tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-71657602495543599702024-02-21T10:00:36.632+05:30My Thoughts in Words...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.comBlogger44125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-66118714405783959712012-06-13T11:46:00.000+05:302012-06-16T10:09:06.208+05:30The Rainbow after a Rainfall<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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We sometimes stumble,<br />
Hard Times of life.<br />
But do not crumble,<br />
Bear the edge of knife.<br />
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For necessities of life,<br />
We toil hard day and night.<br />
Life will make our woes rife,<br />
Either cry or rise and fight.<br />
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But to keep that sun bright,<br />
Do not tolerate cruelty.<br />
To shine in the lime light,<br />
Do not sell your honesty.<br />
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Rude and cunning is the world,<br />
Everyone breathing here is selfish.<br />
On your path whatever is hurled,<br />
Vow your spirit shall never perish.<br />
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Every Rainfall brings a Rainbow,<br />
Every dark night brings bright days.<br />
Look ahead for a brand new tomorrow,<br />
Forever set your soul's inner fire ablaze.<br />
<br /></div>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-90360646267625506542012-04-01T12:15:00.012+05:302012-04-01T22:46:13.933+05:30Tick Tock<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAIlnDkiaGvj7CR1jHx-mnQ2EskOqT_bOb2vn7zZ-Jt-UM2eIOjTHimL8ABG3DtVNkGzw0QvP9vEWu01jIPjOqZWKw7Kil69BEzuavytDdstcQoKMCiqIihkTAen7QcuN-D-3xm-CVQoLs/s1600/Time.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjAIlnDkiaGvj7CR1jHx-mnQ2EskOqT_bOb2vn7zZ-Jt-UM2eIOjTHimL8ABG3DtVNkGzw0QvP9vEWu01jIPjOqZWKw7Kil69BEzuavytDdstcQoKMCiqIihkTAen7QcuN-D-3xm-CVQoLs/s320/Time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5726327835909973698" /><br /></a><br />Minutes become Days,<br />Hours become Months,<br />Days become Years,<br />Laughter become Memories..<br /><br />Tick Tock, Tick Tock...<br />Heartless Time drags on..<br /><br />Now the Thirst of Soul,<br />Only The End shall quench..<br /><br />The Journey of Life<br />has now no purpose...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-90911961224266475452012-03-26T22:59:00.009+05:302012-03-28T20:47:12.938+05:30IS THIS ALL??<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2e3qpP6lzp7M-h470xXSeJHXAJvMtYNdOGlJJqq8_Uzk2mvgTvTMv3DNVyn9Gt1gdrblLY_sGynuGftQsF09ihsPmqEA5kvkrM0m9Q2COFpDDSQiA8pHLmrbXs0_yfAGpqhkMsixsJblz/s1600/Photo0337.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2e3qpP6lzp7M-h470xXSeJHXAJvMtYNdOGlJJqq8_Uzk2mvgTvTMv3DNVyn9Gt1gdrblLY_sGynuGftQsF09ihsPmqEA5kvkrM0m9Q2COFpDDSQiA8pHLmrbXs0_yfAGpqhkMsixsJblz/s320/Photo0337.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5724967278280260418" /></a><br />Glowing, Life beamed,<br />Charming, All seemed.<br /><br />Seeds of euphoria<br />set to harvest.<br />Pillars of dreams<br />were rapidly built<br />upon a city <br />long deserted.<br /><br />Her own empire <br />sweet, <br />set to begin...<br /><br />Then one cloudy day,<br />Fate stopped smiling.<br />The heart of life<br />stopped beating <br />abruptly,<br />snatching <br />the very breadth <br />out of its lungs.<br /><br />Every single pillar<br />toppled down,<br />one by one,<br />tumbling, rolling,<br />falling, breaking,<br />with an earth shattering noise,<br />crushing mercilessly<br />each and everything on its way,<br />every seedling <br />of new born joy <br />torn to pieces,<br />throwing her <br />off guard...<br /><br />Numb and frozen,<br />Here she lays now,<br />perusing the damage done.<br />Within few seconds,<br />she saw her world crumble.<br /><br />What a cruel massacre!<br />What a twist of fate!<br />What a stroke of God!!<br />Is this all, she smiles bitterly?<br />Or anymore to come??Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-50648210434739027652011-10-18T22:31:00.005+05:302011-10-18T23:41:03.311+05:30A Dreamer's Dream<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUhWQiwY_SGwpF85zCYxRj_jQdwujKhU09cXuPDDb5E16NbUBUok5JOdABhr5AOUiLcFVOlnJ8LQfiBrrJR_bGF7pF38MryFTkKncy67lEoqHCKEja6cJA5id6gIvowWacB09R9IWG_nA/s1600/lucidipedia.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 264px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrUhWQiwY_SGwpF85zCYxRj_jQdwujKhU09cXuPDDb5E16NbUBUok5JOdABhr5AOUiLcFVOlnJ8LQfiBrrJR_bGF7pF38MryFTkKncy67lEoqHCKEja6cJA5id6gIvowWacB09R9IWG_nA/s320/lucidipedia.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664880637723370002" /></a><br /><br />I dream a dream<br />of a world<br />wherein the earth<br />becomes the heaven.<br /><br />I dream a dream<br />of a world<br />where rain showers<br />along with tiny flowers.<br /><br />I dream a dream<br />of a world<br />where everyday is a holiday<br />strolling by the beach side.<br /><br />I dream a dream<br />of a world<br />where peaceful i lie<br />beneath a starry blanket.<br /><br />I dream a dream<br />of a world<br />where mountains are pink,<br />trees purple, waters green.<br /><br />I dream a dream<br />of a world<br />where by the moonlight dim,<br />time lost in a beloved's eyes.<br /><br />I dream a dream<br />of a world<br />where leaves turn into roses,<br />creamy clouds floating so low.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQkkol5tkZtB-Y6v2y30jXrCdog3a2JkIRxqe0-fNG_DVHZMMw96Yx72J9pY-ijEsMgcYlk1m9Cl7AWO4B06hVk2qG6MuKkJNKUKOwqO5RtMLDMventNwk7ZmZbmGnjIGEyfXqEyLpkkG/s1600/lucid-dream-flying.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhMQkkol5tkZtB-Y6v2y30jXrCdog3a2JkIRxqe0-fNG_DVHZMMw96Yx72J9pY-ijEsMgcYlk1m9Cl7AWO4B06hVk2qG6MuKkJNKUKOwqO5RtMLDMventNwk7ZmZbmGnjIGEyfXqEyLpkkG/s320/lucid-dream-flying.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664881635546285570" /></a><br />I dream a dream<br />of a world<br />where like a bird i fly,<br />soar up wild and high.<br /><br />I dream a dream<br />of a world<br />where whole world lights up<br />with candles, earthen lamps.<br /><br />I dream a dream<br />of a world<br />colorful butterflies all around,<br />tiny musical balloons surround.<br /><br />I dream a dream<br />of a world<br />full of smiles, laughters<br />not a single tear to shed.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-18164004865024797652011-09-14T21:58:00.006+05:302011-09-14T23:25:37.945+05:30What is Beautiful?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYiCK61gNH-HCtE_iw24MMu-Jl5C18J7SGP3XJ6w4oxSC2QFFv7G0JVsgnwSHsHHl7n0p-0db4qEj5-QS0gXXc0luXAXdPMdW1aziUavgXDJsn113w7LhiJNBBisILoqp6cuJw3t-L4fAj/s1600/1261365104EIrlshd.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYiCK61gNH-HCtE_iw24MMu-Jl5C18J7SGP3XJ6w4oxSC2QFFv7G0JVsgnwSHsHHl7n0p-0db4qEj5-QS0gXXc0luXAXdPMdW1aziUavgXDJsn113w7LhiJNBBisILoqp6cuJw3t-L4fAj/s320/1261365104EIrlshd.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652275345778664450" /></a><br /><br />Beautiful is the kindness<br />expressed from a pure heart,<br />Beautiful is the honesty<br />unbound of a true soul.<br /><br />Beautiful is the love<br />outpouring from a mother,<br />Beautiful is her embrace<br />so warm, selfless and secure.<br /><br />Beautiful is the sun rise<br />over the dark blue horizon.<br />Beautiful is the music<br />of crystal waters flowing by.<br /><br />Beautiful is the breadth<br />making us feel alive,<br />Beautiful is the life<br />God has bestowed upon us.<br /><br />Beautiful is the loyalty<br />of a strong friendship,<br />Beautiful is the fulfillment<br />of a true deep love.<br /><br />Beautiful is the waking up<br />to the sound of singing birds,<br />Beautiful is the feel<br />of the first drops of rain.<br /><br />Beautiful is the long walk<br />on a cold winter morning,<br />Beautiful is the sound<br />of waves hitting the shore.<br /><br />Beautiful is the taste <br />of a pure red wine,<br />Beautiful is the sweetness<br />of a thick pure honey.<br /><br />Beautiful is everything,<br />Beautiful is this world,<br />Beautiful is you and me,<br />if only we realize it...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-80456612878857634422011-06-22T23:01:00.007+05:302011-06-23T14:06:01.352+05:30God, The True Artist!!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvJI2F-ZpU-UwQnez7lnI8atpEJjMmxGiD8G_yEJ2x6RBW7Q28b_lt5IlvXpWhodbRbaB2uc6Jv29V2DgMt7TtZa_-iDyJw99Wzb2rYtd6X8VWCu-BuCEIoxcRXDX-IqBmu7Ok-P2hFpv/s1600/nature-wallpapers-1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXvJI2F-ZpU-UwQnez7lnI8atpEJjMmxGiD8G_yEJ2x6RBW7Q28b_lt5IlvXpWhodbRbaB2uc6Jv29V2DgMt7TtZa_-iDyJw99Wzb2rYtd6X8VWCu-BuCEIoxcRXDX-IqBmu7Ok-P2hFpv/s320/nature-wallpapers-1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621100451926659714" /></a><br /><br /><br />Grass growing soft and light,<br />Flowers blooming pink and bright.<br />Vast open blue sky so dreamy,<br />The Feathery clouds so creamy.<br /><br /><br />The sun shining so vibrant,<br />Tender winds, a sheer comfort.<br />Shimmering waters streaming by,<br />The sun kissed mountains so high.<br /><br /><br />The shine of the stars twinkling,<br />The charm of the moon glowing.<br />Our sweet world, a perfect painting,<br />God, the true artist so inspiring.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyuC3gL_VNuc5kdB_C97k3bWfQb-3IZpoH_46Z3nwValGkHIBBauQB7ieze8p4JEz0aJHI9Dwm2GHOGdYBFSLeoPrGcSPzpGZFlHQR3lO2d5xOeY-7a7-M07rm8ivOAZndA64Q74KdVidd/s1600/nature6.jpg"><img style="margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyuC3gL_VNuc5kdB_C97k3bWfQb-3IZpoH_46Z3nwValGkHIBBauQB7ieze8p4JEz0aJHI9Dwm2GHOGdYBFSLeoPrGcSPzpGZFlHQR3lO2d5xOeY-7a7-M07rm8ivOAZndA64Q74KdVidd/s320/nature6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621100654387489762" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-61444346728436699162011-06-10T00:12:00.003+05:302011-06-10T00:24:14.170+05:30Bliss<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIAerO4w1FzgV4PtSCWtEgoQPFx5UMB3GJYeX6ojl7U3h4tfSPZ7rZOUcwOiEqAeH_mQ3hZEUO24tY5opX7rx5NAdbc5i1RkAPLgixhMTL3wKx0S8O4dP0bIeqPiOolPiCkakklao6jOEV/s1600/water-drops-on-peony-petal-thumb6347422.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjIAerO4w1FzgV4PtSCWtEgoQPFx5UMB3GJYeX6ojl7U3h4tfSPZ7rZOUcwOiEqAeH_mQ3hZEUO24tY5opX7rx5NAdbc5i1RkAPLgixhMTL3wKx0S8O4dP0bIeqPiOolPiCkakklao6jOEV/s320/water-drops-on-peony-petal-thumb6347422.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616294291060231586" /></a><br /><br />Drop by drop,<br />I am gathering,<br />dews of peaceful bliss<br />sleeping tenderly<br />upon the rosey petals,<br />so fresh and fragrant..<br /><br />Slowly Sanely<br />the joints of my life<br />fitting back to <br />where it was once.<br /><br />A sigh of contentment<br />A smile of joy,<br />or is it yet to come?<br />I know not,<br />I care not,<br />All the obstacles,<br />He will remove,<br />I know someday...<br /><br />For i have become <br />Me again,<br />Life has become <br />Life again,<br />Breathing has become <br />necessary again...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-22983159170529065752011-04-23T11:31:00.008+05:302011-04-23T12:14:55.099+05:30Showers of Joy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDNu_TtHXf1AtJI8mufQPoU4vTmyBnZrsDfidEw8EAt0E1ctCA3w8YrKs2VPhCRaAyMyY-Dbjwrh_Ns0bmwwF3WAgiXnL1epHrnn7zvDcEusE9-PnsIBIIbiYpuro186VUWTaEHI56Wgqe/s1600/783211217351106.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 250px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDNu_TtHXf1AtJI8mufQPoU4vTmyBnZrsDfidEw8EAt0E1ctCA3w8YrKs2VPhCRaAyMyY-Dbjwrh_Ns0bmwwF3WAgiXnL1epHrnn7zvDcEusE9-PnsIBIIbiYpuro186VUWTaEHI56Wgqe/s320/783211217351106.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598657690248393202" /></a><br /><br />Withered flowers of life<br />bloomed again,<br />Long dead <br />broken hopes<br />sprang alive with vigor.<br /><br />Can feel the warmth <br />of the velvety silkiness<br />of dreams <br />untouched untold<br />across my eyelids.<br /><br /><br /><br />The joy <br />that was once <br />suppressed <br />in my heart,<br />now swirling,<br />tossing <br />like waves.<br /><br />I can see <br />the smiling sun <br />peeking out <br />beckoning me<br />behind <br />the dark clouds..<br /><br />Long awaited showers <br />poured softly,<br />sweeping away,<br />the dust of agony,<br />drenching me thoroughly,<br />bringing a smile, <br />in my lips,<br />of untold happiness.<br /><br />I need no umbrella,<br />I need no raincoat,<br />I need no shelter,<br />I am loving the showers <br />of life again..<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheNY_bBWZ5q2VhdtBqa3DUckhxxienMvbex78Jm9tKr8FSqNuisrrsp6Q1yjYojDkdfJT2xgHV-9WFAqg2aImvWD5BPiOUZXD7d-FP_eOaPlKF3HG8gSdRXpA5RaBl2HtlkcoZk956xYlQ/s1600/783211217351190.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:10px;float:left; text-align:left;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheNY_bBWZ5q2VhdtBqa3DUckhxxienMvbex78Jm9tKr8FSqNuisrrsp6Q1yjYojDkdfJT2xgHV-9WFAqg2aImvWD5BPiOUZXD7d-FP_eOaPlKF3HG8gSdRXpA5RaBl2HtlkcoZk956xYlQ/s320/783211217351190.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598657871196934962" /></a><br /><br />I will make <br />hundreds of colorful <br />paper boats<br />of love again<br />make them float<br />tenderly,<br />in the crystal waters <br />of ecstasy.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-47427666603184611812011-02-13T23:17:00.003+05:302011-02-13T23:22:45.235+05:30Will You Be Mine?<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1cfC2BfSJk3zUMf-XmHwXaula62-_IuJyKn2018oAarev6hNnhc-hLCrKjXm_ReNh-X6gc3V24mNZF-7IKYInv6xUZOeFUxQJnlsHBmmS54y-I788ymMVNHHViFGCIGP0gR5VAS2ALDKg/s1600/imagesvalentine.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 234px; height: 216px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1cfC2BfSJk3zUMf-XmHwXaula62-_IuJyKn2018oAarev6hNnhc-hLCrKjXm_ReNh-X6gc3V24mNZF-7IKYInv6xUZOeFUxQJnlsHBmmS54y-I788ymMVNHHViFGCIGP0gR5VAS2ALDKg/s320/imagesvalentine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573233139809790354" /></a><br /><br />Valentine, you make me silly;<br />You make my heart beat willy-nilly;<br />When I'm with you, the world is hazy;<br />Valentine, you drive me crazy!<br /><br />Valentine, when we're apart,<br />My need for you goes off the chart.<br />Will you be mine? Can I be thine?<br />Say you'll be my Valentine!<br /><br />...a sweet short valentine poem i liked so much that i am sharing it<br />By Joanna FuchsLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-84123430991912573242011-02-07T17:44:00.002+05:302011-02-07T17:47:28.776+05:30I Miss you, Ma<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaR_g24H65_k5ScpaEdpgyLZjjy4YmhcOZhf3_WdTNQCOJdmtIQZZ0XkBY5ibMvsGi06nA7oQhIwgYjhGMyvaxrlKPm0ksI8Fvjsy8aEgSLC7of8U4s1fsxdUUNEdNR_7BKQVzhKoFzcwc/s1600/ma.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 248px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaR_g24H65_k5ScpaEdpgyLZjjy4YmhcOZhf3_WdTNQCOJdmtIQZZ0XkBY5ibMvsGi06nA7oQhIwgYjhGMyvaxrlKPm0ksI8Fvjsy8aEgSLC7of8U4s1fsxdUUNEdNR_7BKQVzhKoFzcwc/s320/ma.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570920607649492386" /></a><br />When things go wrong,<br />When moments turn into ages,<br />When sorrow makes my shoulders hunched,<br />I pine for your care, mother..<br /><br />When darkness invades my sunny world,<br />When whole world seems cruel and cold,<br />When pain grows and become intolerable,<br />I pine for your warm hug, mother..<br /><br />When i see a child walking with her mother,<br />When i see how she is being cared,<br />When i see a happy home from the streets,<br />I pine for your presence, mother..<br /><br />I miss you for what you are, Ma..Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-4988187222167213312011-01-02T17:16:00.005+05:302011-01-02T23:46:36.490+05:30The Lost Souls<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJH2w8Zh94u3eNlRU3dF68DFc3rs0jtpMXxLP6KyXXF0CSgOHLzm9QJlwbB0r-aM67bwgX49yrgq-FhnbzrNHpMu3OwZ0i6h-T7xDJxfczmV33hPmWwjOcjHZjs_LHOyjoHrCuWy5KVsk/s1600/orphans.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 247px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZJH2w8Zh94u3eNlRU3dF68DFc3rs0jtpMXxLP6KyXXF0CSgOHLzm9QJlwbB0r-aM67bwgX49yrgq-FhnbzrNHpMu3OwZ0i6h-T7xDJxfczmV33hPmWwjOcjHZjs_LHOyjoHrCuWy5KVsk/s320/orphans.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557554260237640098" /></a><br />Lonely poor souls,<br />loitering,wandering <br />their clothes in tatters,<br />in the dark cold streets.<br />No fear nor any joy,<br />leading this kind of life.<br /><br />Hungry for food,<br />Pining for love,<br />a small happy home,<br />a mother to care,<br />a warm bed to sleep in,<br />Is that asking too much?<br /><br />Their eyes seeks <br />for a small share<br />of happiness,<br />Their innocent hearts <br />demanding God, <br />why are they deprived<br />of a home,<br />What sins <br />they have committed <br />to deserve to live,<br />the life of an orphan!!<br /><br />No Hopes, no dreams,<br />they have no choice,<br />but to,<br />harden their hearts<br />since a tender age,<br />lead a loveless life,<br />punished for <br />uncommitted crimes,<br />poor lost souls,<br />stumbling,staggering <br />in the crowd of life.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-23978081457873104812010-11-21T15:41:00.003+05:302010-11-21T15:44:12.018+05:30SOLITUDE<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyRyHGHsnmZ-Ucv0kTflY-is1hDFx3j2ahGpER7_1HgWlATFFGfJJRTWRpy3-sDh2xSwwY_7_rt7uqTjiwY3rOnbArVQiphHo6-GEP9XFdTmTKLlXmdTY3XwJgkWsLuF3N64HNgQLaFd3q/s1600/solitude.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 173px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyRyHGHsnmZ-Ucv0kTflY-is1hDFx3j2ahGpER7_1HgWlATFFGfJJRTWRpy3-sDh2xSwwY_7_rt7uqTjiwY3rOnbArVQiphHo6-GEP9XFdTmTKLlXmdTY3XwJgkWsLuF3N64HNgQLaFd3q/s320/solitude.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5541943878210471250" /></a><br />Standing there,<br />Staring at the vast mountain,<br />I perceived the essence of solitude,<br />The sense of being far away alone.<br />The pale blue sky turned scarlet,<br />Temperature changed from warm to cold,<br />Purple Darkness dominated Daylight,<br />But still i stood there,<br />Me and my shadow,<br />All alone,<br />Much too alone,<br />Never tiring of staring at the horizon,<br />Watching the sun go down leisurely,<br />Tasting the warm glow of solitude,<br />Rising and tossing within me,<br />Threatening to outpour its brim <br />One fine day...<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />Little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth.<br />For a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures,<br />and talk but a tinkling cymbal, where there is no love.</span><br />- Francis BaconLisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-57772855083161181422010-11-13T00:40:00.005+05:302010-11-17T11:22:33.156+05:30THE STRANGE WHISPERS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkZwE_kNN8IBMDd1FwZPFRXw8LRCc7uC7XhEK5cofzjpcEtQeGLrEQ6y8jQVOnySZNUvLBTRqUEX_qXJfy1APIab1e5RVXA-pdIdsBZ7xdJ13kRcG0M7LsCsyA5ied30Eg-rOgSfdHqLd/s1600/woods_image.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVkZwE_kNN8IBMDd1FwZPFRXw8LRCc7uC7XhEK5cofzjpcEtQeGLrEQ6y8jQVOnySZNUvLBTRqUEX_qXJfy1APIab1e5RVXA-pdIdsBZ7xdJ13kRcG0M7LsCsyA5ied30Eg-rOgSfdHqLd/s320/woods_image.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538743787247997618" /></a><br />As the dark wind started howling,<br />I heard whispers calling my name.<br />Unknown voices whispering in the dark,<br />laughing softly beckoning me.<br /><br />I heard them echoing in the dark woods,<br />the whispers knew only i could hear.<br />My soul lay drunken, bewitched,<br />Into the whispers, it sought shelter.<br /><br />My pace quickening unwillingly,<br />legs dragging me to their tunes.<br />I searched and searched for the source,<br />alas, my eyes found no mortal close by.<br /><br /><br />I tried to listen hard,<br />unaware of what they are trying to convey.<br />I caught a word barely against the rough wind,<br />"Beware, Beware!!" was all i could hear.<br /><br />A chill ran through my spine,<br />Fear ripped across my heart,<br />Away from the whispers,<br />I ran through the dark night...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-78413439339311431732010-11-05T22:36:00.004+05:302010-11-05T22:52:17.320+05:30Mesmerizing Diwali<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2S9Jt-IQJ1LiWI5Ym1P3DJI9qRmV3CgvY4uZ5iZZjcYc57G82mWDMJHowsXUhZmyiBiIPNnPecU0f9TzDdP_nD7-1Lg_Oj1viheKTcUWEqj641ZKgLZcUu7ra_20U3VdYPF5AyH9ZPUgm/s1600/imagesdiw.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 11px 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 182px; height: 220px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2S9Jt-IQJ1LiWI5Ym1P3DJI9qRmV3CgvY4uZ5iZZjcYc57G82mWDMJHowsXUhZmyiBiIPNnPecU0f9TzDdP_nD7-1Lg_Oj1viheKTcUWEqj641ZKgLZcUu7ra_20U3VdYPF5AyH9ZPUgm/s320/imagesdiw.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536115733774795826" /></a><br /><br />As the first sound of crackers boom in the sky,<br />My heart gladdens at the arrival of Diwali again.<br /><br />People old or young welcome this festival of lights,<br />A joyful day full of happiness for all the souls.<br /><br />Shedding the darkness by lighting oil lamps,<br />the colorful flower pots such a bliss to view.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOYAgy7zXO1QDepU4L-MGaVX0nyPQNGxY81P9k3dtPy_MCe2pZsgbO9FOZQPjFgwWigNSMbB0YUcMlPKT9DG8rhu_5l-ZyUmzG0G4ows_MYJk4FkonEzB9xi5GoxZr2FYR3QeBKV-Chc9/s1600/imagesdiwali.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 159px; height: 176px;float:right;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEimOYAgy7zXO1QDepU4L-MGaVX0nyPQNGxY81P9k3dtPy_MCe2pZsgbO9FOZQPjFgwWigNSMbB0YUcMlPKT9DG8rhu_5l-ZyUmzG0G4ows_MYJk4FkonEzB9xi5GoxZr2FYR3QeBKV-Chc9/s320/imagesdiwali.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536113572224705458" /></a><br /><br /><br />My lips curve with joy as i survey the magic of Diwali,<br />the silver dazzling fireworks materializing in the night sky.<br /><br />Today is a day to celebrate and make merry,<br />Make someone else smile and feel the true joy.<br /><br />So Let us hope with each passing Diwali,<br />We never forget to pray and live for others.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-53867770288457656712010-10-31T23:26:00.005+05:302010-10-31T23:59:05.184+05:30If Tomorrow Never Comes<object width="480" height="385"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_pog2n9o5zs?fs=1&hl=en_US"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_pog2n9o5zs?fs=1&hl=en_US" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="385"></embed></object><br /><br />If I knew it would be the last time <br />that I'd see you fall asleep, <br />I would tuck you in more tightly <br />and pray the Lord, your soul to keep. <br /><br />If I knew it would be the last time <br />that I see you walk out the door, <br />I would give you a hug and kiss <br />and call you back for one more. <br /><br /><br />If I knew it would be the last time <br />I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise, <br />I would video tape each action and word, <br />so I could play them back day after day. <br /><br /><br />If I knew it would be the last time, <br />I could spare an extra minute or two <br />to stop and say "I love you," <br />instead of assuming you would KNOW I do. <br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRH8RyJVt90p2ydazIhq0hZ0LsBmPsMoeeIqXTNBudaaCnEeyLEISoDBkQRyCrLN_Kh0i9NkMQK5HOhtVRazPe2YiD1x6P1s8sffyzDDuJmesbm32Nz4Q5LcR1ESsWh2qOFS8-BbjLcw7/s1600/images222.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 276px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWRH8RyJVt90p2ydazIhq0hZ0LsBmPsMoeeIqXTNBudaaCnEeyLEISoDBkQRyCrLN_Kh0i9NkMQK5HOhtVRazPe2YiD1x6P1s8sffyzDDuJmesbm32Nz4Q5LcR1ESsWh2qOFS8-BbjLcw7/s320/images222.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534277305841861154" /></a><br /><br />If I knew it would be the last time <br />I would be there to share your day, <br />well I'm sure you'll have so many more, <br />so I can let just this one slip away. <br /><br />For surely there's always tomorrow <br />to make up for an oversight, <br />and we always get a second chance <br />to make everything right. <br /><br />There will always be another day <br />to say our "I love you's", <br />And certainly there's another chance <br />to say our "Anything I can do's?" <br /><br />But just in case I might be wrong, <br />and today is all I get, <br />I'd like to say how much I love you <br />and I hope we never forget, <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Wj-XSDg3A_dF-P-G6_cmv13dN29yMuTXMj9_e0pfVYtjLoXKsiexkpxSuBNFgky8gXU7qRf2RacRZxfLBgwggzS6H6-om2KYSXyDkaVpPKuU-Geu5i5glnrZuwN27oVIIOoNAgbgyamo/s1600/images234.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 224px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4Wj-XSDg3A_dF-P-G6_cmv13dN29yMuTXMj9_e0pfVYtjLoXKsiexkpxSuBNFgky8gXU7qRf2RacRZxfLBgwggzS6H6-om2KYSXyDkaVpPKuU-Geu5i5glnrZuwN27oVIIOoNAgbgyamo/s320/images234.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5534277423933800978" /></a><br /><br />Tomorrow is not promised to anyone, <br />young or old alike, <br />And today may be the last chance <br />you get to hold your loved one tight.. <br /><br />So if you're waiting for tomorrow, <br />why not do it today? <br />For if tomorrow never comes, <br />you'll surely regret the day, <br /><br /><br />That you didn't take that extra time <br />for a smile, a hug, or a kiss <br />and you were too busy to grant someone, <br />what turned out to be their one last wish. <br /><br />So hold your loved ones close today, <br />whisper in their ear, <br />Tell them how much you love them <br />and that you'll always hold them dear, <br /><br />Take time to say "I'm sorry," "please forgive me," <br />"thank you" or "it's okay". <br />And if tomorrow never comes, <br />you'll have no regrets about today<br /><br />~anonymous~<br />*** From what I have been able to find out, most of this<br />poem was written in the 1930s or 1940s by one of two authors. <br />Two ladies claim credit for it and then was more recently adapted by <br />another writer, a teenager. Will give credit to all three in the future.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-58385257690711453352010-10-30T00:05:00.010+05:302010-11-02T21:14:54.384+05:30EXPECTATIONS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitrksh1ldu-LdqxADsWNmKxyMRQw4MyLYXArw2soNo1z3Mh2ZFP85dRp9Nj852vhSmFdewQr990ahOO_6Dhz44GAq25up5hkr51dFAQuW8BJila6Tca8_4-SyeKwq3n6qxoOcnL4lnA8X5/s1600/images12.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 224px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitrksh1ldu-LdqxADsWNmKxyMRQw4MyLYXArw2soNo1z3Mh2ZFP85dRp9Nj852vhSmFdewQr990ahOO_6Dhz44GAq25up5hkr51dFAQuW8BJila6Tca8_4-SyeKwq3n6qxoOcnL4lnA8X5/s320/images12.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533540439293998066" /></a><br /><br /><br />Expectations...the very word seems to be heavily loaded with a concoction of a variety of emotions.We tend to get hurt or disappointed in life when something or someone does not really meet upto our expectations.For instance, there can be expectations regarding your job,studies, friends or your love or family.<br /><br />Parents keep on nagging their children to score more in the exam.Why? because they expect their children to gain more knowledge and lead a successful life and what happens when they don't really meet their expectations? It leads to disappointment on the parents side and creates stress upon the child at not being able to meet his/her parent's expectation.In other words,it creates a sad environment for both the parties.There are occasions when we hear of students committing suicide because they fail in their papers and unable to face the outside world, they take up such an extreme step.Fault is certainly on the parent's side at expecting too much out of their children.They should realize not to build up so much of expectations that are impossible to be met sometimes.Give them a break.Guide them gently if they are weak, be more understanding instead of shouting or beating them up.Be more of a friend than a father/mother and try to share their feelings so that they don't become petrified of you and hide things from you in the future.<br /><br />There is one more common example.Take a girl for instance who expects to speak with her guy at least once a day.But when for some reason the guy remains busy with his own work or within his own friends circle, attending parties etc the girl feels upset and disappointed when her expectations are not met by the guy.This eventually develops a bad feeling and even though the girl tries to hide this fact from the guy, it remains etched in her heart and this may be the soul reason in causing quarrels or disagreements between them.Why? because the girl expected the guy too to reciprocate her wishes, the wish to speak to her at least once a day.Fault was certainly on the girl's side at expecting too much out of him.She should have been more understanding and matured enough to give the guy some space of his own.She should have never expected him to think like she thinks.If the guy does not feel upto it, let him be.Take a cool attitude.Building high expectations out of someone will never help anyone.It only leads to frustration.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_vo6o49q9dv0KMlSjyaEhpJBRuWna0467JnnYso95NI8LirLezbGWGuMJ3IyqYhLKU_dXDRtOyFvy9XdRNaykCLWe8y01gCdH7dRgyNAbxXHJn1z-Rq-qNdeju5ARhhsPWX_0Y43Oq1Pl/s1600/images11.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 260px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_vo6o49q9dv0KMlSjyaEhpJBRuWna0467JnnYso95NI8LirLezbGWGuMJ3IyqYhLKU_dXDRtOyFvy9XdRNaykCLWe8y01gCdH7dRgyNAbxXHJn1z-Rq-qNdeju5ARhhsPWX_0Y43Oq1Pl/s320/images11.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5533540717872228818" /></a><br /><br />So the tip of the day is "Always expect less but give more".Be kinder than necessary, everyone you meet is fighting some kind of battle.Everyone has problems in their lives. No mortal is completely happy in this world.If for some reason you are not able to understand a person's actions, try to put yourself in their shoes and see the world.You will get a much better idea why they reacted in a certain way or why they are the person that they are.Never fail to lend a helping hand to anyone even if they didn't help you at some point.True happiness lies in giving it to others.I always feel good when i am of some help to anyone.Its a pain that mostly people tend to forget about humanity and think about only themselves.If only we could come out of our own self oriented world and think about others too, the world would have been a much better place to live in. We should always give more and expect less.That way no one gets hurt and leads to a healthy peaceful environment eventually.We will find real contentment in life if we start giving more and expecting less.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-89023114626093207282010-10-16T23:11:00.010+05:302010-10-17T11:26:24.736+05:30The Scary Night Together<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdblDe3BySVb-opIhLF7DQ8J3NeX4mGZcV4qohZ9WP1ZP22M2aqgL9T-0ce8QdcM-M2e04PvmOc93i474v7z3b32Dz2XcgTAHXCE6iY-FLo7-F5C6xT5OSyrn44NtEN7Thv1EMdYbbFKHE/s1600/indexcouple.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 223px; height: 167px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhdblDe3BySVb-opIhLF7DQ8J3NeX4mGZcV4qohZ9WP1ZP22M2aqgL9T-0ce8QdcM-M2e04PvmOc93i474v7z3b32Dz2XcgTAHXCE6iY-FLo7-F5C6xT5OSyrn44NtEN7Thv1EMdYbbFKHE/s320/indexcouple.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528703338601602066" /></a><br />One night a couple was returning back from a late night movie.Unfortunately their bike broke down on a lonely stretch of highway.Now both were very young and when people are young and that too in love they don't give a damn about fear.Romance and love is all they dream about.<br /><br />So the girl instead of worrying about their circumstances found this particular incident very romantic.Being alone with her love on a starry night walking back home hands in hands, an ideal romantic situation in her eyes.<br /><br />The guy being ofcourse less romantic and more practical cursed his stars for this misfortune.After all he has to drag his bike now till he can get some help.<br /><br />"Damn, this bike had to break down tonight only!!",frustrated he kicked his bike.<br /><br />"Oh come now, don't be so upset.Look at the positive side,we get time to spend alone like this.So adventurous and romantic don't u think?",the girl asked with a smile.<br /><br />"Yeah right..You will come to taste romance when some rowdies happens to catch up with us like this.They will rob you blindly and wont even spare your life."<br /><br />"Oh don't talk like that.Nothing bad will happen.Just look at that bright star above.Its shining so much.So very pretty na",the girl said clapping her hands looking least perturbed.<br /><br />Irritated the guy was about to snap something back when he looked at her and his face softened at her carefree expression and he swallowed down his harsh words.<br /><br />Instead he too tried to relax and replied positively,"Well may be you are right..No point now in being gloomy.Lets be positive.By the way you are looking quite pretty in the moonlight"<br /><br />The girl blushed and so went on their romantic conversation oblivious to their surroundings.It was quiet late at night and not even a single car passed by that road.<br /><br />After walking upto a distance, they took a lane that goes through some dark woods.It was a cold December night and there was a slight mist.When passing by the woods, the fog started thickening around them.The guy being very protective told the girl to wrap her arms around him and walk closely.They were unable to see what is ahead.<br /><br />Suddenly breaking the silence of the night, they heard a heart wrenching sound of a woman weeping somewhere.They became alert immediately.They looked hard through the fog and could only see a lamp not too far away.They could now see a woman in a pale saree sitting down by the lane side with a low lit lamp.<br /><br />Glad to see a human, the guy approached the woman concerned,"Hi there, why are you crying? Can we be of any help?"<br /><br />The woman continued bending her head and weeping in that agonizing voice.<br /><br />"Helllo lady, do u understand English? What is the matter?" the guy asked again.<br /><br />The woman still ignored his question and acted as if she didn't hear anything.The guy and the girl puzzled looked at each other.<br /><br />"May be she is deaf and her husband left her alone.Should i shake her so that atleast she will come to her senses?",the girl asked.<br /><br />"Yeah try it.God knows what is the matter.Its past midnight."<br /><br />The girl then stepped closer to the woman and shaked her asking "Hello, what happened?"<br /><br />This time the woman responded by stopping her mournful crying and slowly turning her head up.<br /><br />When they glimpsed at her face,they both became stupefied with fear.The woman had no eyes in her head.They were staring at a face with no eyes.<br />Petrified they screamed and ran for their lives.Now not needed to mention the fact that the guy dropped his bike then and there and caught hold of his girl and made a run for it.<br /><br />This seemed like a very unreal experience but it really happened with them.All sense of romance vanished from their heads and there was only the desire to somehow live through this night. <br /><br />Somehow after finding their way back to the main road, they saw a man not far away pulling a rickshaw slowly.It was very strange to find a rickshaw at that hour but desperate to get away from there, they called the man and got in his rickshaw.Both were sweating in fear.Seeing this the rickshaw man asked "What Babu? Why are you both so frightened?"<br /><br />They narrated what they saw.The rickshaw man laughed at it and said that its not unusual to see these kind of things in this area.Lots of accidents used to happen in this area and it is told that those souls keep hunting this area.<br /><br />The couple gulped down this information thinking somehow this nightmare should end.This was certainly worse than getting attacked by a group of rowdies.<br /><br />The guy asked,"What about you? How come you are riding at this hour?"<br /><br />"My rickshaw had some problem so i got delayed returning home",the man replied.<br /><br />After going to some distance,the rickshaw stopped and said it wont go farther.<br /><br />So the guy asked how much was the fare and started to pay the man when he noticed something very weird.Can you guess what?? The man too had no eyes.He was smiling crookedly and asked "Kya Babu? What is the matter? "<br /><br />"Yooooouuur eyes??!!" the guy stammered.<br /><br />Laughing the man warned in a strange voice,"I told you already Babu, this place is hunted.You should not wander here like this at this hour!!" His voice echoed all over in the stillness of the night.<br /><br />Not waiting for a single moment,the guy took hold of his girl's hand and ran like anything from there until they reached the safer parts of the city.Never again did they venture to go for a late night movie again.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-4182842558745445332010-10-13T22:41:00.008+05:302010-10-14T01:00:53.518+05:30Cascading Waterfall<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdE4Hrsp3N7_vP5JKdu_A_4Vhong98sHeAcg7AjAgcA9DU6OSQ4joSYaRw7vmPLzSmHKUAdkGWZVi56kjW_UEK1mphF83YPtGnegEzB8k-igkIMMTNHmet3k3eEpeIuUVvjnzJxTIvF8g/s1600/imageswa.jpg"><img style="float:right;display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:right;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 194px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEikdE4Hrsp3N7_vP5JKdu_A_4Vhong98sHeAcg7AjAgcA9DU6OSQ4joSYaRw7vmPLzSmHKUAdkGWZVi56kjW_UEK1mphF83YPtGnegEzB8k-igkIMMTNHmet3k3eEpeIuUVvjnzJxTIvF8g/s320/imageswa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527579803011036274" /></a><br />Materializing as if from the sky,<br />Indeed what a heart throbbing beauty.<br /><br />So magnetic, powerful, thrilling<br />I find you daring, full of gusto.<br /><br />As your drops sprinkles on my eyes,<br />My soul lies captured rejuvenated by your sight.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBixMXUGWThp7lVsVPmNirA_GiUTyw67aThdJnOziV8Y4ubSpt8WWKv41OfUDqVvqzlbowI7zlyKUQApqhr8R6ppmqBg1vqw4UzW8kW57mq4CGR-6mNSG5mqyD47IWl9s0rgOuA_7xV-KR/s1600/imageswww.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 259px; height: 195px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBixMXUGWThp7lVsVPmNirA_GiUTyw67aThdJnOziV8Y4ubSpt8WWKv41OfUDqVvqzlbowI7zlyKUQApqhr8R6ppmqBg1vqw4UzW8kW57mq4CGR-6mNSG5mqyD47IWl9s0rgOuA_7xV-KR/s320/imageswww.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527580382345626114" /></a><br /><br />The mighty voice of your potent flow,<br />makes me shiver both with fear and joy.<br /><br />Cascading, swirling and twirling you fall,<br />What a magnificent artist God truly is.<br /><br />Exquisite, delightful are your currents,<br />In them i gain pure indefinite pleasure.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-51051344510308452502010-10-10T14:10:00.004+05:302010-10-13T23:18:01.028+05:30The Edge<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPWZ8TVT3Zj7WwepXpQG_MFQFrc4-3I_Zp1HrrWiYR3lhyh7GQUFPyxe5-pMzvcCcsTdF9Czpfwrz9oUw_iPQe0f68A3KYjpZfNLkJNs9qXfT9ggsNKUTbCVI1F12glhL8W77WU1H3l2x/s1600/imagesedge.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 201px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLPWZ8TVT3Zj7WwepXpQG_MFQFrc4-3I_Zp1HrrWiYR3lhyh7GQUFPyxe5-pMzvcCcsTdF9Czpfwrz9oUw_iPQe0f68A3KYjpZfNLkJNs9qXfT9ggsNKUTbCVI1F12glhL8W77WU1H3l2x/s320/imagesedge.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526351000045460642" /></a><br /><br />With a mind <br />numb with pain,<br />the teary eyed girl <br />walked upto the edge <br />of the bridge.<br />The dark waters <br />floating down, <br />shimmering,<br />whispering <br />in the darkness,<br />inviting,<br />coaxing her,<br />to be amongst <br />its unseen depths.<br /><br />Standing on her toes,<br />her soul tempted, <br />her heart beats paused,<br />she spread her arms wide,<br />with closed eyes,<br />she took the plunge down,<br />with one last breadth,<br />one last smile,<br />one last tear,<br />as she became one <br />with the waters,<br />she was set free forever.<br />Soon a new day <br />will begin,<br />without her struggles<br />with the world.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-63213055767492843422010-10-10T11:59:00.003+05:302010-10-10T12:33:44.437+05:30The Omen<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjA8UARyP4_NmiPSYX1eLgkmISbizTsmlVW7jmDfYgzja7FF0t0K5PUd3feqggeXiyrl5ylFfZsBYwVfse2K2grsek1Kvx97kk25qXTap59ofX65O6WC5HKEoyS_5PVJbBP5EADJkdOB5/s1600/imagesbu.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 225px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjWjA8UARyP4_NmiPSYX1eLgkmISbizTsmlVW7jmDfYgzja7FF0t0K5PUd3feqggeXiyrl5ylFfZsBYwVfse2K2grsek1Kvx97kk25qXTap59ofX65O6WC5HKEoyS_5PVJbBP5EADJkdOB5/s320/imagesbu.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5526302349355404898" /></a><br />Staggering alone upon the rocky path,<br />a frown on her forehead,<br />with tangled agonizing emotions,<br />she kept treading along.<br /><br />Tiny blue and white lilies,<br />magically appeared <br />on her road side,<br />taking her breadth away.<br /><br />The rocks disappeared,<br />flowers everywhere,<br />lay scattered on her path.<br />A warm sweet fragrance,<br />the pale blue sky,<br />the fresh greenery,<br />the husky tender clouds,<br />was all she could gape at.<br /><br />"Is this an omen?"<br />she asked herself.<br />"Omen sent by God,<br />to feel the beauty of life,<br />to forget my woes,<br />and enjoy the ride?"<br /><br />As if in response,<br />a blue butterfly<br />with patterned wings,<br />flew by her side.<br /><br />She understood the sign,<br />stretched out her hand,<br />on it rested the butterfly,<br />so tender, so adorable,<br />In it she confided,<br />all her sentiments,<br />with a small gentle kiss.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-53855779901126478522010-10-08T20:31:00.024+05:302010-10-09T00:53:11.110+05:30Some Words That Touched My Heart<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7fonZtsZSfwfMQxKhuDs5zO0mUSo4q64DTv2D2-Awr7_oIgbusvMLVLWEWn84foVDpuI9NR3FMpKk0CsLBvtqTg-iv-jDpqI20hB4aowjKiqwQpRUTcAj9LOnZiK8RW4COIkW02Xor5Bu/s1600/imagespp.jpg"><img style="float:left; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 259px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6HODAFJHCmXygZE-IMAl-1NXD9FYPbZ93Wmj-lYXcRnTJLESbprOqx8tK4RyqML0S1ODtt2sWrO3Q-RUAwtZEW-pA-h7NcESZVfSMRa65h6RNkMHWKbsmsnu1ehiMHvNUiEXuJ3KM3gtH/s320/candle.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525369983842701810" /></a><br />Ruthless gust of wind with a might,<br />blew away the dainty candle light.<br /><br />Drop by drop the pearly wax melted,<br />a silent sacrifice that went unnoticed.<br /><br />No cry of pain nor a plea for mercy,<br />No words uttered yet so much to say. <br /><br />The glow slowly melted into nothing,<br />a pitch of darkness it went burning.Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-63300765645211980112010-09-20T22:35:00.003+05:302010-09-22T23:38:54.204+05:30Wistful Wishes<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJXSK202sV-rDu0Q0Sl47i0NYrrqkAcgvkvBRgeB3AbqV4IKksqn7qQQzMlwtDGWbtfKkwqjPgkQIM-XeNLdyFedEuiKqJ6nUuFpbWj3t84_HNCfO6xcx7SUSvujnUEtMqBNLDRY5Gfw_/s1600/patty58.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 218px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvJXSK202sV-rDu0Q0Sl47i0NYrrqkAcgvkvBRgeB3AbqV4IKksqn7qQQzMlwtDGWbtfKkwqjPgkQIM-XeNLdyFedEuiKqJ6nUuFpbWj3t84_HNCfO6xcx7SUSvujnUEtMqBNLDRY5Gfw_/s320/patty58.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5519801372281821858" /></a><br /><br />I wish i had the wings of a bird,<br />to soar up high amidst the heavenly clouds.<br /><br />I wish i was a carefree gypsy,<br />to travel and explore strange lands indefinitely.<br /><br />I wish i was invisible at times,<br />to go anywhere anytime i wished.<br /><br />I wish i had a true soul mate. <br />to love and being loved in return. <br /><br />I wish i had the ability,<br />to heal all the sick and dying.<br /><br />I wish i had enough money,<br />to donate to the poor and needy.<br /><br />I wish i had a magical power,<br />to eradicate hatred amongst people.<br /><br />I wish i could bring immense joy,<br />to the faces of all deprived orphans.<br /><br />I wish the world was free from terror,<br />let only love and peace reside.<br /><br />I wish i was a wild horse set free,<br />to gallop across the green country side.<br /><br />I wish i was an astronaut,<br />to be in space and explore the moon.<br /><br />I wish i had the power, <br />to predict the future and see the unseen.<br /><br />I wish and i wish alas for numerous things!!<br />Wistful wishes of an ordinary mind...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-2336531286046213542010-09-09T00:58:00.015+05:302010-09-09T20:30:00.739+05:30INNOCENCE OF A CHILD<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThF1Xx7ObJtErnI8Q1jrboKF6cKZpc1a42u3QIUxbfbYefQ_t3DHHW-adA9LLwZqXAZqQvZgiXBAdHvAWd0VLRAwMM8Zi-M1Da-JVCn25zMFXh0Cxj7xv0s4xlglky-_2FsVgpLwAA4wI/s1600/imagesc9.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThF1Xx7ObJtErnI8Q1jrboKF6cKZpc1a42u3QIUxbfbYefQ_t3DHHW-adA9LLwZqXAZqQvZgiXBAdHvAWd0VLRAwMM8Zi-M1Da-JVCn25zMFXh0Cxj7xv0s4xlglky-_2FsVgpLwAA4wI/s320/imagesc9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514627488643658226" border="0" /></a><br /><br />How appealing is your innocence,<br />To our hearts, a warmth it brings.<br /><br />The joyful twinkle in your eyes,<br />A charming sight, it bestows.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadbPjFYqwnoj2re0uVTM1EzV3BDYNPwWJBK5UY1gPqlD4GiCYMzjC1h8vHj0megcywnDGQjne9DmocVaplnccPTDv43ATNxJYnYTHKCY6aDAawPnSnRXNMF0qiBIcjeL-UhNFsupdNEAU/s1600/imagesc.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgadbPjFYqwnoj2re0uVTM1EzV3BDYNPwWJBK5UY1gPqlD4GiCYMzjC1h8vHj0megcywnDGQjne9DmocVaplnccPTDv43ATNxJYnYTHKCY6aDAawPnSnRXNMF0qiBIcjeL-UhNFsupdNEAU/s320/imagesc.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514628724821209138" border="0" /></a><br />The playful laughter of your voice,<br />To even the depressed, brings a smile.<br /><br />Your spoken broken words,<br />Oh, what a heartful joy to our ears!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtBgH5JAdGwQ3xBQRA89TWS5gXrJj3bAtzMyFqX8xzxXdc2ymfYX-ExopI75jF_WT5lg5DB-pVEHonM-BTsokgN-UPnNOrlX9ynfqT7hpkwkEaDiPvAw21OBLWee5101fOWq5_1XN0RqA/s1600/imagesc4.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 172px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCtBgH5JAdGwQ3xBQRA89TWS5gXrJj3bAtzMyFqX8xzxXdc2ymfYX-ExopI75jF_WT5lg5DB-pVEHonM-BTsokgN-UPnNOrlX9ynfqT7hpkwkEaDiPvAw21OBLWee5101fOWq5_1XN0RqA/s320/imagesc4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514628285340308498" border="0" /></a><br /><br />The moody smiles on your face,<br />A priceless treasure for our eyes.<br /><br />Your tiny hands and feets,<br />So adorable and delicate to our touch.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjl_euWN53ghOYPBmk7M9dfx3J-QE06KqXG7J13nr7MSUoCjuJzLN1TgyfKNg5z1MUUEuMNfK5Q0QCMqwt8qyVoKzKO1V-kX5pG7QbFGDGOj2uC2LpVnqY7Aj35VgK9c2yMQDNle5mAlo/s1600/index11.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 113px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidjl_euWN53ghOYPBmk7M9dfx3J-QE06KqXG7J13nr7MSUoCjuJzLN1TgyfKNg5z1MUUEuMNfK5Q0QCMqwt8qyVoKzKO1V-kX5pG7QbFGDGOj2uC2LpVnqY7Aj35VgK9c2yMQDNle5mAlo/s320/index11.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514627812836395362" border="0" /></a><br />Your pure ignorant mind,<br />A divine state, for us to capture.<br /><br />Your numerous activities,<br />A delightful company to forget worldy woes.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qpuqhXZm8SHVkq9w2PhG_9KLvBxNpzKtMTnybrplyRsAJrIScphKS4V1AUCFY3wb_XQb37vfs8gdHp6Q8ULVkLjFcEzi78_mQoKk9Rk1jmc-l05h55_esnt4oF97lZjrVEWP7Dl0SCHS/s1600/imagesc8.jpg"><img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8qpuqhXZm8SHVkq9w2PhG_9KLvBxNpzKtMTnybrplyRsAJrIScphKS4V1AUCFY3wb_XQb37vfs8gdHp6Q8ULVkLjFcEzi78_mQoKk9Rk1jmc-l05h55_esnt4oF97lZjrVEWP7Dl0SCHS/s320/imagesc8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514629419360887826" border="0" /></a><br />Your unmoulded naive serene soul,<br />Purest form of human being enthralled.<br /><br />This world would be a better place,<br />if we still had your innocent ways!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ17XcHOZt2Rg2lkWe8GQhelmKmsJEdhtasQUjSMskzzvX22KYvwuL1-WtVm20QGeMQSO67VA0m2T0HUVM9goDnKTZV73pJnSdZK3Y4WcsGtr-2SdNCqJJkPeLGjlzRW-9AOlLSu_NIz3G/s1600/images22.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 192px; height: 263px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJ17XcHOZt2Rg2lkWe8GQhelmKmsJEdhtasQUjSMskzzvX22KYvwuL1-WtVm20QGeMQSO67VA0m2T0HUVM9goDnKTZV73pJnSdZK3Y4WcsGtr-2SdNCqJJkPeLGjlzRW-9AOlLSu_NIz3G/s320/images22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514928542120562578" /></a><br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DpKPhsEo1GeNaKHERdiSTDe9uMs5xE5pxkOm4e1VsMdnOVg4KkLWsRAZbP9hVsZ7CgMXBw6fd6LGtwSrILsZdYHVhZ9XnQx2qwAQ_FqekS8ny3RBhlbNDxgPzbs7-NdgWHAGnuUEMSNJ/s1600/imagesc7.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 180px; height: 210px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7DpKPhsEo1GeNaKHERdiSTDe9uMs5xE5pxkOm4e1VsMdnOVg4KkLWsRAZbP9hVsZ7CgMXBw6fd6LGtwSrILsZdYHVhZ9XnQx2qwAQ_FqekS8ny3RBhlbNDxgPzbs7-NdgWHAGnuUEMSNJ/s320/imagesc7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514632333562818610" border="0" /></a>Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7165760249554359970.post-45516293505233772462010-09-05T20:33:00.007+05:302010-09-05T20:44:21.021+05:30EMOTIONS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTpVLhv-Q6V_THkT8lUmJ9TzoNKXH8Im9VdEaUCpBct94Pf0hoW9UqB9mZwMNJiV2Z-klCKX5zNAM0xqcO68Xp4PBtysgey1hOm-L0F356mKz7dHdts7RPSMYQ7arvmRXrdfhnna59xwb/s1600/pravs-ourrelationships51.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsTpVLhv-Q6V_THkT8lUmJ9TzoNKXH8Im9VdEaUCpBct94Pf0hoW9UqB9mZwMNJiV2Z-klCKX5zNAM0xqcO68Xp4PBtysgey1hOm-L0F356mKz7dHdts7RPSMYQ7arvmRXrdfhnna59xwb/s320/pravs-ourrelationships51.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513446176489859490" /></a><br />When succumbed by emotions,<br />Never try stop them.<br /><br />Emotions seek freedom.<br />Unleash them, set them free,<br /><br />Emotions are wild horses,<br />Let them run wild.<br /><br />Emotions are simply outrageous.<br />Let them be.<br /><br />Emotions are hot like a fire.<br />Let them burn.<br /><br />Emotions are turbulent waves.<br />Let them flow.<br /><br />Emotions drive us insane at times.<br />Let them make you more human.<br /><br />Emotions are volcanic eruptions.<br />Let them take you by surprise.<br /><br />Let go of your true emotions,<br />Come,follow your heart...Lisahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16916106481932225275noreply@blogger.com1