<?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-6639691582033293014</id><updated>2011-09-08T14:24:55.654-07:00</updated><category term='Souvenirs'/><title type='text'>... And miles to go before I sleep...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tulika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254292611459896721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SAHrC0RbH7I/AAAAAAAAADw/R5Lw_THMWvQ/S220/Thoughtful.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639691582033293014.post-4188554841600480550</id><published>2011-03-24T23:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T00:24:30.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I feel...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTAGmvtAWds/TYxAp0_pjhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gWnS76-Q5PA/s1600/cheated.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 185px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587912325004365330" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTAGmvtAWds/TYxAp0_pjhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gWnS76-Q5PA/s320/cheated.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do I feel that I have been cheated...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A stab of deceit I feel so close, that a ruthless pain crosses my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though I thought I was quite far from it,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fate, yet again, has played its part.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A drop of tear is hidden in every smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And sorrow in every act juvenile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My mind stands cold with all the senses betrayed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My soul feels as hollow as the promises that were made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Spent hours to figure out what went wrong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How a beautiful life turned into a broken song...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walked miles ahead and reached no where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tried and lost, gave a cry of despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Nothing reached me out, no one held my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alone I was never, but lonely I do stand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And so now I walk under the copper sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Standing at the impasse of life and grief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Dissolved in the ocean of my own tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Finding peace in my numbness, for moments so brief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I search through the archives of my existence,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Trying to answer the question my mind repeated -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why, I say - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why do I feel that I have been cheated...&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/6639691582033293014-4188554841600480550?l=tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/4188554841600480550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-do-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/4188554841600480550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/4188554841600480550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2011/03/why-do-i-feel.html' title='Why do I feel...'/><author><name>Tulika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254292611459896721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SAHrC0RbH7I/AAAAAAAAADw/R5Lw_THMWvQ/S220/Thoughtful.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TTAGmvtAWds/TYxAp0_pjhI/AAAAAAAAAWI/gWnS76-Q5PA/s72-c/cheated.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639691582033293014.post-1942032518642795094</id><published>2010-01-03T12:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T13:03:52.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Beautiful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/S0EFZvYEAFI/AAAAAAAAANk/f_bzXGpb98U/s1600-h/wb.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422621366103048274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 281px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 207px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/S0EFZvYEAFI/AAAAAAAAANk/f_bzXGpb98U/s320/wb.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;There is Someone up there,&lt;br /&gt;Who has been so kind&lt;br /&gt;Generous with His blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Gracious and benign...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#666666;"&gt;I wandered around like a rambler.&lt;br /&gt;Partnering with Shallowness that life glozed over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all changed soon when you walked along.&lt;br /&gt;And offered to Joy, much higher variation.&lt;br /&gt;Took my hand as we started our journey,&lt;br /&gt;A journey they call Life, but we call Celebration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never was the heart so feverishly happy,&lt;br /&gt;Nor was the curve of our smile so deep.&lt;br /&gt;Together fear and delight pounce up so strong -&lt;br /&gt;As from "Me" to "Us" - "We" take the big leap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets grow old together with our unaging love,&lt;br /&gt;And build our days with all its grains.&lt;br /&gt;Lets discover perfection in life's simple flaws,&lt;br /&gt;And live every moment of bliss and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me or you don't - it ain't matter anymore -&lt;br /&gt;Is what I think as I stare into the oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling to myself, feeling at peace and contented -&lt;br /&gt;As already with you, am enjoying my union...&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/6639691582033293014-1942032518642795094?l=tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/1942032518642795094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-beautiful.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/1942032518642795094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/1942032518642795094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2010/01/life-is-beautiful.html' title='Life is Beautiful'/><author><name>Tulika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254292611459896721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SAHrC0RbH7I/AAAAAAAAADw/R5Lw_THMWvQ/S220/Thoughtful.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/S0EFZvYEAFI/AAAAAAAAANk/f_bzXGpb98U/s72-c/wb.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639691582033293014.post-3948208934666729572</id><published>2009-11-15T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T07:28:54.692-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sadist Philosopher...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SwAdnlDEj7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tSNobOoA_zM/s1600-h/tears.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5404352118641692594" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 235px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SwAdnlDEj7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tSNobOoA_zM/s320/tears.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Call it misery or the havoc of love!&lt;br /&gt;Or was it even love the way the world defines?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sorrow was, somewhere, a key to his content.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, he was around like no one else.&lt;br /&gt;An ego of sorts, enveloped us till no end,&lt;br /&gt;And yet in each other, our completeness dwells.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For longer than forever, a lot remained unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;Once in a while came the signs of calm.&lt;br /&gt;This tranquility with me was not the peace he made.&lt;br /&gt;But a war of silence that caught me unalarmed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was more than often that we fell apart.&lt;br /&gt;Spilling poison around, in the due course.&lt;br /&gt;But failing to sustain the distances for long,&lt;br /&gt;Reunited each time with a stronger force.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never was it stated, but somehow I knew -&lt;br /&gt;His pain was his comfort while mine, his beam.&lt;br /&gt;Never was it stated, but somehow he knew -&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of it all, he was my impossible dream...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought in many ways that I was not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;For, I am not where he belonged.&lt;br /&gt;Yet it hurts beyond cure to just let go&lt;br /&gt;With a heart disillusioned and all hopes forlorn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out he walked with a favor to ask &amp;amp; a cold smile of no return.&lt;br /&gt;Despite the tearing pain, I waited as I stood&lt;br /&gt;Steady as a statue and violently stern -&lt;br /&gt;I absorbed the venom of his rancid offer&lt;br /&gt;Though here I am -&lt;br /&gt;Still feeling high on my sadist philosopher...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SwAcDIWtQ9I/AAAAAAAAANA/iVL5G7lCQzg/s1600-h/tears.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6639691582033293014-3948208934666729572?l=tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SAHrC0RbH7I/AAAAAAAAADw/R5Lw_THMWvQ/S220/Thoughtful.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SwAdnlDEj7I/AAAAAAAAANQ/tSNobOoA_zM/s72-c/tears.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639691582033293014.post-4426169409994168875</id><published>2009-05-10T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T13:36:49.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT ANYMORE...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/Sgc6MvCy2SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D0P6YxW4VJM/s1600-h/new+one.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334296274104670498" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 147px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/Sgc6MvCy2SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D0P6YxW4VJM/s320/new+one.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A friendly restlessness my heart can sense,&lt;br /&gt;And choke me with life’s hideous essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have known this grief for a long time now,&lt;br /&gt;But not long enough to welcome it.&lt;br /&gt;I have felt solitude so close for a while&lt;br /&gt;And gradually, with it, have been comforted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain has surfaced with a blow so wild –&lt;br /&gt;Half loved, half cared, I walk alone.&lt;br /&gt;To a place where vacuum is defined by space&lt;br /&gt;And on the end of which, care &amp;amp; sadness galore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely incomplete, I reached the end,&lt;br /&gt;Where the dark enveloped me to scare me to the core,&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to break me down and celebrate my tears.&lt;br /&gt;But there was so much sorrow, that I couldn’t cry anymore…&lt;/em&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/6639691582033293014-4426169409994168875?l=tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/4426169409994168875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-anymore.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/4426169409994168875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/4426169409994168875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2009/05/not-anymore.html' title='NOT ANYMORE...'/><author><name>Tulika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254292611459896721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SAHrC0RbH7I/AAAAAAAAADw/R5Lw_THMWvQ/S220/Thoughtful.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/Sgc6MvCy2SI/AAAAAAAAAMg/D0P6YxW4VJM/s72-c/new+one.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639691582033293014.post-4645023570092203257</id><published>2009-01-18T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T06:49:28.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FOR YOU...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SXNA62A6quI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wmgAKyERSFg/s1600-h/hand-hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292645366766414562" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SXNA62A6quI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wmgAKyERSFg/s320/hand-hearts.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Weird world, strange things…&lt;br /&gt;Except for the strange is pleasant now.&lt;br /&gt;A void soul now feels complete;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with the bliss of your silent vow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the music my heart plays;&lt;br /&gt;Turns out it’s your knock of togetherness.&lt;br /&gt;I feel secure and comforted;&lt;br /&gt;To find it’s your warm, gentle caress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how left alone I am&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts become my company.&lt;br /&gt;When I walk up to the mirror, and touch the glass;&lt;br /&gt;I find you become the extended me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a beauty to witness how lives transform…&lt;br /&gt;Where now, you and I have become the same.&lt;br /&gt;Where your dreams gradually have become my truth…&lt;br /&gt;And my interests have become your aim…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We walk as companions on the road of life.&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand for times eternal…&lt;br /&gt;And if your strength would ever weaken;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you mine to fight back survival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will hold you now to never let go; never let go of this completeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all my courage, I’ll withstand the pain,&lt;br /&gt;If an end were to part us ever;&lt;br /&gt;And wash all limits with the tears of love—&lt;br /&gt;Coz for you, a thousand times over…..&lt;/em&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/6639691582033293014-4645023570092203257?l=tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SXNA62A6quI/AAAAAAAAAL4/wmgAKyERSFg/s72-c/hand-hearts.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639691582033293014.post-3870239722551731554</id><published>2008-12-23T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:14:36.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WAS WHEN I LOST...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SVEp6q0FHPI/AAAAAAAAALA/jgf0CNaiTOg/s1600-h/cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283049925784182002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SVEp6q0FHPI/AAAAAAAAALA/jgf0CNaiTOg/s320/cross.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It wasn’t long ago when I chirped like a bird&lt;br /&gt;Sprinkling around, little laughter of joy.&lt;br /&gt;But soon principles were born with life’s essence.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I matured, I’d lost my innocence…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time proceeded, eyes followed my pace&lt;br /&gt;Disapproving and alarming, anxious &amp;amp; grave.&lt;br /&gt;Every step I took forward, raised questions with a glare.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I was worried for, I’d lost all care…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life moved on and so did we all.&lt;br /&gt;Bound by rejection, I accepted withdrawal.&lt;br /&gt;But time brought me closer to an acquaintance destined.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I earned a companion, I’d lost my friend…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then it came… A time when life seems filled with roses.&lt;br /&gt;And smiles returned with a natural zeal.&lt;br /&gt;But a broken promise my wet eyes concealed –&lt;br /&gt;A love half lost was used as bait.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I was in love, I’d lost my soul mate…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired, obliterated, defeated and vanquished –&lt;br /&gt;I seemed to reach my end and lay perished.&lt;br /&gt;Attempted to fight back with a step so naïve;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I existed, I’d lost my life…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&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/6639691582033293014-3870239722551731554?l=tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/3870239722551731554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-when-i-lost.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/3870239722551731554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/3870239722551731554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/12/it-was-when-i-lost.html' title='IT WAS WHEN I LOST...'/><author><name>Tulika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254292611459896721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SAHrC0RbH7I/AAAAAAAAADw/R5Lw_THMWvQ/S220/Thoughtful.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SVEp6q0FHPI/AAAAAAAAALA/jgf0CNaiTOg/s72-c/cross.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639691582033293014.post-6830369724885669833</id><published>2008-09-21T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:48:58.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN SEARCH...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I lie now calm with eyes closed,&lt;br /&gt;And peace finally rested on my face.&lt;br /&gt;With some others surrounding my deathbed;&lt;br /&gt;To lend this end a serene grace. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soul still had a disquiet manner -&lt;br /&gt;A manner where it had found no end at all.&lt;br /&gt;And continued to search for that one look;&lt;br /&gt;A look which could embarrass the final call.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were faces with tears and indifference around.&lt;br /&gt;While the face and the tears that could shudder my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Was still not anywhere to be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let no flowers scent the end I meet. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As there is fragrance of love that I carry with me.&lt;br /&gt;The warmth, the aura, the intimacy,&lt;br /&gt;Would travel with my body to my grave with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story ended, but not the struggle for peace.&lt;br /&gt;Yet again, I lost the last, short glance.&lt;br /&gt;I announce the end to the end of this grief&lt;br /&gt;And my soul now gives up on the final chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since time, to you, made me a lost story,&lt;br /&gt;Since my memories, now, don’t remain with you.&lt;br /&gt;I owe up to all of that on my own&lt;br /&gt;And carry with me, some part of you…&lt;/em&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/6639691582033293014-6830369724885669833?l=tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/6830369724885669833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-search.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/6830369724885669833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/6830369724885669833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/09/in-search.html' title='IN SEARCH...'/><author><name>Tulika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254292611459896721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SAHrC0RbH7I/AAAAAAAAADw/R5Lw_THMWvQ/S220/Thoughtful.bmp'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639691582033293014.post-1476268213286991656</id><published>2008-07-20T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:48:12.395-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SIN0cGi4K2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/zKvIz3_K6PQ/s1600-h/white+pigeon.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225148018821966690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SIN0cGi4K2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/zKvIz3_K6PQ/s320/white+pigeon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SINzNZP2XGI/AAAAAAAAAHE/4uV_CY8k3KA/s1600-h/Hrishikesh+Trip+2007+188.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was when Fear ruled my heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a face pale and eyes red,&lt;br /&gt;I would catch the closest, dearest hand.&lt;br /&gt;Soothe myself with companionship&lt;br /&gt;With dreams shaped and acts planned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bound by fear and shackled by love,&lt;br /&gt;Life seemed to make the perfect sense.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I had no boundaries defined;&lt;br /&gt;Was when I staunchly had built a fence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day when Freedom knocked my door, Disillusionment came along.&lt;br /&gt;But gradually, the eyes twinkled,&lt;br /&gt;And danced away with great aplomb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no hand to hold or fear defined.&lt;br /&gt;I now walk like a bare soul.&lt;br /&gt;Where the deafening silence envelopes me,&lt;br /&gt;Where misery, derision &amp;amp; temerity unfold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed with seclusion, I wondered what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;When life defined freedom with its knowledge profuse;&lt;br /&gt;I curved my lips with a smile of consent&lt;br /&gt;And freedom became another word for nothing left to lose…&lt;/em&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/6639691582033293014-1476268213286991656?l=tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/1476268213286991656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/07/freedom.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/1476268213286991656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/1476268213286991656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/07/freedom.html' title='Freedom'/><author><name>Tulika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254292611459896721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SAHrC0RbH7I/AAAAAAAAADw/R5Lw_THMWvQ/S220/Thoughtful.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SIN0cGi4K2I/AAAAAAAAAHM/zKvIz3_K6PQ/s72-c/white+pigeon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639691582033293014.post-4947081485111808605</id><published>2008-07-18T02:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:48:12.493-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Souvenirs'/><title type='text'>Dead Life of a Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SIBfpSinQ7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/02nCBgqw39Y/s1600-h/actrec_038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224280730706068402" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SIBfpSinQ7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/02nCBgqw39Y/s320/actrec_038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was standing in a place called world by the rest.&lt;br /&gt;With silent questions just loitering around.&lt;br /&gt;With no awareness of life and an unspoken sound.&lt;br /&gt;The ignorant soul was hoaxed by others.&lt;br /&gt;When the horrendous words began deceiving my soul,&lt;br /&gt;It was then when I realized…&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With still an interrogative look,&lt;br /&gt;I stood quite forlorn on the pathway of life.&lt;br /&gt;My world was set ablaze in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;Which opened the floodgates of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I could feel those waters dampening my soul,&lt;br /&gt;It was then when I realized…&lt;br /&gt;I was subdued…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a hurt heart and moist eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I started walking on the road of death.&lt;br /&gt;Letting the cold breeze approach my being,&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the wind slap my face.&lt;br /&gt;I dispelled myself from believing my life.&lt;br /&gt;And then I felt, I could breathe in, in and out.&lt;br /&gt;It was then when I realized…&lt;br /&gt;I was ALIVE…&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/6639691582033293014-4947081485111808605?l=tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/feeds/4947081485111808605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/07/dead-life-of-soul.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/4947081485111808605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6639691582033293014/posts/default/4947081485111808605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com/2008/07/dead-life-of-soul.html' title='Dead Life of a Soul'/><author><name>Tulika</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01254292611459896721</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SAHrC0RbH7I/AAAAAAAAADw/R5Lw_THMWvQ/S220/Thoughtful.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SIBfpSinQ7I/AAAAAAAAAG8/02nCBgqw39Y/s72-c/actrec_038.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6639691582033293014.post-1556951667225386785</id><published>2008-07-18T01:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:48:12.665-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Souvenirs'/><title type='text'>...But You Didn't</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SIBble1x-jI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9shOU5Q3EPg/s1600-h/Deep+Thoughts....jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224276267241699890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AAKwsR3TmXQ/SIBble1x-jI/AAAAAAAAAG0/9shOU5Q3EPg/s320/Deep+Thoughts....jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The clouds in the sky were swaying to and fro,&lt;br /&gt;While the rains were creating waves in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;I beckoned you to the garden of love,&lt;br /&gt;I thought you’d follow…&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU DIDN’T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The silence of the air had gripped my soul,&lt;br /&gt;With you standing close to my self;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the warmth &amp;amp; my world of your arms.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you’d caress…&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU DIDN’T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time grew vicious and drew us apart.&lt;br /&gt;With dew in the eyes, distances increased.&lt;br /&gt;I wished you would turn to give a loving gaze,&lt;br /&gt;I thought you’d turn…&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU DIDN’T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how could distances overpower love?&lt;br /&gt;There were just tokens of love I could send.&lt;br /&gt;I longed for something similar from you.&lt;br /&gt;I thought you’d respond…&lt;br /&gt;BUT YOU DIDN’T.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alas, there came a call from the Supreme.&lt;br /&gt;But that was sent for me alone.&lt;br /&gt;I left for my eternal journey, leaving you quite puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;When you though I’d return…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT I DIDN’T…&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/6639691582033293014-1556951667225386785?l=tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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walk with a naked mind,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking… Hoping –&lt;br /&gt;A time of clay is what I wish….&lt;br /&gt;A time to mould the innocent dreams.&lt;br /&gt;And cherish to want them all one day,&lt;br /&gt;Than enjoy the victory of the possessed gleam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stranger looks at me through the mirror&lt;br /&gt;And shows me a person, I do not know.&lt;br /&gt;Smiling viciously, through the tears;&lt;br /&gt;And darkening my soul through the shallow glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mad, wild war with anonymity -&lt;br /&gt;I let me lose to let me win.&lt;br /&gt;A battle with life was what I fought,&lt;br /&gt;And let death win it all in the end……&lt;/em&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/6639691582033293014-371734051328920339?l=tulikasrivastava.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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