I believe in God&lt;br /&gt;I wonder whom I trust, who should not be trusted&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the occult is for real&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I'll change&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I'll shift jobs&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many lives I truly impact&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if love or friendship mean more&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how rich I'll be&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the money I earn will ever be enough&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I'll have kids&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how many people truly understand me&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's so easy for some, why it's so difficult for others&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what the future holds&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when I can truly let go of fear and live my life&lt;br /&gt;I wonder...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-2275177575123486113?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/2275177575123486113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=2275177575123486113' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/2275177575123486113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/2275177575123486113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-wonder-if-ill-marry-i-wonder-who-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-9185288585344301253</id><published>2009-05-31T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T10:44:04.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I feel myself opening up like never before. It's like it has not rained in years and the parched petals drink hungrily, lap at the drops as they tumble from the sky. Liberated like never before. Not restricted in time or space. Not held back by fear. An adult, in the true sense of the word. Experiences pile up and coagulate. Each affecting the next. A cauldron of emotions bubble on a white hot flame. They spill over the sides and cool into a white, hard crust, reinforcing the cauldron, adding to the well of emotion. As I sit perched on the ledge, like a tabby cat, waiting with expectation, waiting the whole night for it to rain, for it to pour, waiting for the rain to cascade down in silken sheets and wrap my naked body. As the first drops fall, I lift my face in wild abandon. It's been a year since I let the rain carress my body, since I let myself drown in nature's arms. As the cold fingers touch my skin, I shudder, I feel a chill run down my  spine. I close my eyes and enjoy the feeling. I let the rain wash my tired body. I lie silently wait for it to drown my senses, to wash away all the hurt, to give me a fresh start. I sit like a zombie, immoblie, letting all my emotions surface. They get tangled in their rush to free themselves from their prison. A torrent of heat releases itself and I stop shivering. I bask in the safety, the security, the love. I stick my tongue out like a child and fight with nature to get what I want. The rain gently trickles along my tongue, lazily, knowingly. I wrap my arms around myself and realise that I am soaking wet. My clothes stick to my body and I throw my head back. I feel complete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-9185288585344301253?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/9185288585344301253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=9185288585344301253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/9185288585344301253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/9185288585344301253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-feel-myself-opening-up-like-never.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-2975468828200745659</id><published>2008-09-01T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-01T02:36:02.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dreaming of a bejewelled tomorrow I lose the essence of today. Like a rabid dog my tongue lolls over bloated lips, I breathe raggedly, desperately. I crave to control every move, every second. I get frustated so easily by the seconds that slip like melted butter between my fingers, messily smeared on my hands forming their own unique patterns. I try again and again but...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The butter swirls in brilliant yellow flashes...out of control...rebelling yet following every rule in the book. The empty wrapper lies strewn next to the dustbin. The butterpaper lies in a crushed ball at my feet and I continue my little game. I use my pinky and lazily draw golden patterns. Unknowingly I draw a golden question mark and as the butter melts further, it drips on the floor and disappears with time. I pop my finger in my mouth and a golden smile appears...the golden smile of innocence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-2975468828200745659?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/2975468828200745659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=2975468828200745659' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/2975468828200745659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/2975468828200745659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2008/09/dreaming-of-bejewelled-tomorrow-i-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-3371534533745002384</id><published>2008-02-12T08:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T08:58:52.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life turns full circle. Its funny to see my shadow growing up. She is making the same mistakes I did. She tosses her head with the same pride. Although her distractions are different, her pains are different. She walks the earth in wild abandon, her heart worn on her sleeve blazing with enthusiasm. I love her and she knows it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-3371534533745002384?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/3371534533745002384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=3371534533745002384' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/3371534533745002384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/3371534533745002384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2008/02/life-turns-full-circle.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-4114319211134178883</id><published>2007-09-06T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:37:56.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The growing pains have started. Each one is stretching in a different direction and sometimes there just isn't enough space. Take a deep breath. Let the cobwebs in your head clear. Think before you speak... Ha Ha! How many of us actually do? We all have feelings and we all are different. As my Associate Dean says: So what??? I'll tell you. Sometimes you need to give up a little of your personal space, time and pleasure. After all being a journalist is about interacting with people and forging bonds with people. So open your mind to new experiences and people. Oh ya... Don't forget to enjoy yourself even if you are gritting your teeth at the same time!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-4114319211134178883?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/4114319211134178883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=4114319211134178883' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/4114319211134178883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/4114319211134178883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2007/09/growing-pains-have-started.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-1574724790910340602</id><published>2007-07-26T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T18:34:18.912-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>As I look back, I realise that every experience makes you grow in some way or the other. Life is like a classroom and once you finish reading what's written on the blackboard (your interpretation of life) it's all erased. No trace is left of it whatsoever. Find this bizarre?  I'm just trying to convince myself that I should revive this blog and dust of the cobwebs :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-1574724790910340602?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/1574724790910340602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=1574724790910340602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/1574724790910340602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/1574724790910340602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2007/07/as-i-look-back-i-reaklise-that-every.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-114917265375752061</id><published>2006-06-01T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T07:37:33.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;On A Nail&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A dark-skinned beauty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Absorbed in her duty,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Head bent, brow moist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Her secret desires unvoiced.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the background baskets hang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Perfectly balanced like the ying and yang,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Her ebony bosom a delightful treat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;To the young men in the street.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Her gay skirt rustles and sways,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;In the dank, dusty haze,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Her fingers nimbly caress the bands,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Which take shape in her skillful hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;A cotton cloth covers her hair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Protecting her from the sun's glare,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;The sparkling clusters at her feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Beat out a melody ever so sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Her rural garb of mustard and green,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;From the next village can be seen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Its beauty stems from her face,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;It simply reflects her ethereal grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-114917265375752061?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/114917265375752061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=114917265375752061' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/114917265375752061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/114917265375752061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2006/06/on-nail-dark-skinned-beautyabsorbed-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-114527495862900257</id><published>2006-04-17T04:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T04:57:00.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Having a blog rules... its the most envigorating feeling. I finally have the freedom to completely express myself, to break past shackles and overcome previous inhibitions. Totally rocking experience!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-114527495862900257?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/114527495862900257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=114527495862900257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/114527495862900257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/114527495862900257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2006/04/having-blog-rules.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-114526787514065324</id><published>2006-04-17T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T02:57:55.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;DEAR AJJI,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Fragments of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Snatches of conversation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Flashes of colour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wafting aromas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;A medley of familiar tunes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Breezy kaftaans,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Salt and pepper curls,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Prick my lids with tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Memories neatly catalogued,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Stored in the back of my mind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Come tumbling into my consciousness,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Flooding me with pleasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;YOUR LOVING GRANDDAUGHTER,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;DIVYA&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-114526787514065324?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/114526787514065324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=114526787514065324' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/114526787514065324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/114526787514065324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2006/04/dear-ajji-fragments-of-life-snatches_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26092401.post-114501083765238914</id><published>2006-04-14T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T03:33:57.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;happy burday&lt;br /&gt;to my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;d-oh.&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26092401-114501083765238914?l=verb-atom.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/feeds/114501083765238914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=26092401&amp;postID=114501083765238914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/114501083765238914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/26092401/posts/default/114501083765238914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://verb-atom.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-burday-to-my-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Reine de mots</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06285501021595509624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7AW7Q8xBb84/TzIuRL3vTCI/AAAAAAAAADM/Om9x6PC6pbA/s220/weddin.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
