<?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-5398927141891778891</id><updated>2012-02-16T12:05:28.141+05:30</updated><category term='Poetry'/><category term='Others'/><category term='Self'/><category term='Favourite Music'/><title type='text'>The Catalyst Who Participated !!!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>36</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-4027699125492199309</id><published>2011-06-19T21:26:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-19T21:33:46.023+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Prices were right</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Sometimes it happens &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;in the market,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;prices were not too high,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;not too asking,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;It was just that &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;my pockets were not full,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I dug deep and found nothing but a hole,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I lost you in the same way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Someone else paid the price,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and bought you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-4027699125492199309?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/4027699125492199309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=4027699125492199309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Self'/><title type='text'>Another wild dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDXt6IjDcB8/TbnvqjTWl0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/_DSTOvYBNXo/s1600/father-and-child-holding-hands-uid-1188124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDXt6IjDcB8/TbnvqjTWl0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/_DSTOvYBNXo/s320/father-and-child-holding-hands-uid-1188124.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600771125921879874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a lazy Saturday morning. It is sunny and bright outside our room. Somebody knocks at the door. You get out of the bed to check. You are wearing a white sleeveless vest and underpants and then put on a Capri. Your hair is untied, filling the room with your fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you open the door, our son comes in running and leaps into the bed and says, “Good morning daddy!!!”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good morning tiger!!!”, is my reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You complain, “Gentlemen! There is somebody else is in the room, too.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring you, he whispers in my ears, “Daddy, I don’t want to go to school.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“And the reason is??”, I reply in interrogative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Don’t speak so loud, mama is here. I want to play the game that we bought yesterday. I can’t wait till evening.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok, let me try” , I said and turn my face towards you. You are making a knot of your hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You know, sweetie, I feel, we are not giving enough time to our son. What if he bunks school today? We’ll have the whole day together, what you say??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the discipline keeper of the family and I am the lenient one, who loves to do small naughty acts with the kid. The acts that he missed in his childhood and wants to relive his most precious time with his son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No way!!! Nobody is skipping the school. We have Sunday to spend together”,  you say and give him a toothbrush with toothpaste on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have lost the very first battle of the day to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our son is furious. I take him in my lap and go to the washbasin, you follow us and say, “I’ve been watching you, you are getting out of control, I don’t like you making faces every  day.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He doesn’t know that you are following us, our son says in rage, “Daddy! Mama itna gussa kyu karati hai? Aapko aur koi ladki nahi mili thi shadi karne ko? Bas yahi mama hi mili thee? ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you hear his words, you break out laughing. You give him a kiss on his cheek and hug him tight from behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His anger is not subdued and he says,” Ab maar hi daalogi kya?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Haan”, is your reply and you give him another hug followed by a kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pretend to be jealous and I say, “Ham par to kabhi itna pyar nahi aataa aapko. Junior pe sara pyar  deti hain. Ab samjha hamare hisse ka pyaar jataa kahan hai."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Senior had his quota last night. And by the way he is becoming more demanding and wilder every day, I’ll have to do something”, you warn me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t need to do anything, just stop becoming more beautiful with every passing day and thanks for giving me the most amazing kid of the world. I am indebted with my life to you”, is the thought that comes into my mind. And I smile to myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at you and my son, and challenge the whole world ‘is there any better family on the face of earth??’ And I am the one who wins the challenge every single morning, because I know the answer. God, please please shield my family from all the evils. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;[I woke up sweating, I'm thirsty. I don't want to lose even a single bit of this dream. I am writing it and it is 4 in the morning. What a way to start a day. A sleepless night.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-6183601960033099584?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/6183601960033099584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=6183601960033099584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/6183601960033099584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/6183601960033099584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2011/04/another-wild-dream.html' title='Another wild dream'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fDXt6IjDcB8/TbnvqjTWl0I/AAAAAAAAAYg/_DSTOvYBNXo/s72-c/father-and-child-holding-hands-uid-1188124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-5704074386416127353</id><published>2011-03-26T17:52:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-26T18:01:20.088+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Little Bit More / Dr Hook</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hesg5nC8zU/TY3azfET48I/AAAAAAAAAYY/1e-sAoKRX74/s1600/podium-thigh-boots-boots_400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hesg5nC8zU/TY3azfET48I/AAAAAAAAAYY/1e-sAoKRX74/s320/podium-thigh-boots-boots_400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5588363290684416962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams you wear nothing but these boots. And I am lost in your eyes. I wish I never see the morning sun with red aura. I want this night to last forever. You are tired and I relax you.  I try to loosen your stiff muscles. I rub your shoulder not because you need my assistance, but because I want to steal some air getting filtered through your hair and smelling like heaven. Don’t close your eyes, the sky will fall short of black color and the dawn will paint the sky with white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/O2MsndyW33Q" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When your body's had enough of me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm layin' flat out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;When you think I've loved you all I can&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on over here and lay by my side&lt;br /&gt;I've got to be touchin' you&lt;br /&gt;Let me rub your tired shoulders&lt;br /&gt;The way I used to do&lt;br /&gt;Look into my eyes and give me that smile&lt;br /&gt;The one that always turns me on&lt;br /&gt;And let me take your hair down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we're stayin' up to greet the sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your body's had enough of me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm layin' flat out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;When you think I've loved you all I can&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to say a few things that have been on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And you know where my mind has been&lt;br /&gt;I guess I learned my lessons&lt;br /&gt;And now's the time to begin&lt;br /&gt;So if you're feelin alright and you're ready for me&lt;br /&gt;I know that I'm ready for you&lt;br /&gt;We better get it on now&lt;br /&gt;'Cause we got a whole life to live through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your body's had enough of me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm layin' flat on the floor&lt;br /&gt;When you think I've loved you all I can&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you a little bit more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when your body's had enough of me&lt;br /&gt;And I'm layin' flat out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-5704074386416127353?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/5704074386416127353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=5704074386416127353' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5704074386416127353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5704074386416127353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2011/03/little-bit-more-dr-hook.html' title='Little Bit More / Dr Hook'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Hesg5nC8zU/TY3azfET48I/AAAAAAAAAYY/1e-sAoKRX74/s72-c/podium-thigh-boots-boots_400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-7658866184257939576</id><published>2011-03-14T20:00:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-16T11:03:04.149+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Music'/><title type='text'>All I want / Joni Mitchell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0); FONT-WEIGHT: boldfont-size:130%;" &gt;There are moments in life, when the person you love most, hurts. What an irony. The time passes by, you remember every moment that you spent with her. The small fights, the time when you refused to fight calming that if losing the fight is so joyous then who is going to take risk of winning, you remember the sleepy nights, and you take cup of tea to make it insomniac and you sit in the balcony and talk till the birds start chirping. The awake nights that make you try to be the best man you can ever be...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night heard &lt;a href="http://jonimitchell.com/"&gt;Joni Mitchell&lt;/a&gt; with the song ‘All I Want’. A good song. Especially a song sounds good if it sings out our heart. What else can I say? Just enjoy the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/QaqVWY3wYdQ" frameborder="0" width="640" allowfullscreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a lonely road and I am traveling&lt;br /&gt;Traveling, traveling, traveling&lt;br /&gt;Looking for something, what can it be&lt;br /&gt;Oh I hate you some, I hate you some&lt;br /&gt;I love you some&lt;br /&gt;Oh I love you when I forget about me&lt;br /&gt;I want to be strong I want to laugh along&lt;br /&gt;I want to belong to the living&lt;br /&gt;Alive, alive, I want to get up and jive&lt;br /&gt;I want to wreck my stockings in some juke box dive&lt;br /&gt;Do you want - do you want - do you want&lt;br /&gt;To dance with me baby&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to take a chance&lt;br /&gt;On maybe finding some sweet romance with me baby&lt;br /&gt;Well, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really really want our love to do&lt;br /&gt;Is to bring out the best in me and in you too&lt;br /&gt;All I really really want our love to do&lt;br /&gt;Is to bring out the best in me and in you&lt;br /&gt;I want to talk to you, I want to shampoo you&lt;br /&gt;I want to renew you again and again&lt;br /&gt;Applause, applause - life is our cause&lt;br /&gt;When I think of your kisses&lt;br /&gt;My mind see-saws&lt;br /&gt;Do you see - do you see - do you see&lt;br /&gt;How you hurt me baby&lt;br /&gt;So I hurt you too&lt;br /&gt;Then we both get so blue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a lonely road and I am traveling&lt;br /&gt;Looking for the key to set me free&lt;br /&gt;Oh the jealousy, the greed is the unraveling&lt;br /&gt;It's the unraveling&lt;br /&gt;And it undoes all the joy that could be&lt;br /&gt;I want to have fun, I want to shine like the sun&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the one that you want to see&lt;br /&gt;I want to knit you a sweater&lt;br /&gt;Want to write you a love letter&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel better&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel free&lt;br /&gt;Hmm, Hmm, Hmm, Hmm,&lt;br /&gt;Want to make you feel free&lt;br /&gt;I want to make you feel free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-7658866184257939576?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/7658866184257939576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=7658866184257939576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/7658866184257939576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/7658866184257939576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2011/03/all-i-want-joni-mitchell.html' title='All I want / Joni Mitchell'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/QaqVWY3wYdQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-2825691318500809932</id><published>2011-03-02T19:43:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2011-03-02T19:54:58.982+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Music'/><title type='text'>Rona Chod Diya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;While surfing I found another tune that caught my attention. A couple of voices, drew me. Good Pakistani singers have performed on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.cokestudio.com.pk/"&gt;Coke Studio&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;. The song is sung by Zeb &amp;amp; Haniya and Javed Bashir. Here is the song and the lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;[There is no inherent meaning. Just a song that I liked.]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/MAgoRxKYLco" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Teri batoon nay dil torra&lt;br /&gt;To nay dekha or moun morra&lt;br /&gt;Badal garja thorra thorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri batoon nay dil torra&lt;br /&gt;To nay dekha or moun morra&lt;br /&gt;Badal garja thorra thorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pani barsa ye dil tarsa&lt;br /&gt;Par jab beta thorra arsa&lt;br /&gt;Main nay rona chor dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guzray thay jin say rastay wahi&lt;br /&gt;Anjana hay ban gaien&lt;br /&gt;Karni thi tujh say baat ankahi&lt;br /&gt;Shayed chupsi hay sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Halchal main hay sagar sabhi&lt;br /&gt;Sakin hay kuch junbish nahi&lt;br /&gt;Yoheen guzray hay zindagi&lt;br /&gt;Jeetay koi koi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;App to bas main aik khabbar hoon&lt;br /&gt;Gardish main hoon rahguzar hoon&lt;br /&gt;Toofaan hoon main tera darr hoon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chal pari hay kal ki kohi&lt;br /&gt;Himaat hay to rokay koi&lt;br /&gt;Main nay rona chorr dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main nay rona chorr dia…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girtay patoon nay aas hay bhari&lt;br /&gt;Kal na ayegi kabhi&lt;br /&gt;Bandho dharas ab waqt hay yahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kar guzro sab kuch abhi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gardish main hay mousm sabhi&lt;br /&gt;Theeri nahi rokay nahi&lt;br /&gt;Rasm-e-dunia hay to yahi&lt;br /&gt;Pohnchay koi koi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teri batoon nay dil torra&lt;br /&gt;To nay dekha or moun morra&lt;br /&gt;Badal garja thorra thorra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pani barsa ye dil tarsa&lt;br /&gt;Par jab beta thorra arsa&lt;br /&gt;Main nay rona chor dia..&lt;br /&gt;Main nay rona chor dia…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-2825691318500809932?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/2825691318500809932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=2825691318500809932' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/2825691318500809932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/2825691318500809932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2011/03/rona-chod-diya.html' title='Rona Chod Diya'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/MAgoRxKYLco/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-4944918170433692085</id><published>2010-12-04T19:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-07T18:59:22.027+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Your Booty.... / Gaurav</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TP42MvaLMmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/k6nDMZHTWoI/s1600/blg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 211px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TP42MvaLMmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/k6nDMZHTWoI/s320/blg.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547931383479612002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;On the barren lands of my thoughts,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;You walk barefoot… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;Everyday you get blisters on your feet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And you fight everyday with the animal inside me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But I never saw the pain on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The bush with thrones that lies between,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;The difference of our decisions,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;You get stuck between them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;You fall in the attempt to move ahead,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But I never saw the pain on your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;And I am the silent one,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;No, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;the dumb one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;I see everything - I feel everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;But I can’t say the word that I always want to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;That you deserve more than everything in the world,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;That is not a reward but the booty of the Victor….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;“THANK YOU”&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-4944918170433692085?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/4944918170433692085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=4944918170433692085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/4944918170433692085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/4944918170433692085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2010/12/on-barren-lands-of-my-thoughts-you-walk.html' title='Your Booty.... / Gaurav'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TP42MvaLMmI/AAAAAAAAAW4/k6nDMZHTWoI/s72-c/blg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-4616817111691730574</id><published>2010-06-24T11:52:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-16T20:42:43.187+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Last Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TCL5xpICp0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/I2EIWt8zdgY/s1600/girl.PNG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; 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color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Last Monday, when you and me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Were together,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And the Sun was sliding from the hill,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A watch was tied to your wrist,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Few minutes just slipped from it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I picked up those minutes and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;kept them in my pocket,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I tried that you didn’t see it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;You are with your parents,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today when I am away from you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wander with these minutes with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In the city buses, on the roads,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;In my office staircase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I insert my hand into pocket frequently after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Some intervals,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Just to assure myself that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I didn’t drop any one of them,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Or none of them escaped from my possession&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;All these moments sound like the coins,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They don’t sound like ticking of watches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They always remind me of their presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And their value.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I smell them everyday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;They are the biggest reason behind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;My waking up every morning….. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-4616817111691730574?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/4616817111691730574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=4616817111691730574' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/4616817111691730574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/4616817111691730574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2010/06/last-saturday.html' title='Last Monday'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TCL5xpICp0I/AAAAAAAAAVU/I2EIWt8zdgY/s72-c/girl.PNG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-9183993504239755370</id><published>2010-05-28T18:35:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:46:25.319+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Hungry Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Why to blame Eyes only? Who is not hungry? Who is not starving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head to have the feeling of you,&lt;br /&gt;lips to kiss you,&lt;br /&gt;nose to have smell of you,&lt;br /&gt;hands to have one hug of yours when I try to dissolve you into me,&lt;br /&gt;chest is waiting to receive another passionate kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Who is not dying? Who is not starving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-9183993504239755370?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/9183993504239755370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=9183993504239755370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/9183993504239755370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/9183993504239755370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2010/05/hungry-eyes.html' title='Hungry Eyes'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-6130156465829404002</id><published>2010-05-16T00:06:00.007+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:46:03.671+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just a request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/S-7rlKjBdVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DCNsp67TpfI/s1600/sleepless.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471569621020669266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/S-7rlKjBdVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DCNsp67TpfI/s320/sleepless.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hey you... allow me to have just one night when you do not come to my dreams and let me sleep. I am having tough time. I can't handle all the challenges together. I am not a superman. Don’t you have something else to do? I have spent enough nights sleepless. I can’t tolerate more. I have my own limitations. My own boundaries. I am getting tired. I am too human; I have many commitments to keep. Just allow me some nights without you. Without your fragrance, without your glow, without your smell. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;!--?xml:namespace prefix = o /--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-6130156465829404002?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/6130156465829404002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=6130156465829404002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/6130156465829404002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/6130156465829404002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2010/05/just-request.html' title='Just a request'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/S-7rlKjBdVI/AAAAAAAAAUM/DCNsp67TpfI/s72-c/sleepless.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-7006032933049567630</id><published>2010-04-18T23:04:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:30:47.880+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Survival Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/S8tDAi-K3uI/AAAAAAAAAT4/hT71L5ATpNQ/s1600/girl-sketch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461532649783484130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/S8tDAi-K3uI/AAAAAAAAAT4/hT71L5ATpNQ/s320/girl-sketch.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It will happen for a while...&lt;br /&gt;The voice full of life&lt;br /&gt;will come for a second,&lt;br /&gt;will cross by your side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and your chest will be wrapped in fire&lt;br /&gt;you will just sigh.&lt;br /&gt;your will remember the time passed by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go breathless like a patient of asthama.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for my life in the air.&lt;br /&gt;And I find myself denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My soul whispers and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: normal" class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p style="DISPLAY: inline !important" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;complains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to console it,&lt;br /&gt;I am denied..my buddy...&lt;br /&gt;it is not my fault&lt;br /&gt;I am forbidden to call my life&lt;br /&gt;My life is dissoved into the air.&lt;br /&gt;However strong I cough...&lt;br /&gt;however I try to gasp the maximum air I can...&lt;br /&gt;I will choke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know which country you live...&lt;br /&gt;the country is out of my reach...&lt;br /&gt;the smell of the air that comes filtered of your hair...&lt;br /&gt;with the hope of my life...&lt;br /&gt;you sing in the language unknown...&lt;br /&gt;but all the songs are tangled in your&lt;br /&gt;beautiful body and your soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have only one song in my memory&lt;br /&gt;and that is your laugh in never&lt;br /&gt;dying tune of fifth note of music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-7006032933049567630?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/7006032933049567630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=7006032933049567630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/7006032933049567630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/7006032933049567630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2010/04/survival-search.html' title='Survival Search'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/S8tDAi-K3uI/AAAAAAAAAT4/hT71L5ATpNQ/s72-c/girl-sketch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-8730069672388054477</id><published>2010-04-06T18:07:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:31:33.157+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Random Contours/ Gaurav</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/S7ssDOJTPKI/AAAAAAAAATo/YWFt2g5sTSc/s1600/09077.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 258px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457003807337823394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/S7ssDOJTPKI/AAAAAAAAATo/YWFt2g5sTSc/s320/09077.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,51);font-size:130%;" &gt;If you are not here with me&lt;br /&gt;then lost in whose words I,&lt;br /&gt;forget to close the running tap&lt;br /&gt;when I shave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whose warm smell fills my cold room,&lt;br /&gt;and I run searching for&lt;br /&gt;lighted up incense Stick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose breathes slide on my chest,&lt;br /&gt;and whose dew drops make my cheeks wet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can fool others,&lt;br /&gt;but not me,&lt;br /&gt;I know,&lt;br /&gt;you live here only,&lt;br /&gt;with me in my room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-8730069672388054477?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/8730069672388054477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=8730069672388054477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/8730069672388054477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/8730069672388054477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2010/04/random-contours-gaurav.html' title='Random Contours/ Gaurav'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/S7ssDOJTPKI/AAAAAAAAATo/YWFt2g5sTSc/s72-c/09077.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-7969411108233348721</id><published>2009-12-23T17:51:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:47:34.837+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Adieu / Gaurav</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SzIMFdRmCSI/AAAAAAAAARk/X1hkJej8lqE/s1600-h/Sad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418406589577431330" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 318px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SzIMFdRmCSI/AAAAAAAAARk/X1hkJej8lqE/s320/Sad.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;I held the corpse of my hopes&lt;br /&gt;tightly to my heart&lt;br /&gt;I have been sad for ages.&lt;br /&gt;You shocked me every time,&lt;br /&gt;and I devastated myself.&lt;br /&gt;I sighed and remembered you,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I saw any silken dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when close to my heart,&lt;br /&gt;there is a lonely sad cloud,&lt;br /&gt;of sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;you have come with the burning cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;to lit up the dead lamps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;this shout of renewal of love,&lt;br /&gt;is not good for my frustrated life,&lt;br /&gt;the flowers once I selected for your feet,&lt;br /&gt;I don't have even their bleak picture in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a accumulated sadness has covered&lt;br /&gt;my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;Inside me there is no hope.&lt;br /&gt;My helpless life has been&lt;br /&gt;pressed under the excessive&lt;br /&gt;burden o frustration.&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/5398927141891778891-7969411108233348721?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/7969411108233348721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=7969411108233348721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/7969411108233348721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/7969411108233348721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2009/12/adieu-gaurav.html' title='Adieu / Gaurav'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SzIMFdRmCSI/AAAAAAAAARk/X1hkJej8lqE/s72-c/Sad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-790870877973041448</id><published>2009-10-03T17:52:00.021+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:44:37.106+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>To My AGAPE..../Gaurav</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;Hey my Agape,&lt;br /&gt;Where have you been for so many days? Seems so busy... really??? So busy that even you don't have time to come to my dreams and make my night sleepless. Even I wonder. How was I able not to remember you, recall the time spent with you. Last night I was thinking about it only. And last night I penned down my fantasy that I have for so long. May be this will set you angry... hope you will forgive me as you have always done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0)"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(51,0,0)"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;"When I wake up&lt;br /&gt;and find your laughing wet face&lt;br /&gt;The dew drops raining from your hair&lt;br /&gt;kiss my face&lt;br /&gt;and the creses on the bed are glowing like you&lt;br /&gt;and the pillow smelling like your hair.&lt;br /&gt;And I dive deep into the pillow to have a bit of you.&lt;br /&gt;and suddenly you look at&lt;br /&gt;the tea getting cold&lt;br /&gt;and you complain&lt;br /&gt;how much effort it takes to prepare morning tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then only I will understand,&lt;br /&gt;how worthy my madness is&lt;br /&gt;about you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-790870877973041448?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/790870877973041448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=790870877973041448' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/790870877973041448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/790870877973041448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-agape.html' title='To My AGAPE..../Gaurav'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-5348571351008451433</id><published>2009-09-11T17:44:00.013+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:35:51.180+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Music'/><title type='text'>To My Honeylips...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;If one day you feel like crying,Call me. I dont promise you that, I will make you laugh. But I will cry even before you will.&lt;br /&gt;If one day you dont want to listen to anybody, call me. I promise to be very quiet. And I'll turn into an Ear.&lt;br /&gt;But... If one day you call and there is no answer. Get some time to see me. Perhaps I need you.&lt;br /&gt;And I know, I will not find you there;as I have always done.&lt;br /&gt;But you know my Honeylips, this will not refrain me from loving you. I can hold my emotions... but just tell me how can I defy the instinct. Yes... loving you has become my instinct.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why I feel like keeping the silence when I am with you... alone. All alone. And I just love to keep looking your face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EFYV5cg8sjE&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a feeling I can't explain &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;whenever your eyes meet mine &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;My heart spins in circles &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I lose all space and time &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that we're standing face to face&lt;br /&gt;something tells me it's gonna be OK&lt;br /&gt;that I'm ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;ready to hold my heart open wide&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise forever&lt;br /&gt;but baby I'll try&lt;br /&gt;'Coz I'm ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you've been watching&lt;br /&gt;choosing the moment&lt;br /&gt;I've been dreaming of that day&lt;br /&gt;no one before you has gotten to me this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that we're standing face to face&lt;br /&gt;something that I need to say&lt;br /&gt;and I'm ready to fall in love tonite&lt;br /&gt;ready to hold my heart open wide&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise forever but baby I'll try&lt;br /&gt;'Coz I'm ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is certain&lt;br /&gt;this I know&lt;br /&gt;wherever we're heading&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't promise forever but baby I'll try&lt;br /&gt;cuz I'm ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;yes I'm ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;yes I'm ready to fall in love tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-5348571351008451433?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/5348571351008451433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=5348571351008451433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5348571351008451433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5348571351008451433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2009/09/to-my-honeylips.html' title='To My Honeylips...'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-5279164662912802861</id><published>2009-08-07T10:23:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:37:22.238+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Music'/><title type='text'>Kuchh iss tarah...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;There are times when somebody, swifter than the thoughts runs in your veins alongwith the blood. Someone lighter than the air, comes into your arms and want to roam around. Someone smells prettier than the best smell and you want to dive your nose into that black straight silk and wish you never wake up. You empty yourself every night with her. But in the morning, you find yourself filled with her again. She becomes the first thought of the day when you open your eyes. And then you close your eyes again, just to recall the intimate moments that you spent with her. Holding her hands or looking into her eyes or hugging her or kissing her like the craziest person in the whole solar system. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;If you loved her in that way, then how can you see her even a little bit of pain, wheather it be physical or psychological. To get her out of pain what will you do?? You will do whatever you can. And when human efforts are not enough, they do not seem to be working then?? Sometimes the bloody norms come in between and you can't do anything you plan for. You rush to some supernatural entity, with the plea to get her out of that grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wish if her all pains are awarded to you, and you accept them all with a big Thank to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to a song that I like very much. Sung by great Pakistani singer Atif Aslam. And the feelings of mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed height="344" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Gr5MO8L-288&amp;amp;hl=" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" fs="1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de...&lt;br /&gt;aansu tere saare meri palakon pe saja de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de...&lt;br /&gt;aansu tere saare meri palakon pe saja de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de...&lt;br /&gt;aansu tere saare meri palakon pe saja de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tu har ghadi har waqt mere saath raha hain...&lt;br /&gt;haan ye jism kabhi door kabhi paas raha hain...&lt;br /&gt;jo bhi ghum hain ye tere unhe tu mera pata de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de...&lt;br /&gt;aansu tere saare meri palakon pe saja de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mujhko to tere chehare pe ye ghum nahi jhachta&lt;br /&gt;jaayiz nahi lagta mujhe ghum se tera rishta&lt;br /&gt;sun meri guzarish ise chehare se hata de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sun meri guzarish ise chehare se hata de&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kuch is tarah teri palkein meri palkon se mila de...&lt;br /&gt;aansu tere saare meri palakon pe saja de...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;[English translation with my best efforts...]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let your eyelashes meet mine in the way,&lt;br /&gt;That all your teardrops come on my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have been with me, all moments, in all time&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this body has sometimes been far, sometimes near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever sadness you have, give them my address&lt;br /&gt;I don't like the sorrow on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't feel that the sadness on your face is justified&lt;br /&gt;Listen to my request, just eliminate them from your face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-5279164662912802861?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/5279164662912802861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=5279164662912802861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5279164662912802861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5279164662912802861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2009/08/kuchh-iss-tarah.html' title='Kuchh iss tarah...'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-7587219351860429037</id><published>2009-07-03T21:13:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:38:10.953+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Music'/><title type='text'>Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Judy Garland</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;"Over the Rainbow" (often referred to as "Somewhere Over the Rainbow") is a classic ballad song with music by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Harold Arlen" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Harold_Arlen"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Harold Arlen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt; and lyrics by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="mw-redirect" title="E.Y. Harburg" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/E.Y._Harburg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;E.Y. Harburg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;. It was written for the movie &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="The Wizard of Oz (1939 film)" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Wizard_of_Oz_%281939_film%29"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,153);font-size:130%;" &gt;The Wizard of Oz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;, and was sung by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="Judy Garland" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Judy_Garland"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,102);font-size:130%;" &gt;Judy Garland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt; in that movie. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;This movie and the song has been a legacy... a milestone and touching everyone's softest corner of the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,51,0);font-size:130%;" &gt;In the film, part of the song is played by the MGM orchestra over the opening credits. about 20 minutes later, Garland, in the role of Dorothy, sings Over the Rainbow after unsuccessfully trying to get her aunt and uncle to listen to her regarding an unpleasant incident involving Dorothy's dog Toto and the nasty spinster Miss Gulch, whom Toto bit after she struck him with a rake. Dorothy's Aunt Em tells her to "find a place where you won't get yourself into any trouble", prompting the girl to walk off by herself and sing the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the bravity to dream... innocent dreams, Hopes[against all the hopes], desire to steal some time from the world. The smell that passes through you like a wave, the eyes that peeps into your soul and the touch that penetrates your body and reaches to your bones. The time to be what you are, the time to be happy, the time to have the complete tranquility, the time to be ecstactic. The time when the time falls short... always, the time the universe moves faster and you feel static... but you live your life in that moment... in that minute. And may be the place that offers that moment is "SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0-um0pHTAg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/F0-um0pHTAg&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.&lt;br /&gt;There's a land that I heard of Once in a lullaby.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.&lt;br /&gt;And the dreams that you dare to dream&lt;br /&gt;Really do come true.&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far Behind me.&lt;br /&gt;Where troubles melt like lemon drops, Away above the chimney tops.&lt;br /&gt;That's where you'll find me.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly. Birds fly over the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Why then - oh, why can't I?&lt;br /&gt;If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;Why, oh, why can't I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-7587219351860429037?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/7587219351860429037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=7587219351860429037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/7587219351860429037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/7587219351860429037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2009/07/somewhere-over-rainbow-judy-garland.html' title='Somewhere Over The Rainbow - Judy Garland'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-1889527688709341424</id><published>2009-05-07T19:05:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:26:51.152+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Music'/><title type='text'>I'm easy - Keith Carradine from Robert Altman's Nashville 1975</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Things visible on the surface are not the same at the base. And many times the opposite is also true. And when it comes to movies, who else can depict it better than &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" com="" contents="" directors="" 05="" html=""&gt;Robert Altman&lt;/a&gt;. Released in 1975, directed by &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" herf="http://archive.sensesofcinema.com/contents/directors/05/altman.html"&gt;Robert Altman,&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a herf="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nashville_(film)"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Nashville&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;is a musical film. A winner of many awards, selected for preservation in the United States National Film Registry, &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Nashville&lt;/span&gt; is generally considered to be one of Altman's best films. The film revolves around 24 main characters with many parallel storylines and strong symphony. It is also a window for contemporary American country music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the best part is the song written, composed and sung by &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);" herf="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keith_Carradine"&gt;Keith Carradine&lt;/a&gt; which won him the Oscar for Best Original Song for writing the tune. I found the song on youtube. Listened. Sung along. And felt. Just compare it with "jai Ho". It is fully composed on guitar only. No huge orchestra. Yes, simplicity has its own Prowess. And look at the lyrics and young dashing&lt;a herf="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keith_Carradine"&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Keith Carradine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; himself on the screen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6KZ8PRWChb8&amp;amp;hl=" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" fs="1&amp;amp;" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's not my way to love you just when no one's lookin'/&lt;br /&gt;It's not my way to take your hand if I'm not sure/&lt;br /&gt;It's not my way to let you see what's goin' on inside of me/&lt;br /&gt;When it's a love you won't be needing if you're not free/&lt;br /&gt;Please stop pullin' at my sleeve if you're just playin'/&lt;br /&gt;If you won't take the things you make me wanna give/&lt;br /&gt;I never cared too much for games and this one's drivin' me insane/&lt;br /&gt;You're not half as free to wander as you claim/&lt;br /&gt;But I'm easy/&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give the word I'll play your game as though that's how it oughta be/&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm easy/&lt;br /&gt;Don't lead me on if there's nowhere for you to take me/&lt;br /&gt;If lovin' you would have to be a sometime thing/&lt;br /&gt;I can't put bars on my insides/&lt;br /&gt;My love is somethin' I can't hide/&lt;br /&gt;It still hurts when I recall the times I've tried/&lt;br /&gt;But I'm easy/&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and pull me down/&lt;br /&gt;I won't put up any fight because I'm easy/&lt;br /&gt;Don't do me favors let me watch you from a distance/&lt;br /&gt;'Cause when you're near I find it hard to keep my head/&lt;br /&gt;And when your eyes throw light at mine it's enough to change my mind/&lt;br /&gt;Make me leave my cautious words and ways behind/&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm easy/&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say you want me I'll come runnin' without takin'time to think/&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm easy/&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm easy/&lt;br /&gt;Take my hand and pull me down/&lt;br /&gt;I won't put up any fight/&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm easy/&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm easy/&lt;br /&gt;Give the word I'll play your game as though that's how it oughta be/&lt;br /&gt;Because I'm easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-1889527688709341424?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/1889527688709341424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=1889527688709341424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/1889527688709341424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/1889527688709341424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2009/05/im-easy-keith-carradine-from-robert.html' title='I&apos;m easy - Keith Carradine from Robert Altman&apos;s Nashville 1975'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-398286569452017445</id><published>2009-01-12T13:45:00.015+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:29:36.272+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>I saw you for infinite times / Gaurav</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SXcT0yK404I/AAAAAAAAADc/6L4IR8FZgAI/s1600-h/swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293721684538872706" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 155px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SXcT0yK404I/AAAAAAAAADc/6L4IR8FZgAI/s320/swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I saw you for infinite times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But the eyes are not satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;My heart has limits but your beauty has not,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;So I couldn't accommodate the later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;The snake charmer himself was charmed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Water was in subconscious with the beauty of fish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I licked the dew drops on the leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;and grass top too...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But there was a thirst for another drop&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Which never ended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I saw you for infinite times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But the eyes are not satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Words, beauty, essence, smell...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Everything is spread in you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In your each atom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Your shyness was the...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Gloden ray of evening...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I saw them when they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Scattering over the hills and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Illuminating them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I saw you for infinite times,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;But the eyes are not satisfied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am unable to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-398286569452017445?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/398286569452017445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=398286569452017445' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/398286569452017445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/398286569452017445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-saw-you-for-infinite-times.html' title='I saw you for infinite times / Gaurav'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SXcT0yK404I/AAAAAAAAADc/6L4IR8FZgAI/s72-c/swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-5906473018713568682</id><published>2009-01-02T11:08:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:48:40.325+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Extinction / Gaurav</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SV2ogGB-C-I/AAAAAAAAADM/u6g361NYCfo/s1600-h/GirlDark.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; display: block; height: 316px;" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286566806930983906" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SV2ogGB-C-I/AAAAAAAAADM/u6g361NYCfo/s320/GirlDark.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Looking continuously from&lt;br /&gt;the surface of water,&lt;br /&gt;The spots in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;make eddies inside me&lt;br /&gt;And that water is nothing but&lt;br /&gt;a Sad morning&lt;br /&gt;Spread over the sand of sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I am totally confused&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all the eddies and all the spots&lt;br /&gt;autumn has occupied all&lt;br /&gt;the brances on the tree&lt;br /&gt;no leaf is there...&lt;br /&gt;And this clumsy morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watered eyes like a fish&lt;br /&gt;dust of Setting sun&lt;br /&gt;you have another name - Flame&lt;br /&gt;Before writing it&lt;br /&gt;It sets me on fire everytime and&lt;br /&gt;it pours my ashes into the&lt;br /&gt;Endless river of sand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a road runs silently beside me to that infinity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foggy morning is your name too,&lt;br /&gt;You are a pearl sown deep inside my Soul,&lt;br /&gt;There is no face of tears,&lt;br /&gt;And no face of milky wind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is like&lt;br /&gt;Looking at myself...&lt;br /&gt;In the mirrors of dew drops...&lt;br /&gt;Residing on the top of grasses...&lt;br /&gt;When the sun will come up...&lt;br /&gt;My existance will be extinguished...&lt;br /&gt;By the sun rays...&lt;br /&gt;With the dew drops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-5906473018713568682?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/5906473018713568682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=5906473018713568682' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5906473018713568682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5906473018713568682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2009/01/looking-continuously-from-surface-of.html' title='Extinction / Gaurav'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SV2ogGB-C-I/AAAAAAAAADM/u6g361NYCfo/s72-c/GirlDark.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-4718840024080031436</id><published>2008-12-31T12:31:00.018+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:48:54.078+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>My Incompleteness / Gaurav</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285846287671395266" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 341px; height: 275px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SVsZMWn4g8I/AAAAAAAAADE/8bgOV9kj0EA/s320/swing.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amidst of waving curtains of fog and darkness,&lt;br /&gt;The memory is ticking,&lt;br /&gt;All these days have been absorbed into the cold walls,&lt;br /&gt;You always escape from my hug,&lt;br /&gt;I wake up in unconciousness,&lt;br /&gt;And I try to cover you with my incompleteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has always been tough for me&lt;br /&gt;To break the talisman of your breathe&lt;br /&gt;And cross that cloud.&lt;br /&gt;I am freezed&lt;br /&gt;In this flying smoke&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cursed...&lt;br /&gt;I want to sway my throbs into the wind...&lt;br /&gt;But I know where my borders are.&lt;br /&gt;My hands can't reach yours...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be getting holes after holes&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere on left side of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;And you will keep spreading the rains&lt;br /&gt;somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;But amidst of that rain if you have time,&lt;br /&gt;Just have a look on the shadow...&lt;br /&gt;that will be created on&lt;br /&gt;The surface of water that you will pour...&lt;br /&gt;It will swing at the tunes of your&lt;br /&gt;Innocent laugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep dying&lt;br /&gt;in small installments,&lt;br /&gt;This is the way life kills...&lt;br /&gt;Death is so innocent...&lt;br /&gt;Death is just...&lt;br /&gt;It kills once only... and everyone.&lt;br /&gt;I will drown myself with some hope&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be finished&lt;br /&gt;If you will ever ask me&lt;br /&gt;To vacate this land of incompleteness.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-4718840024080031436?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/4718840024080031436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=4718840024080031436' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/4718840024080031436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/4718840024080031436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-incompleteness-gaurav.html' title='My Incompleteness / Gaurav'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SVsZMWn4g8I/AAAAAAAAADE/8bgOV9kj0EA/s72-c/swing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-2130793330689149691</id><published>2008-12-29T14:33:00.012+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:28:54.825+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Music'/><title type='text'>A Kiss is a Terrible Thing to Waste / Meat Loaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 0); text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6dbUyp61U9E&amp;amp;hl=" fs="1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you listen, to the night&lt;br /&gt;You can hear the darkness call&lt;br /&gt;I can barely stand to wait&lt;br /&gt;I can barely stand at all&lt;br /&gt;C’mon closer to me now&lt;br /&gt;It’s like we’re sharing the same skin&lt;br /&gt;We gotta get out of this jail&lt;br /&gt;We gotta let the future in&lt;br /&gt;So many things in your life&lt;br /&gt;That your bound to regret&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I do that?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I do this?&lt;br /&gt;So many chances you lost&lt;br /&gt;That you’ll never forget&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I make it?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I take it right there?&lt;br /&gt;The loneliest words you’ll ever know&lt;br /&gt;If only-if only it was so&lt;br /&gt;The emptiest words that there’ll ever be:&lt;br /&gt;It could have been me. it could have been me&lt;br /&gt;The loneliest words you’ll ever know&lt;br /&gt;If only-if only it was so&lt;br /&gt;The emptiest words that there’ll ever be:&lt;br /&gt;It could have been me. it could have been me&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have to pay for it later&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t get it when it’s going for free&lt;br /&gt;Believe me -! believe me -!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste&lt;br /&gt;It’s something that’s always been so&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of these nights&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna show me that you already know&lt;br /&gt;There’s a feast waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve never even gotten a taste&lt;br /&gt;It’s later than you think and&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste!&lt;br /&gt;You shouldn’t tremble when we touch&lt;br /&gt;There’s no reason for these fears&lt;br /&gt;It’s a promise that was made&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been promised this for years&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you it all&lt;br /&gt;What to do and where and how!&lt;br /&gt;Cause we’ll never be as young as we are right now&lt;br /&gt;We’ll never be as young as we are right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many cries in the night&lt;br /&gt;That you try to ignore&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I do this?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I do that?&lt;br /&gt;So many unanswered prayers&lt;br /&gt;So many unopened doors&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I take it?&lt;br /&gt;Why didn’t I make it come true?&lt;br /&gt;The loneliest words you’ll ever know:&lt;br /&gt;If only - if only it was so&lt;br /&gt;The emptiest words that there’ll ever be:&lt;br /&gt;It could have been me&lt;br /&gt;It could have been me&lt;br /&gt;The loneliest words you’ll ever- know:&lt;br /&gt;If only - if only it was so&lt;br /&gt;The emptiest words that there’ll ever be:&lt;br /&gt;It could have been me&lt;br /&gt;It could have been me&lt;br /&gt;You’ll have to pay for it later:&lt;br /&gt;If you don’t get it when it’s going for free!&lt;br /&gt;Believe me! believe me, believe me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste&lt;br /&gt;It’s something that has always been so&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one of these nights&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna show you that you already know...&lt;br /&gt;There’s a feast waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve never even gotten a taste&lt;br /&gt;It’s later than, you think and&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste!&lt;br /&gt;There’s a feast waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve never even gotten a taste&lt;br /&gt;It’s later than you think and&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyre tracks and broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;That’s all we’re leaving behind!&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter what we’re losing&lt;br /&gt;It only matters what we’re going to find!&lt;br /&gt;Tyre tracks and broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;That’s all we’re leaving behind!&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter what we’re losing&lt;br /&gt;It only matters what we’re going to find!&lt;br /&gt;Tyre tracks and broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;That’s all we’re leaving behind!&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter what we’re losing&lt;br /&gt;It only matters what we’re going to find!&lt;br /&gt;Tyre tracks and broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;That’s all we’re leaving behind!&lt;br /&gt;It doesn’t matter what we’re losing&lt;br /&gt;It only matters what we’re going to find!&lt;br /&gt;There’s a feast waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;And you’ve never even gotten a taste&lt;br /&gt;It’s later than you think and&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste&lt;br /&gt;A kiss is a terrible thing to waste&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-2130793330689149691?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/2130793330689149691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=2130793330689149691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/2130793330689149691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/2130793330689149691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/12/kiss-is-terrible-thing-to-waste-meat.html' title='A Kiss is a Terrible Thing to Waste / Meat Loaf'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-8627670333780223994</id><published>2008-12-27T15:18:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:29:09.284+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Can I Touch You There... - Michael Bolton</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/CDuhQTAZy8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/CDuhQTAZy8E&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, show me what you feel&lt;br /&gt;Come to me, show me somethin' real&lt;br /&gt;I need to know, I need you completely&lt;br /&gt;(closer, baby, closer) Come on closer, baby (let's begin)&lt;br /&gt;Love is takin' over, gotta let it in&lt;br /&gt;Ooh and I need to feel the heart of you&lt;br /&gt;I need to reach the very deepest part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Can I touch you there, touch you deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Can I touch your heart, the way you're touchin' mine&lt;br /&gt;Can I touch you there, touch you deep within, oh&lt;br /&gt;Can I touch you there, can I touch you oh...(there)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooh Baby, tell me with your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Tell me every secret, darlin'&lt;br /&gt;Every deep desire, till you and I&lt;br /&gt;Are makin' love completely&lt;br /&gt;(closer,baby, closer) come on closer, baby,&lt;br /&gt;(can't be close enough)&lt;br /&gt;I can't help the way I hold you&lt;br /&gt;I just hunger for your love&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and I need to feel the heart of you&lt;br /&gt;I need to reach the deepest part of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna dois touch you, baby&lt;br /&gt;Touch you very soul insideof you&lt;br /&gt;Oooh and I need to feel the heart of you&lt;br /&gt;I need to reach the very deepest part of you&lt;br /&gt;Oh, let me be the one to show you&lt;br /&gt;Just what love can do&lt;br /&gt;Come on, baby, come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-8627670333780223994?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/8627670333780223994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=8627670333780223994' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/8627670333780223994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/8627670333780223994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/12/can-i-touch-you-there-michael-bolton.html' title='Can I Touch You There... - Michael Bolton'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-559133436627884078</id><published>2008-12-22T18:40:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:29:21.914+05:30</updated><title type='text'>SPIRAL STARECASE / MORE TODAY THAN YESTERDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYS1OiVRqEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zYS1OiVRqEY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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 align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember what day it was&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice what time it was&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that I fell in love with you&lt;br /&gt;And if all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day's a new day in love with you&lt;br /&gt;With each day comes a new way of loving you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I kiss your lips my mind starts to wander&lt;br /&gt;And if all my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;I'll be spending time with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love you more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But not as much as tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I love you more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But, darling, not as much as tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's date means springtime's just a day away&lt;br /&gt;Cupid, we don't need ya now, be on your way&lt;br /&gt;I thank the lord for love like ours that grows ever stronger&lt;br /&gt;And I always will be true&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I love you more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But not as much as tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I love you more today than yesterday&lt;br /&gt;But only half as much as tomorrow&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/5398927141891778891-559133436627884078?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/559133436627884078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=559133436627884078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/559133436627884078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/559133436627884078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-today-than-yesterday-goldfinger.html' title='SPIRAL STARECASE / MORE TODAY THAN YESTERDAY'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-5425913867514962636</id><published>2008-11-20T14:52:00.014+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:29:56.103+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>To... I don't know.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SSUvJf200DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q7fnMqvQb5M/s1600-h/z.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270670779123814450" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 241px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SSUvJf200DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q7fnMqvQb5M/s320/z.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Deep eyes so full of life,&lt;br /&gt;A wonder all of their own&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful and precious&lt;br /&gt;Oh!!! to see those eyes smile&lt;br /&gt;Such a beautiful sight&lt;br /&gt;How can I dare to look into those eyes&lt;br /&gt;When I look into them&lt;br /&gt;A kind of peace comes over me&lt;br /&gt;And I try to know&lt;br /&gt;Something about this pair of crystal balls,&lt;br /&gt;that reside just below your eyebrows,&lt;br /&gt;I want to measure the limits of these limitless eyes,&lt;br /&gt;But I am not so brave like Christopher Columbus,&lt;br /&gt;Neither I have Santa Maria,&lt;br /&gt;the ship on which Columbus tried to measure the Sea...&lt;br /&gt;So I've failed always..&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Crystal eyes&lt;br /&gt;Always haunting me...&lt;br /&gt;teasing me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;Reminding me of what I want...&lt;br /&gt;can't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why do they haunt me so...&lt;br /&gt;When will I be free of them&lt;br /&gt;Constantly held captive by&lt;br /&gt;those most beautiful creations of Almighty God,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful eyes&lt;br /&gt;Always there -&lt;br /&gt;A reminder of what I want...can't have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;A reminder of&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:lucida grande;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;...my checks...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How human I am with all my limitations...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;strong&gt;Such beautiful Deep eyes&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Your eyes...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-5425913867514962636?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/5425913867514962636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=5425913867514962636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5425913867514962636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5425913867514962636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-meenakshi-shah.html' title='To... I don&apos;t know.....'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SSUvJf200DI/AAAAAAAAAB4/q7fnMqvQb5M/s72-c/z.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-8539046302979868018</id><published>2008-08-28T11:54:00.010+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:30:08.964+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>LAST NIGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SLZFmPMp_WI/AAAAAAAAABw/aDTjo453MqE/s1600-h/bluemoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239451739709111650" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; cursor: pointer; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SLZFmPMp_WI/AAAAAAAAABw/aDTjo453MqE/s320/bluemoon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:Helvetica,Verdana,Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;dewdrops fell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;in a slow mist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;on the closed lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;of the delicate buds.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;In the intimate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;bed of flowers,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;under the scarf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;of the blue night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;the dewdrops gave wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;to fairy tales.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;A pair of twin souls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;swimming in the gentle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;chaos of the heart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;weighing the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;on their delicate wings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;it was a full moon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;dreams were luminous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;Last night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;I was with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;in my dreams....in my thoughts.....in my subconscious. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-8539046302979868018?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/8539046302979868018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=8539046302979868018' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/8539046302979868018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/8539046302979868018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/08/last-night.html' title='LAST NIGHT'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SLZFmPMp_WI/AAAAAAAAABw/aDTjo453MqE/s72-c/bluemoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-8852280039989653785</id><published>2008-07-21T13:44:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:30:30.931+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Lost Memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SIRGX98OchI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pp8kJrV3xbc/s1600-h/mancr.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225378845234721298" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SIRGX98OchI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pp8kJrV3xbc/s320/mancr.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;I was deranged to think you still could love me&lt;br /&gt;I was mad to think you’d still want me&lt;br /&gt;What am I but a lost memory to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My credulity that it was meant to be&lt;br /&gt;I locked it down and didn’t set it free&lt;br /&gt;What am I but a lost memory to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never would have believed you would hate me&lt;br /&gt;But now you show that harsh emotion clearly&lt;br /&gt;What am I but a lost memory to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stories I give you have no credibility&lt;br /&gt;So now I must live with this humility&lt;br /&gt;What am I but a lost memory to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some way to make you believe me&lt;br /&gt;I wish I was able to help you find your memory&lt;br /&gt;What am I but a lost memory to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There must be a way to detach my heart from thee,&lt;br /&gt;This isn’t the way that it is supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;What am I but a lost memory to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I assume the reason is that I am not me lovely&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I wish it was only my love you could see&lt;br /&gt;What am I but a lost memory to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the days were joyous when you loved me&lt;br /&gt;But now I am devoid of your love and I’m lonely&lt;br /&gt;What am I but a lost memory to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To love you my heart has always been my fee&lt;br /&gt;But now you forgot that only you can set it free&lt;br /&gt;What am I but a lost memory to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It may be impossible to find your old memory&lt;br /&gt;But maybe you can deice your heart for me.&lt;br /&gt;I can be more than a lost memory to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a way to cycle back to the old days of “We?”&lt;br /&gt;What an incredulously mad idea, you don’t love me&lt;br /&gt;What am I but a lost memory to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must deflate all of these silly dreams quickly&lt;br /&gt;Dispose of them before I am driven crazy&lt;br /&gt;Why am I a lost memory to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I must deploy to a sad world without thee&lt;br /&gt;And try, like you, to forget those happy memories&lt;br /&gt;I will always be a lost memory to you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-8852280039989653785?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/8852280039989653785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=8852280039989653785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/8852280039989653785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/8852280039989653785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-memories.html' title='Lost Memories'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/SIRGX98OchI/AAAAAAAAABo/Pp8kJrV3xbc/s72-c/mancr.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-8158976889287992241</id><published>2008-05-02T09:10:00.009+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-03T22:49:12.537+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Mirage</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I dance to the illusive mirages&lt;br /&gt;As i trudge on the desert sands&lt;br /&gt;My throat is dry&lt;br /&gt;Dry like these desert sands&lt;br /&gt;In this mirrors of mirage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirages illude me&lt;br /&gt;Like a dream&lt;br /&gt;I feel interned in this heat&lt;br /&gt;The desert....&lt;br /&gt;Trackless..&lt;br /&gt;Grim and grotesque&lt;br /&gt;I feel desolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But like a white rose&lt;br /&gt;Amidst blackjacks&lt;br /&gt;A refuge emerges&lt;br /&gt;In this mirrors of mirage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord...&lt;br /&gt;Make the deceptive mirages&lt;br /&gt;Vanish like dust in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Let them perish&lt;br /&gt;In this desert sands&lt;br /&gt;This mirrors and mirages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mirrors know me&lt;br /&gt;The mirage knows deception only&lt;br /&gt;In this confusing pull&lt;br /&gt;Of mirrors of mirage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trepidations fill my heart&lt;br /&gt;Tremors shake my tired limbs&lt;br /&gt;Terror terrorizes my whole being&lt;br /&gt;This feeling of confusion and uncertainity&lt;br /&gt;In this mirrors of mirage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Serpents hiss with sworn severity&lt;br /&gt;This mirages-deceptive even to them&lt;br /&gt;The desert harsh and horrendous&lt;br /&gt;They hiss with foreboding relentlessness&lt;br /&gt;In this mirrors of mirage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behold....&lt;br /&gt;Acacia trees everywhere&lt;br /&gt;Here and there&lt;br /&gt;Water...&lt;br /&gt;Here and there&lt;br /&gt;In this mirrors of mirage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the acacia trees&lt;br /&gt;Love grows and glows&lt;br /&gt;Like psychedellic lights&lt;br /&gt;In this mirages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water humms...&lt;br /&gt;Sottovace...&lt;br /&gt;Of the conquered heart..&lt;br /&gt;In this mirrors of mirage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-8158976889287992241?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/8158976889287992241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=8158976889287992241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/8158976889287992241'/><link 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name="_Toc8648203"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;With chaste heart, and pure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;eyes&lt;br /&gt;I celebrate you, my beauty,&lt;br /&gt;restraining my blood&lt;br /&gt;so that the line&lt;br /&gt;surges and follows&lt;br /&gt;your contour,&lt;br /&gt;and you bed yourself in my verse,&lt;br /&gt;as in woodland, or wave-spume:&lt;br /&gt;earth’s perfume,&lt;br /&gt;sea’s music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nakedly beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;whether it is your feet, arching&lt;br /&gt;at a primal touch&lt;br /&gt;of sound or breeze,&lt;br /&gt;or your ears,&lt;br /&gt;tiny spiral shells&lt;br /&gt;from the splendour of America’s oceans.&lt;br /&gt;Your breasts also,&lt;br /&gt;of equal fullness, overflowing&lt;br /&gt;with the living light&lt;br /&gt;and, yes,&lt;br /&gt;winged&lt;br /&gt;your eyelids of silken corn&lt;br /&gt;that disclose&lt;br /&gt;or enclose&lt;br /&gt;the deep twin landscapes of your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The line of your back&lt;br /&gt;separating you&lt;br /&gt;falls away into paler regions&lt;br /&gt;then surges&lt;br /&gt;to the smooth hemispheres&lt;br /&gt;of an apple,&lt;br /&gt;and goes splitting&lt;br /&gt;your loveliness&lt;br /&gt;into two pillars&lt;br /&gt;of burnt gold, pure alabaster,&lt;br /&gt;to be lost in the twin clusters of your feet,&lt;br /&gt;from which, once more, lifts and takes fire&lt;br /&gt;the double tree of your symmetry:&lt;br /&gt;flower of fire, open circle of candles,&lt;br /&gt;swollen fruit raised&lt;br /&gt;over the meeting of earth and ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your body – from what substances&lt;br /&gt;agate, quartz, ears of wheat,&lt;br /&gt;did it flow, was it gathered,&lt;br /&gt;rising like bread&lt;br /&gt;in the warmth,&lt;br /&gt;and signalling hills&lt;br /&gt;silvered,&lt;br /&gt;valleys of a single petal, sweetnesses&lt;br /&gt;of velvet depth,&lt;br /&gt;until the pure, fine, form of woman&lt;br /&gt;thickened&lt;br /&gt;and rested there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not so much light that falls&lt;br /&gt;over the world&lt;br /&gt;extended by your body&lt;br /&gt;its suffocating snow,&lt;br /&gt;as brightness, pouring itself out of you,&lt;br /&gt;as if you were&lt;br /&gt;burning inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under your skin the moon is alive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-4214992046587144564?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/4214992046587144564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=4214992046587144564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/4214992046587144564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/4214992046587144564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/02/ode-to-your-beauty-pablo-neruda.html' title='Ode to your beauty / Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-7677333759146720206</id><published>2008-02-08T09:00:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:31:18.806+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Love grew up in me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R6vQgcRuc0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/hpotuHdip9E/s1600-h/moonpam.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164450653475337026" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R6vQgcRuc0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/hpotuHdip9E/s320/moonpam.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Love grew up in me&lt;br /&gt;like the moon between two palm-trees&lt;br /&gt;that have never embraced each other. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intimate murmur of two bodies&lt;br /&gt;made the cooing the sea-swell brings,&lt;br /&gt;but the voice and throat go stiffed,&lt;br /&gt;the lips turned to stone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So... I am silent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;The longing to encircle you&lt;br /&gt;keeps me alive,&lt;br /&gt;and my arms’ desire to reach out&lt;br /&gt;and grasp you hard...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;So hard and so close that we can exchange our heartbeats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and the moon passed&lt;br /&gt;and devoured my lonely body.&lt;br /&gt;And I am the ghost who searches&lt;br /&gt;for you and utters your name in dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;from far... So far that you can't hear... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-7677333759146720206?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/7677333759146720206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=7677333759146720206' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/7677333759146720206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/7677333759146720206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/02/love-ascended-between-us.html' title='Love grew up in me'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R6vQgcRuc0I/AAAAAAAAABQ/hpotuHdip9E/s72-c/moonpam.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-2434070843524199681</id><published>2008-02-05T09:53:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:32:33.218+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Music'/><title type='text'>Whisper of Heart......Goodbye Again / John Denver</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 0);"&gt;Today I am going to post a song by &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;John Denver&lt;/span&gt;, the following composition makes me feel if you want to go away from someone, but that person constantly comes to you... in thoughts... in dreams... you recall the time spent with her and you unconsciously get surprised if someone utters her name... now I can recall a couple of lines from a great poet before I go to the composition of John Denever. The couplet is like,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;Bechain wo hi nahi, bequaraar mai bhi hoon,&lt;br /&gt;aur zabaan kehti hai k saaraa kasoor usaka thaa,&lt;br /&gt;zamiir kehtaa hai k zimmedaar mai bhi hoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;[ Not only that person is restless, I also am equally desperate. And the tongue says that she/he is the guilty. But the heart says that I also am responsible.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;******************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vaVvjAKeOTQ&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vaVvjAKeOTQ&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It’s five o’clock this morning, and the sun is on the rise&lt;br /&gt;There’s frosting on the window pane, and sorrow in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;The stars are fading quietly, the night is nearly gone&lt;br /&gt;And so you turn away from me, and tears begin to come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s goodbye again, I’m sorry to be leavin’ you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;It’s goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why do we always fight when I have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems a shame to leave you now, the days are soft and warm&lt;br /&gt;I long to lay me down again, to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;I long to kiss the tears away, give you back the smile&lt;br /&gt;Other voices beckon me, to go a little while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s goodbye again, I’m sorry to be leavin’ you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;It’s goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why do we always fight when I have to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to go and see some friends of mine, some that I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Some who aren’t familiar with my name,&lt;br /&gt;It’s something that’s inside of me not hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;It’s anyone who listens to me sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if your hours are empty now, who am I to blame&lt;br /&gt;You think if I were always here, our love would be the same&lt;br /&gt;As it is the time we have, is worth the time alone&lt;br /&gt;And lying by your side, the greatest peace I’ve ever known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s goodbye again, I’m sorry to be leavin’ you&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye again, as if you didn’t know&lt;br /&gt;It’s goodbye again, and I wish you could tell me&lt;br /&gt;Why do we always fight when I have to go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-2434070843524199681?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/2434070843524199681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=2434070843524199681' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/2434070843524199681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/2434070843524199681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/02/goodbye-again-john-denver.html' title='Whisper of Heart......Goodbye Again / John Denver'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-1122902954687628265</id><published>2008-01-11T09:14:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:33:00.686+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Looking at a picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R4bn1EIkFAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YDoTcTlGqhE/s1600-h/dg.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154061722400855042" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R4bn1EIkFAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YDoTcTlGqhE/s320/dg.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Looking at a picture&lt;br /&gt;that was once colorful,&lt;br /&gt;now turns to grey.&lt;br /&gt;The faces that used&lt;br /&gt;to smile, turned away.&lt;br /&gt;The arms that held one-another&lt;br /&gt;fell at each others side.&lt;br /&gt;My memories that held&lt;br /&gt;this photo togther dies.&lt;br /&gt;The feeling of this picture&lt;br /&gt;was a joy but now&lt;br /&gt;tears fill My eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Always,&lt;br /&gt;Everything that has a begining has an end.&lt;br /&gt;These moments we spend.&lt;br /&gt;The secrets that are in&lt;br /&gt;me are deep.&lt;br /&gt;The secrets&lt;br /&gt;is what they strive to keep.&lt;br /&gt;Now as they sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I keep this photo and burn it into my head and my Heart&lt;br /&gt;The memories in these&lt;br /&gt;photo are now dead.&lt;br /&gt;The names of her&lt;br /&gt;now decay...but I want to always remember...&lt;br /&gt;My Lord!!! Will you bless me with this boon??&lt;br /&gt;Unike the momories in her minds blew away....&lt;br /&gt;And she made me the forgotten Past.&lt;br /&gt;My Lord!!!&lt;br /&gt;You made me to forget all the&lt;br /&gt;good and bad things...&lt;br /&gt;But I want to posses this memory&lt;br /&gt;as the most prized possession...&lt;br /&gt;My Lord!!! Will you bless me with this boon??&lt;br /&gt;please bless me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-1122902954687628265?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/1122902954687628265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=1122902954687628265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/1122902954687628265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/1122902954687628265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/01/looking-at-picture.html' title='Looking at a picture'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R4bn1EIkFAI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YDoTcTlGqhE/s72-c/dg.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-5562136762646728189</id><published>2008-01-11T08:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:33:00.731+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>I was looking at a photo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R4bi0EIkE_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uvYdw37gLaE/s1600-h/436692596_5bbdde5554%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154056207662846962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R4bi0EIkE_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uvYdw37gLaE/s320/436692596_5bbdde5554%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;I was looking at a photo,&lt;br /&gt;of my friend today,&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty shines out,&lt;br /&gt;in every way,&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes&lt;br /&gt;that show her pure soul&lt;br /&gt;Nose and mouth&lt;br /&gt;there’s beauty in it all&lt;br /&gt;That smile that&lt;br /&gt;takes my heart away...&lt;br /&gt;I love her more&lt;br /&gt;each and every day&lt;br /&gt;I know we will&lt;br /&gt;never be a part&lt;br /&gt;She has my soul&lt;br /&gt;she holds my heart&lt;br /&gt;She takes me to&lt;br /&gt;places no other could&lt;br /&gt;She is kind... gentle... loving and good&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was loosing her some days ago&lt;br /&gt;But I pray to God she is still alive&lt;br /&gt;No other would ever take her place&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the photo such a lovely face &lt;/font&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/5398927141891778891-5562136762646728189?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/5562136762646728189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=5562136762646728189' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5562136762646728189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5562136762646728189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-was-looking-at-photo.html' title='I was looking at a photo'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R4bi0EIkE_I/AAAAAAAAAAw/uvYdw37gLaE/s72-c/436692596_5bbdde5554%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-2872776468464931069</id><published>2007-12-10T15:53:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-25T14:40:21.952+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Others'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poetry'/><title type='text'>I can write the saddest poem of all tonight \ Pablo Neruda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R10XM8KHNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qkGFvKFBlAc/s1600-h/zzz.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; DISPLAY: block; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142291860601386178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R10XM8KHNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qkGFvKFBlAc/s320/zzz.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today I am recalling Pablo Neruda. A great poet....a great lover and a great fighter.Kudos. No more words for him. Just have a dip into his words.&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;*********************************************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write, for instance: "The night is full of stars,&lt;br /&gt;and the stars, blue, shiver in the distance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.&lt;br /&gt;[I feel it... greater chances are I am wrong]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On nights like this, I held her in my arms.&lt;br /&gt;I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She loved me, sometimes I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;How could I not have loved her large, still eyes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.&lt;br /&gt;To think I don't have her. To feel that I've lost her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hear the immense night, more immense without her.&lt;br /&gt;And the poem falls to the soul as dew to grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it matter that my love couldn't keep her.&lt;br /&gt;The night is full of stars and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all. Far away, someone sings. Far away.&lt;br /&gt;My soul is lost without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if to bring her near, my eyes search for her.&lt;br /&gt;My heart searches for her and she is not with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same night that whitens the same trees.&lt;br /&gt;We, we who were, we are the same no longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, true, but how much I loved her.&lt;br /&gt;My voice searched the wind to touch her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone else's. She will be someone else's.&lt;br /&gt;As she once belonged to my kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Her voice, her light body. Her infinite eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I no longer love her, true, but perhaps I love her.&lt;br /&gt;Love is so short and oblivion so long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because on nights like this I held her in my arms,&lt;br /&gt;my soul is lost without her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although this may be the last pain she causes me,&lt;br /&gt;and this may be the last poem I write for her. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-2872776468464931069?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/2872776468464931069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=2872776468464931069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/2872776468464931069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/2872776468464931069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-can-write-saddest-poem-of-all-tonight.html' title='I can write the saddest poem of all tonight \ Pablo Neruda'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/R10XM8KHNMI/AAAAAAAAAAo/qkGFvKFBlAc/s72-c/zzz.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-847416648741404116</id><published>2007-12-07T13:42:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:33:00.740+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Music'/><title type='text'>Sacrifice \ Elton John</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Once I heard a song by legendry Elton John. Long back. I can't recall even the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just see the video and listen to the song. Both complement each other. And in between...... comes Elton....like someone speaking the language of Time.......dressed like an Irish playing a Bagpiper..... A great song by a Great Artist.&lt;br /&gt;Released in November 1989, Sacrifice only managed to reach number 55 in the charts. However, the song was re-released in June 1990, with proceeds going to several AIDS charities. And rest is the history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It makes you feel something deep inside your heart. If your heart aches....if you feel your 'ego' is pulling you away from your beloved one......then this song may be an ice on the blister. May be it will kindle the love for him/her.&lt;br /&gt;See the video and listen to the song........ a really RARE combination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvS775mdNyk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FvS775mdNyk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/7e957903-b68d-43b7-819b-1f853ebfedb7&amp;amp;theName=elton john- sacrifice&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" bgcolor="#000" quality="high" width="328" height="94"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="padding-left: 2px; 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width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTcwMjQ*NTcwMTUmcD*4Njk1MSZkPXZpZXdlck1QMyZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Music by Elton John&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by Bernie Taupin&lt;br /&gt;Album: Sleeping with the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"  &gt;It’s a human sign&lt;br /&gt;When things go wrong&lt;br /&gt;When the scent of her lingers&lt;br /&gt;And temptation’s strong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the boundary&lt;br /&gt;Of each married man&lt;br /&gt;Sweet deceit comes calling&lt;br /&gt;And negativity lands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold cold heart&lt;br /&gt;Hard done by you&lt;br /&gt;Some things look better baby&lt;br /&gt;Just passing through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it’s no sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Just a simple word&lt;br /&gt;It’s two hearts living&lt;br /&gt;In two separate worlds&lt;br /&gt;But it’s no sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;No sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;It’s no sacrifice at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mutual misunderstanding&lt;br /&gt;After the fact&lt;br /&gt;Sensitivity builds a prison&lt;br /&gt;In the final act&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lose direction&lt;br /&gt;No stone unturned&lt;br /&gt;No tears to damn you&lt;br /&gt;When jealousy burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-847416648741404116?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/847416648741404116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=847416648741404116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/847416648741404116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/847416648741404116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2007/12/sacrifice-elton-john.html' title='Sacrifice \ Elton John'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-4809440376085106540</id><published>2007-12-05T12:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:33:00.747+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Favourite Music'/><title type='text'>Colourblind / Darius.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;Today I was surfing the net and suddenly came across a video of one of my favourite songs in English. My affair with this song goes a bit back. When for the first time, I heard this song I was a teenaged guy..... and had some natural feelings induced by age.....yup...the scent of first night of universe :-) . And I found this song quite soothing that feeling. I always use to dream that 'she' is somewhere and I meet her. There was so much fog condensed at her face that I couldn't see her face. But I was able to recall her enthralling eyes, captivating lips, bewitching smell and.......................and then I was unable to meet her in this physical world.............and I couldn't see any other girl...............................I think I am crossing the limits...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am sharing that song's video and the lyrics. Please bear it.......&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVCPlCP_iBA&amp;amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/lVCPlCP_iBA&amp;amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#000000" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;embed pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" src="http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/esnips_player.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" quality="high" bgcolor="#000" flashvars="theTheme=blue&amp;amp;autoPlay=no&amp;amp;theFile=http://www.esnips.com//nsdoc/20e368ee-7be4-494f-87d2-701ec4738188&amp;amp;theName=colourblind&amp;amp;thePlayerURL=http://res0.esnips.com/escentral/images/widgets/flash/mp3WidgetPlayer.swf" width="328" height="94"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;table style="padding-left: 2px; 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width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/JnB*PTExOTcwMjQyMDM3NTEmcD*4Njk1MSZkPXZpZXdlck1QMyZuPWJsb2dnZXI=.jpg" border="0" width="0" height="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 0);"&gt;Colourblind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102); font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Feelin’ blue, while I’m trying to forget the feeling that I miss you&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ green, when the jealousy swells and it won’t go away in dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ yellow, I’m confused inside&lt;br /&gt;A little hazy but mellow when I feel your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ fine! sublime!&lt;br /&gt;When that smile of yours creeps into my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me you’d feel so good&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said you’d be so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Nobody warned me about your smile&lt;br /&gt;You’re the light, you’re the light&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m colour blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me colour blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ red, when you spend all your time with your friends and not me instead&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ black, when I think about all the things that I feel I lack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ jaded, when it’s not gone right&lt;br /&gt;All the colours have faded, then I feel your eyes on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelin’ fine! sublime!&lt;br /&gt;When that smile of yours creeps into my mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mm mm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me you’d feel so good&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said you’d be so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Nobody warned me about your smile&lt;br /&gt;You’re the light, you’re the light&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m colour blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me colour blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the light you shine, the colours fade completely&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by you every time, I feel your smile defeat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m colour blind&lt;br /&gt;I just can’t deny this feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me you’d feel so good&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said you’d be so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Nobody warned me about your smile&lt;br /&gt;You’re the light, you’re the light&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m colour blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody told me you’d feel so good&lt;br /&gt;Nobody said you’d be so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Nobody warned me about your smile&lt;br /&gt;You’re the light, you’re the light&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I’m colour blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me colour blind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m colour blind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5398927141891778891-4809440376085106540?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/4809440376085106540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=4809440376085106540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/4809440376085106540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/4809440376085106540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2007/12/colourblind-darius.html' title='Colourblind / Darius.....'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5398927141891778891.post-5399240628324170333</id><published>2007-10-17T13:08:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-07T14:33:00.754+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Self'/><title type='text'>Some Unsung Melodies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/RxW-voJdwHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7CaF3FS3XaM/s1600-h/sunset_1_bg_111602%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122209876644053106" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/RxW-voJdwHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7CaF3FS3XaM/s320/sunset_1_bg_111602%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Every night,&lt;br /&gt;when the silence flows on the streets,&lt;br /&gt;the darkness swears to freeze the world,&lt;br /&gt;the stars burn their blood to bring light…........&lt;br /&gt;these words get dropped out off my pen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I need you,&lt;br /&gt;And I want to say...................... no;&lt;br /&gt;I want to whisper,&lt;br /&gt;whisper in your ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes,&lt;br /&gt;I want to peep…&lt;br /&gt;peep into your eyes…&lt;br /&gt;and whisper…those unsung melodies of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;that my heart has possessed for so............... long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I,&lt;br /&gt;want to uncover-&lt;br /&gt;the torn canvas of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;that depicts the picture&lt;br /&gt;of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not ask you,&lt;br /&gt;to face the scorching sun with me,&lt;br /&gt;because I know,&lt;br /&gt;it is simply a Mirage, that I have run after so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold............&lt;br /&gt;hold your hands and walk,&lt;br /&gt;walk along with you,&lt;br /&gt;through this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to walk with you,&lt;br /&gt;far, far from this world,&lt;br /&gt;far from all the pains, satires, frustrations, chaos&lt;br /&gt;and fragile ecstasy and joys, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are not with me,&lt;br /&gt;and I know we can never be together,&lt;br /&gt;I want to Sway,&lt;br /&gt;Sway in the wind- the most valuable gems of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the hope that,&lt;br /&gt;the wind will shoulder&lt;br /&gt;all my messages,&lt;br /&gt;well to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even I hear&lt;br /&gt;some faint whispers,&lt;br /&gt;whispers in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;and I easily recognize-&lt;br /&gt;It's you,&lt;br /&gt;willing to say something.&lt;br /&gt;But I can't understand&lt;br /&gt;what do you want to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before meeting you,&lt;br /&gt;I was biting the dust,&lt;br /&gt;You taught me to live, to breathe, to dream and as you departed,&lt;br /&gt;now I am biting the bullet.&lt;br /&gt;My friend!&lt;br /&gt;please come to me,&lt;br /&gt;if possible for once&lt;br /&gt;and hold my hands&lt;br /&gt;and walk along with me…&lt;br /&gt;just a full night......all the night.......just one night......this&lt;br /&gt;night......&lt;br /&gt;and I will not ask for anything&lt;br /&gt;from my life- ever after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just, walk along with me.....&lt;br /&gt;I want to whisper......&lt;br /&gt;Whisper in the wind................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Once............and for once only....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This night...........one night....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;When all the lights are sleeping......&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/5398927141891778891-5399240628324170333?l=thepenalised.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/feeds/5399240628324170333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5398927141891778891&amp;postID=5399240628324170333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5399240628324170333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5398927141891778891/posts/default/5399240628324170333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenalised.blogspot.com/2007/10/some-unsung-melodies.html' title='Some Unsung Melodies'/><author><name>Gaurav Pratap</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10362911846922140789</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/TICJUCxVQFI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qPQtiy3KYQs/S220/6932_259819955649_664895649_8908361_6887495_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Zh6Elk42rvI/RxW-voJdwHI/AAAAAAAAAAU/7CaF3FS3XaM/s72-c/sunset_1_bg_111602%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
