<?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-11800248</id><updated>2011-10-26T14:25:53.708-07:00</updated><title type='text'>its when u feel, u write...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>81</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-5217937461904479275</id><published>2011-05-04T09:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T09:02:53.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BEST BABY BUYS</title><content type='html'>OK.. Since many of my friends have either just had a baby or about to have one this is a list of things i feel are absolutely value for money and definitely things i find extremely useful...&lt;br /&gt;1) A DOPPLER : for fetal montoring while its still in the womb! An amazing gadget with which u can listen to your babys hearbeat and movements much before its birth. This is specially useful if you tend to worry a lot ( which i did) so id just come back home from work..put some jelly on &amp;amp; listen to my baby's racing heartbeat! what a tharapeutic feeling for a nervous wreck like me! i used ANGELSOUNDS FETAL DOPPLER which i bought from ebay for about £25 n i could hear my baby from about 17 weeks of gestation :)&lt;br /&gt;2) SWADDLE : Now everyone buys sleep bags, blankets etc but i found the best way to keep a newborn warm n comfortable is by swaddling.. the best ones i find are SwaddleMe.. a baby can kick out of the burrito wraps u make of them with blankets but its rather tricky for them to kick these out as they have velcro to stay in place.. they are made of pure cotton (even organic cotton) come in different prints n sizes. babies tend to have a startle reflex wch wakes them up as soon as u quietly put them to sleep.. but when they are swaddled they tend to feel they are still in mums womb and sleep soundly for longer periods. They say swaddling helps during colic as well! If u do buy blankets for swaddling or indoor use.. make sure they are pure breathable cottom or the ones with tiny holes for air to pass. Babies cant handle heat, it can be fatal!&lt;br /&gt;3) INFACOL : lifesaver for parents when their baby has colic.. this medicine isnt a cure but it helps take the bubbles out of their lil ones tiny tummies without much pain.. administer dosage as stated on the pack! Available over the counter :)&lt;br /&gt;4) CAR SEAT : A must have if your baby is being born in UK.. highly recommend that you dont go the ones suitable only for 6 months or a yr.. go for the ones that have an infant insert and can be used up until the baby is 18 kgs, so you dont need to buy a seat for every age group.. i use Britax First Class and V1 is already out of the infant insert n hes only 4+ months..&lt;br /&gt;5) DROPSIDE COTBED : I used a Moses Basket &amp;amp; a crib until V1 was abt 4 months. I find it Much more useful than just a cot as it can convert to a toddler bed once the baby grows up to a toddler. Dropside? so its much easier to put the baby in the cot or pick him/her out of it n avoid bad backs..they only require a one hand mechanism to drop one side of the cot or put it back up for the babies safety.. specially when the baby is fast asleep n you dont want to wake them up..easy transit!&lt;br /&gt;5) PACIFIERS : Now i know some people dont like the idea or hate giving it to their baby but hey sometimes babies just wanna suck as it soothes them n if ure a Bfeeding mum you've had it! I like Avent more than tommee tippee as it has separate covers for each dummy to keep em from dirt.&lt;br /&gt;6) STERLISER : You need them to sterlise bottles teats dummies et. cI prefer electric ones than microwave ones as i am not a big microwave fan. I use tommee tippee n quite like it.&lt;br /&gt;7) NAPPY DISPOSAL SYSTEM : Gr8 if youre using disposable nappies to fend off the bad smells they can have if just binned. I use tommee tippee n find it pretty usefull. It wraps up the disposed nappy individually and contains the smell within the bin.. only drawback you have to clear it every 2-3 days :) which i think is pretty hygenic as well.&lt;br /&gt;8) NAIL CUTTER : I recommend tommee tippee grooming kit as it has everything you'l need. On an average a babies nails need to be cut every 7 to 10 days to avoid them scratch themselves.&lt;br /&gt;9) BABY COSMETICS: Like shampoo, wash, moisturisers &amp;amp; creams. Highly recommend use of natural products as long as possible Burts Bees is gr8, in India Himalaya/ Chicco does a good range. Massage with either olive oil or (in India) Dabur Lall Tail ( found it to be really really good) ayurveda at its best! Preferably dont use talc and use a nappy cream with zinc to avoid rashes..Sudocrem works well.&lt;br /&gt;10) BABY CARRIER : Apart form a buggy that u definitely require for going out n about you may consider buying a carrier as well. Baby tends to feel more secure in a carrier than a buggy so long as you can carry him/her. I use BABY BJORN a lovely gift from a lovely friend. V1 loves being close n warm n tends to sleep longer in this so i can carry on doing my grocery shopping easily!&lt;br /&gt;11) BUMBO Babysitter : Its a baby seat available at most baby stores, ergonomical design helps baby sit without putting much pressure on their back. V1 is very happy sitting in it. i feel it helps him learn to control his head. It is also great for weaning him in, doesnt take up as much room as a high chair would. one should definitely buy a play tray to go with it :)&lt;br /&gt;12) BABY MONITOR : Its a must if you cant afford a doula/nanny for 24hrs in london or if you can sit in front of the baby all the time, to monitor when you baby is up n requires your attention. I use LUVION PREMIUM DIGITAL BABY MONITOR which has a camera with superb night vision n i cant recommend it enough, its range is upto my neighbours back garden across the road!! :P&lt;br /&gt;13) BAEBA BABYCOOK :A machine that steams n puries food for weaning babies when they are ready, u can buy the containers and cook book along with it or just get it free like i did from Kiddicare :) its expensive but its something invaluable when you see ur baby love the food u prepare! i think its superb esp the defrost mechanism. :) one cud also buy 'the wean machine' for food on the go but u cant puree everything in it.. only soft stuff..&lt;br /&gt;14) TOYS, RATTLES, PLAYGYMS N MATS : Just one thing it should be washable or wipe clean!&lt;br /&gt;15) MUSIC CDS, COT MOBILE : Superb to keep baby occupied n relaxed for a lil while, some babies go to sleep with them too.. sadly mine finds em' too exciting!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far this is where ive reached as V1 is only about 5months old.. will write another one when i can as he grows up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having a baby truly changes your life for good, i never knew i could love someone so much until V1 came along and i cant thank god enough for giving him to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love n luck to you all!&lt;br /&gt;Nams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-5217937461904479275?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/5217937461904479275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=5217937461904479275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/5217937461904479275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/5217937461904479275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2011/05/best-baby-buys.html' title='BEST BABY BUYS'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-1143747827141642508</id><published>2011-04-12T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T05:38:45.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Child</title><content type='html'>Just for this morning, I am going to smile when I see your face and laugh when I feel like crying. Just for this morning, &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;I'll&lt;/span&gt; let u choose what you want to wear, and smile and say how perfect it is. Just for this morning, I'm going to step over the laundry and pick you up and take you to the park to play. Just for this morning, I will leave the dishes in the sink, and let you teach me how to put that puzzle of yours together. Just for this afternoon, I will unplug the telephone andkeep the computer off, and sit with you in the backyard and blow bubbles. Just for this afternoon, I will not yell once, not even a tiny grumble when you scream and whine for the ice cream truck, and I will buy you one if he comes by. Just for this afternoon, I wont worry about what you ar going to be when you grow up, or second guess every decision I've made where you're concerned. Just for this afternoon, I will let you help me bake cookies, and I wont stand over you trying to fix them. Just for this afternoon, I will take us to McDonalds and buy us both a Happy Meal so you can have both toys. Just for this evening, I will hold you in my arms and tell you a story about how you were born and how much I love you. Just for this evening, I will let you splash in the tub and not get angry. Just for this evening, I will let you stay up late while we sit on the porch and count all the stars. Just for this evening, I will snuggle beside you for hours, and miss my favourite TV shows. Just for this evening when I run my fingers through you hair as you pray, I will simply be grateful that god has given me the greatest gift ever given. I will think about the mothes and fathers who are searching for their missing children , the mothers and fathers who are visiting their children's graves instead of their bedrooms. The mothers and fathers who are in hospital rooms watching their child suffer senselessly and screaming inside that little body. And when I kiss you goodnight I will hold you a little tighter, a little longer. It is then, that I will thank god for you, and ask him for nothing, except for one more day............. love Mum :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-1143747827141642508?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/1143747827141642508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=1143747827141642508&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/1143747827141642508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/1143747827141642508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2011/04/to-my-child.html' title='To My Child'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-64010524475570669</id><published>2011-01-26T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T05:33:50.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FINGER PRINTS</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZODSvUPsts/TUAUJMiaDTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PVetWhcDwQA/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566471287646850354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZODSvUPsts/TUAUJMiaDTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PVetWhcDwQA/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I know you get discouraged&lt;br /&gt;because I am so small&lt;br /&gt;And always leave my Fingerprints&lt;br /&gt;on the furniture and the walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But everyday I'm growing,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be all grown up someday,&lt;br /&gt;And all the smudgies that I did&lt;br /&gt;will surely fade away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, here's another bunch of them&lt;br /&gt;Just so you can recall&lt;br /&gt;exactly how my fingers looked&lt;br /&gt;when I was very small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-64010524475570669?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/64010524475570669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=64010524475570669&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/64010524475570669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/64010524475570669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2011/01/finger-prints.html' title='FINGER PRINTS'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZODSvUPsts/TUAUJMiaDTI/AAAAAAAAAJA/PVetWhcDwQA/s72-c/IMG_0045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-4254082798810210977</id><published>2008-01-26T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T08:29:35.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Warm Winter Glow</title><content type='html'>I inhaled the bitter cold air into my lungs.&lt;br /&gt;I exhaled slowly and watched,&lt;br /&gt;as the warm air of my breath became a white cloud before me.&lt;br /&gt;I felt my nose getting cold.&lt;br /&gt;I breathed on my cotton white gloves to warm my hands.&lt;br /&gt;Squinting as I looked at the bright new coat of frost that blanketed the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Frozen tree limbs…Snow covered bushes and hills…&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of little icicles hitting each other.&lt;br /&gt;A soft smile came over my face and I turned and looked at you.&lt;br /&gt;I swiftly held your hand to seize the moment before it got away.&lt;br /&gt;You smiled back and I knew&lt;br /&gt;I'l forever be in your warm embrace :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-4254082798810210977?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/4254082798810210977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=4254082798810210977&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/4254082798810210977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/4254082798810210977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2008/01/warm-winter-glow.html' title='A Warm Winter Glow'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-1945207101207486963</id><published>2007-04-29T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:26:41.306-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ENTWINED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZODSvUPsts/RjT-O_I12hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JDckZ0LVMm4/s1600-h/P1063885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZODSvUPsts/RjT-O_I12hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JDckZ0LVMm4/s400/P1063885.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058947814864050706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laying underneath the stars,&lt;br /&gt;On a warm silent night,&lt;br /&gt;Your arms are wrapped around me,&lt;br /&gt;And everything feels right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kiss me sweet and softly,&lt;br /&gt;I feel your warm gentle touch,&lt;br /&gt;You help me feel protected,&lt;br /&gt;Under the sweet, night-sky rush &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My world before me is perfect.&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;Except laying underneath the stars&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, you and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when everything is perfect,&lt;br /&gt;And you seem so delicately sweet,&lt;br /&gt;A rush of wind comes past me,&lt;br /&gt;As I'm swept beneath my feet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing could be more right,&lt;br /&gt;There's nowhere else I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a walk, my only love,&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand, you and me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-1945207101207486963?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/1945207101207486963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=1945207101207486963&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/1945207101207486963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/1945207101207486963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2007/04/entwined.html' title='ENTWINED'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qZODSvUPsts/RjT-O_I12hI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JDckZ0LVMm4/s72-c/P1063885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-7278360861725466234</id><published>2006-12-29T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T04:26:41.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quest for Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZODSvUPsts/RZVmFtlX1wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K8QtKioPimc/s1600-h/lilgirl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZODSvUPsts/RZVmFtlX1wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K8QtKioPimc/s400/lilgirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5014026008468641538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seed growing from the womb.&lt;br /&gt;Innocence lost in perilous doom.&lt;br /&gt;Futures certain destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opened eyes unclear visions see.&lt;br /&gt;Peer to heaven reach for the skies.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder fills the innocent eye.&lt;br /&gt;Fire sparks future dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Doused by rushing waters streams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over rocky mountains crawl.&lt;br /&gt;Taking in the wonder of it all.&lt;br /&gt;Feeling, touching ,eyes open still.&lt;br /&gt;Struggle exercising mans freewill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing up toward the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Living only for life's fun.&lt;br /&gt;Fire comes with the greatest price.&lt;br /&gt;It only comes with sacrifice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waning years take there toll.&lt;br /&gt;And kill the fire of the soul.&lt;br /&gt;No longer a child but now a girl.&lt;br /&gt;We look for warmth on lower land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To fulfill the quest of girls desire. &lt;br /&gt;To touch the sun and establish fire.&lt;br /&gt;We find the answers deep within.&lt;br /&gt;Woman's journey truly now begins.&lt;br /&gt;The journey not meant to tread alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love found had shown her the way home.&lt;br /&gt;Fulfilled together dreams and desires.&lt;br /&gt;Finally ending her quest for fire.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-7278360861725466234?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/7278360861725466234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=7278360861725466234&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/7278360861725466234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/7278360861725466234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/12/quest-for-fire.html' title='A Quest for Fire'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qZODSvUPsts/RZVmFtlX1wI/AAAAAAAAAAM/K8QtKioPimc/s72-c/lilgirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115813943719155804</id><published>2006-09-13T02:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T05:34:39.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All that words can say.. on my wedding day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/baby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/400/baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know how much I care,&lt;br /&gt;so with words I will try to share.&lt;br /&gt;When I was young it was hard for me to say,&lt;br /&gt;all the love I had for you and wanted to convey.&lt;br /&gt;My one and only inspiration has always been you,&lt;br /&gt;having faith in whatever you say and do.&lt;br /&gt;Do you know the most rewarding thing about being your daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Is that I know our love can never faulter.&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing could ever happen between us that time couldn't fix,&lt;br /&gt;It would burn at the very depth of my soul as I'd watch the clock tick.&lt;br /&gt;The thing I think of at this second in time,&lt;br /&gt;Is wanting to end with I LOVE YOU and knowing it won't rhyme.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115813943719155804?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115813943719155804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115813943719155804&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115813943719155804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115813943719155804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/09/all-that-words-can-say-on-my-wedding.html' title='All that words can say.. on my wedding day'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115780673296820428</id><published>2006-09-09T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T00:27:02.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/fountain_pen_on_paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/400/fountain_pen_on_paper.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the poem to be the writer must see,&lt;br /&gt;all the words that they know so&lt;br /&gt;its magic will show.&lt;br /&gt;We write about life and death with its pain,&lt;br /&gt;how we all find the&lt;br /&gt;courage to go on once again.&lt;br /&gt;The poem can be short, tender, and sweet,&lt;br /&gt;sending shivers of joy straight to your feet.&lt;br /&gt;It can also be cruel, cutting straight to the&lt;br /&gt;heart, with each word written playing its part.&lt;br /&gt;It may reveal all the wonders and the beauty&lt;br /&gt;of love, &lt;br /&gt;two destiny's chosen by the good Lord above.&lt;br /&gt;For the poem is a part of the person inside,&lt;br /&gt;a piece of ourselves we choose not to hide.&lt;br /&gt;so enjoy every word as it leaps from the page,&lt;br /&gt;for the paper will soon fade&lt;br /&gt;showing signs of its age.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115780673296820428?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115780673296820428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115780673296820428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115780673296820428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115780673296820428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/09/poem.html' title='The Poem'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115756154550414754</id><published>2006-09-06T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T20:59:16.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i tried</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/try.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/try.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tried to write a poem&lt;br /&gt;about my love for you&lt;br /&gt;so i could tell you how i feel&lt;br /&gt;but i was'nt able to&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you to know for sure&lt;br /&gt;that i love you very much&lt;br /&gt;and wanted words of poetry&lt;br /&gt;your heart somehow to touch&lt;br /&gt;i wanted you to know that i&lt;br /&gt;adore you when you smile&lt;br /&gt;and i always want to be with you&lt;br /&gt;if only for a while&lt;br /&gt;i hoped my poem would convey&lt;br /&gt;what a part of me you are&lt;br /&gt;and no matter where i may be now&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you are never far&lt;br /&gt;my poem would have told you&lt;br /&gt;of the joy inside my heart&lt;br /&gt;and how it's always been &lt;br /&gt;but the poem that i hoped to write&lt;br /&gt;will forever be unread&lt;br /&gt;and you will never know my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;or the things i might have said&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115756154550414754?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115756154550414754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115756154550414754&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115756154550414754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115756154550414754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/09/i-tried.html' title='i tried'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115685363824626385</id><published>2006-08-29T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T06:18:42.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poets</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/poem.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/poem.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do young modern poets&lt;br /&gt;Play with my ever fragile mind;&lt;br /&gt;For is it not until you die,&lt;br /&gt;That I should read your latest rhyme?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why do you place in question&lt;br /&gt;All that I at present believe?&lt;br /&gt;If not to lead me yet further&lt;br /&gt;Into doubt and uncertainty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, like so many before me,&lt;br /&gt;Am never to decode your lines,&lt;br /&gt;For anonymity is yours:&lt;br /&gt;In ink and paper you do hide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I think of those great men&lt;br /&gt;Who in ancient times gave such grace&lt;br /&gt;To this practice we now despise,&lt;br /&gt;And in earnest try to erase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all who think would surely know&lt;br /&gt;That unlike the monuments of time,&lt;br /&gt;The poet's words are strangely sent;&lt;br /&gt;They immortalize and never die!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this final tribute is made&lt;br /&gt;To all the Great Ones of our past;&lt;br /&gt;In so doing is homage paid,&lt;br /&gt;To all rhymes from first to last.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115685363824626385?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115685363824626385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115685363824626385&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115685363824626385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115685363824626385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/poets.html' title='The Poets'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115662606851981946</id><published>2006-08-26T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:54:22.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A boy n a girl.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/heartbroken.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/400/heartbroken.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy-i saw her today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-I saw him today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-it seems like it's been forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-i wonder if he still cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-she looks better than ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-i couldn't stop staring at him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-i couldn't even look at her without crying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-he couldn't even look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-i asked her how things were going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-i asked him about his new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-I'd pick her over any other girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-he loves his new girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-i told her i miss her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-he didn't mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-i mean it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-he's probably really happy now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-i held her for the last time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-he gave me a friendly hug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-then i went home and cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-then i went home and cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;boy-i lost her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;girl-i love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/boygurl.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/boygurl.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115662606851981946?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115662606851981946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115662606851981946&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115662606851981946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115662606851981946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/boy-n-girl.html' title='A boy n a girl.....'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115639383628744832</id><published>2006-08-23T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:38:19.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Late Good Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/eye.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/eye.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lamp is out, my task is done,&lt;br /&gt;And up the stair with lingering feet&lt;br /&gt;I climb. The staircase clock strikes one.&lt;br /&gt;Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My solitary room I gain.&lt;br /&gt;A single star makes incomplete&lt;br /&gt;The blackness of the window pane.&lt;br /&gt;Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dim and more dim its sparkle grows,&lt;br /&gt;And ere my head the pillows meet,&lt;br /&gt;My lids are fain themselves to close.&lt;br /&gt;Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips no other words can say,&lt;br /&gt;But still they murmur and repeat&lt;br /&gt;To you, who slumber far away,&lt;br /&gt;Good night, my love! good night, my sweet!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115639383628744832?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115639383628744832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115639383628744832&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115639383628744832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115639383628744832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/late-good-night.html' title='A Late Good Night'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115639373625876695</id><published>2006-08-23T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:05:33.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantic Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/lov.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/lov.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romance is a must for most young hearts &lt;br /&gt;Gestures of love broken in tiny parts &lt;br /&gt;A dozen roses, a chocolate heart, &lt;br /&gt;Writing a poem with all your heart, &lt;br /&gt;A cute little card with x’s and o’s &lt;br /&gt;Sittin’ by the fire warming your toes &lt;br /&gt;A candle lit dinner down by the beach &lt;br /&gt;You both come in a pair not in a peach &lt;br /&gt;Long conversations late into the night &lt;br /&gt;Love is there and romance is in sight &lt;br /&gt;Just a bear hug for you just like this &lt;br /&gt;Romance is also in just the right kiss…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115639373625876695?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115639373625876695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115639373625876695&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115639373625876695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115639373625876695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/romantic-love.html' title='Romantic Love'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115623746890207029</id><published>2006-08-22T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T13:42:44.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Letter Across the Miles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/pen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/pen.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute I opened my eyes this morning&lt;br /&gt;The first thought on my mind was you&lt;br /&gt;I laid there for a long while thinking&lt;br /&gt;How I long to be with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought of how beautiful it'd be&lt;br /&gt;To welcome the morning sun in your arms&lt;br /&gt;To look to my side and see&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine of your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To extent my hand and reach for yours&lt;br /&gt;To endlessly hold and caress&lt;br /&gt;But instead I looked and found&lt;br /&gt;The same old empty space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I closed my eyes and dried &lt;br /&gt;The tears running down my cheeks&lt;br /&gt;For it's the description of my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;I see each time before me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the grief that my life lives&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you are there&lt;br /&gt;It's the secret that my heart extent&lt;br /&gt;That I can not seem to bare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a month more to go,&lt;br /&gt;Is all what you say..&lt;br /&gt;I'l sit here and wait,&lt;br /&gt;For that glorious day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115623746890207029?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115623746890207029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115623746890207029&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115623746890207029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115623746890207029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/letter-across-miles.html' title='A Letter Across the Miles'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115623577629406348</id><published>2006-08-22T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T07:10:17.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Close Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/P5143033.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/400/P5143033.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know two people with two separate lives,&lt;br /&gt;Two minds living in two different worlds.&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds that are felt, that are seen in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;In the eyes of one boy and one girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds. Two people with two hearts.&lt;br /&gt;They know their worlds are apart.&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds with one wish under the sun,&lt;br /&gt;One wish that two worlds will be one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two worlds. Two souls with one destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Two loves that were meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;Two paths intertwined into one road.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, they’ll have each other to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look close, I think you’ll find&lt;br /&gt;That those two worlds are yours and mine.&lt;br /&gt;And even though we’re worlds apart,&lt;br /&gt;Your whole world is in my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115623577629406348?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115623577629406348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115623577629406348&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115623577629406348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115623577629406348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/close-distance.html' title='A Close Distance'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115616175743339896</id><published>2006-08-21T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-23T00:02:51.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My best friend..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/aas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/aas.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/abhi0606.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/abhi0606.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/P72328471.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/P72328471.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were there.! &lt;br /&gt;In my darkest moments of despair&lt;br /&gt;You were there... to hold me tight &lt;br /&gt;You said everything would be alright&lt;br /&gt;... and it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I wanted to be alone... you understood&lt;br /&gt;You knew... and never left my side &lt;br /&gt;You said you would never let go&lt;br /&gt;... and never did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my spirit took flight &lt;br /&gt;You were there... sharing my joy &lt;br /&gt;You said I deserved every bit&lt;br /&gt;... and I believed in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through the heartbreak and the tears&lt;br /&gt;You were there... holding me in your arms &lt;br /&gt;You said you will love me forever&lt;br /&gt;.. and you still do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always seem to touch my soul&lt;br /&gt;To you I owe all the strength I feel.&lt;br /&gt;Now looking back through it all ..&lt;br /&gt;you stood by me when no one else did&lt;br /&gt;And I want to say to you.. &lt;br /&gt;I love you .. My best friend..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115616175743339896?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115616175743339896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115616175743339896&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115616175743339896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115616175743339896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-best-friend.html' title='My best friend..'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115607115123068131</id><published>2006-08-20T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T05:00:12.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/tul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/tul.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is so warm&lt;br /&gt;and the wind is just right,&lt;br /&gt;the green clovers are so soft&lt;br /&gt;and the river is such a pretty sight.&lt;br /&gt;Yellow and pink flowers&lt;br /&gt;as far as the eye can see, &lt;br /&gt;Its a very beautiful place,&lt;br /&gt;its where everybody would want to be.&lt;br /&gt;The trees rock so gently&lt;br /&gt;back and fourth and all I do &lt;br /&gt;is sit back and feel the warmth...&lt;br /&gt;The warmth of the sun thats all it shall be,&lt;br /&gt;the warmth of the sun&lt;br /&gt;that was made for you and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115607115123068131?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115607115123068131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115607115123068131&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115607115123068131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115607115123068131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/beautiful-place.html' title='A Beautiful Place'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115607045178888722</id><published>2006-08-20T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T04:33:39.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lady of Poetic Reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/nams1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/nams1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her words were soft like a summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts as gentle as the wind&lt;br /&gt;Printed or spoken to put the mind at ease&lt;br /&gt;Emoting deep feelings from within&lt;br /&gt;With love as her quest she sojourns through her rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Telling wondrous tales passionately placed in time&lt;br /&gt;As you read her thoughts on the printed page&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of lost love&lt;br /&gt;Gentle passionate rage&lt;br /&gt;You feel all the hurt&lt;br /&gt;You bask in the warmth of her smile&lt;br /&gt;She invites the curious hearted to stay for awhile&lt;br /&gt;Caught up in the rapture of loves soft melody&lt;br /&gt;You let yourself go easy and drift most gracefully&lt;br /&gt;Easing through the fires of loves raging embrace&lt;br /&gt;She dances with your inner soul&lt;br /&gt;To a warm and caring place&lt;br /&gt;With sweet poetic reason&lt;br /&gt;She will slowly reel you in&lt;br /&gt;With a smile warmed by the season&lt;br /&gt;For true love to begin&lt;br /&gt;There is no fear of leaving&lt;br /&gt;True loving hearts they will stay&lt;br /&gt;The lady of poetic reason &lt;br /&gt;Her true love will show the way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115607045178888722?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115607045178888722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115607045178888722&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115607045178888722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115607045178888722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/lady-of-poetic-reason.html' title='A Lady of Poetic Reason'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115600269091962063</id><published>2006-08-19T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:57:21.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A whisper you did not hear</title><content type='html'>Your footprints on the sand&lt;br /&gt;My footprints lost in yours&lt;br /&gt;The spaces between my fingers&lt;br /&gt;Without your hands are a loss&lt;br /&gt;Your smile so infectious&lt;br /&gt;Your voice so sublime&lt;br /&gt;Your heart so full of love&lt;br /&gt;Pity it's not mine&lt;br /&gt;You may not have noticed&lt;br /&gt;Or you just did not care&lt;br /&gt;"I love You", I said &lt;br /&gt;A whisper you did not hear...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/iwanttobe.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/iwanttobe.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115600269091962063?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115600269091962063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115600269091962063&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115600269091962063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115600269091962063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/whisper-you-did-not-hear.html' title='A whisper you did not hear'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115600261953943701</id><published>2006-08-19T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-30T17:55:34.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/s%2Cile.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/s%2Cile.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sunny smile, on a rainy day,butterfly kisses, A sweet hug and kiss, bedtime snuggles.&lt;br /&gt;These are some of the best things about being in love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115600261953943701?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115600261953943701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115600261953943701&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115600261953943701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115600261953943701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunny-smile-on-rainy-daybutterfly.html' title=''/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115575541669649012</id><published>2006-08-16T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:51:52.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Glimpse of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/lo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/lo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was me seeing through him when he first spoke&lt;br /&gt;It was that first conversation that felt like I could tell you anything&lt;br /&gt;It was us being together at every perfect time&lt;br /&gt;It was how it felt like everything was happening for a reason&lt;br /&gt;It was fate like I've never seen it before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the comfortable silence we always had&lt;br /&gt;It was not listening to world around us but listening to our hearts&lt;br /&gt;It was when the sky seemed so blue and the stars seemed so bright&lt;br /&gt;It was that first innocent sweet kiss when the world seemed frozen for a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was us finding somthing beautiful in all our imperfections&lt;br /&gt;It was so very unconditional&lt;br /&gt;It was you saying something perfect at every perfect time&lt;br /&gt;It was when I felt your heart pounding out of your chest &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was being so confused but enjoying the confusion&lt;br /&gt;It was the way you rubbed my head when I felt lost&lt;br /&gt;It was letting our souls open up when it was time to open&lt;br /&gt;It was how you made me feel so beautiful and special&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was being so afraid of it yet being so blinded by it&lt;br /&gt;It was how everything happened so fast and felt like a blessing&lt;br /&gt;It was the way you looked at me so innocently that's like a picture in my mind&lt;br /&gt;It was A GLIMPSE OF LOVE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115575541669649012?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115575541669649012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115575541669649012&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115575541669649012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115575541669649012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/glimpse-of-love.html' title='A Glimpse of Love'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115549206954049725</id><published>2006-08-13T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-14T04:02:57.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A SUNSET AND SHELLS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/sh.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/sh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking hand in hand together&lt;br /&gt;No words need be spoken&lt;br /&gt;The sunset and shells speak for us&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting the spell to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Love touches all things around us”&lt;br /&gt;The shells begin to say&lt;br /&gt;“Just stop, look and listen&lt;br /&gt;To the beauty in every day”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sunset cloaks us in its gentleness&lt;br /&gt;Filling us with loves sensation&lt;br /&gt;Time forever lost to the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Our love frozen in perpetual motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Take these gifts as they are given”&lt;br /&gt;The shells continue to say&lt;br /&gt;“We give you our love and our wisdom&lt;br /&gt;As we send you on your way”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking hand in hand together&lt;br /&gt;No words need be spoken&lt;br /&gt;We fade away into our sunset&lt;br /&gt;Carrying a shell as a lasting token&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115549206954049725?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115549206954049725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115549206954049725&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115549206954049725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115549206954049725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/sunset-and-shells.html' title='A SUNSET AND SHELLS'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115540713788896019</id><published>2006-08-12T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T03:10:28.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman's Dream....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/girldremin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/girldremin.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every woman dreams of the perfect man,&lt;br /&gt;who will stick by her and do all he can.&lt;br /&gt;Every woman dreams of the perfect one,&lt;br /&gt;who will make her laugh and bring her fun.&lt;br /&gt;Every woman dreams of her perfect prince,&lt;br /&gt;who will grab her and give that to die for kiss.&lt;br /&gt;every woman dreams of that perfect male, &lt;br /&gt;the one she knows will be by her and never bail.&lt;br /&gt;Some women dream so long it comes true, &lt;br /&gt;I wonder if that is how I got you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115540713788896019?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115540713788896019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115540713788896019&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115540713788896019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115540713788896019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/womans-dream.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Dream....'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115506053793207028</id><published>2006-08-08T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-09T20:48:59.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You Walked Lightly"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/print%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/print%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked lightly into my life&lt;br /&gt;Captivating and lovely, to my mind,&lt;br /&gt;At first, I never cared who you were&lt;br /&gt;Now I don’t know who I am without you,&lt;br /&gt;You kissed me&lt;br /&gt;I felt my world change,&lt;br /&gt;You held me&lt;br /&gt;I heard my heart awaken,&lt;br /&gt;You loved me&lt;br /&gt;And my soul was born anew&lt;br /&gt;You walked lightly into my life&lt;br /&gt;Now my heart knows who you are&lt;br /&gt;And with every breath&lt;br /&gt;And every step&lt;br /&gt;I take down lonely roads,&lt;br /&gt;Your hand is my staff&lt;br /&gt;Your voice is my guide&lt;br /&gt;Your strength my shelter&lt;br /&gt;You’re passion my awakening.&lt;br /&gt;You walked lightly into my life,&lt;br /&gt;And all my pain&lt;br /&gt;You took as your own,&lt;br /&gt;And all my fears&lt;br /&gt;You cast into the sea,&lt;br /&gt;All my doubt&lt;br /&gt;Lost in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You walked lightly into my life&lt;br /&gt;And no matter if you choose to stay or go,&lt;br /&gt;My life is forever changed,&lt;br /&gt;Just because you loved me&lt;br /&gt;For a moment in time.&lt;br /&gt;And because I choose&lt;br /&gt;To love you&lt;br /&gt;For the rest of mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115506053793207028?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115506053793207028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115506053793207028&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115506053793207028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115506053793207028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-walked-lightly.html' title='&quot;You Walked Lightly&quot;'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115442533785007367</id><published>2006-08-01T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-17T03:29:51.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All I Can't Say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/writing-2.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/writing-2.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A blank piece of paper&lt;br /&gt;Of feelings I can't express&lt;br /&gt;Filled with my emotions&lt;br /&gt;And feelings I can't repress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to say it&lt;br /&gt;So I'm trying to write it down&lt;br /&gt;I open my mouth to tell you&lt;br /&gt;But I utter not a sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can mere words from my heart&lt;br /&gt;Even begin to explain?&lt;br /&gt;But not being able to make you understand&lt;br /&gt;Is easily my greatest pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you will stay&lt;br /&gt;And in my heart you will continue to grow&lt;br /&gt;I will love you now and always&lt;br /&gt;More than you could possibly ever know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115442533785007367?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115442533785007367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115442533785007367&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115442533785007367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115442533785007367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/all-i-cant-say.html' title='All I Can&apos;t Say'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115441800288833410</id><published>2006-08-01T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T05:24:30.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And I Think of You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/post.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/post.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning.. the sun shines,&lt;br /&gt;I stood up, looking outside..&lt;br /&gt;watchin the green fields and flowers..&lt;br /&gt;i think of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i pass by the road, &lt;br /&gt;I stopped for a moment&lt;br /&gt;I watch the clouds, so pure..&lt;br /&gt;then i think of you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walkin around... watching the skies at night&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the stars.. oh so bright&lt;br /&gt;I glanced at the moon, so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;And i think of you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i close my eyes to dream,&lt;br /&gt;there's a vision of a man,&lt;br /&gt;I looked at him carefully..&lt;br /&gt;and it appears to be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of my time spent,&lt;br /&gt;It was you in my mind..&lt;br /&gt;Most of my reasons to live,&lt;br /&gt;It is all because of you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115441800288833410?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115441800288833410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115441800288833410&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115441800288833410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115441800288833410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/and-i-think-of-you.html' title='And I Think of You..'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115437921218365088</id><published>2006-07-31T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T05:22:12.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Sit On The Sands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/untitled.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/untitled.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves never tire of their dance&lt;br /&gt;Coming and going together&lt;br /&gt;As though possessing all chance &lt;br /&gt;To entertain the world forever&lt;br /&gt;The horizon never parts with the sea&lt;br /&gt;In faithfulness neverending&lt;br /&gt;Just as the day after eternity&lt;br /&gt;My love will still be burning&lt;br /&gt;I search for things I don't know&lt;br /&gt;As I sit on the sands&lt;br /&gt;Hearing whispers, feeling the wind blow&lt;br /&gt;Gathering the clouds in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how unlike the tranquil sea&lt;br /&gt;This storm brewing inside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115437921218365088?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115437921218365088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115437921218365088&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115437921218365088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115437921218365088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/as-i-sit-on-sands.html' title='As I Sit On The Sands'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115437875516896824</id><published>2006-07-31T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T05:18:08.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Island of Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/island.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/island.2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You took me there&lt;br /&gt;to my island of dreams&lt;br /&gt;where anything is possible&lt;br /&gt;and nothing as it seems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trip was so bountiful&lt;br /&gt;with much more than you think&lt;br /&gt;I went with eyes wide open&lt;br /&gt;so much, I was afraid to blink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that this journey&lt;br /&gt;had time ticking away&lt;br /&gt;You remember how I hestitated&lt;br /&gt;because I could not stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the island held a wish&lt;br /&gt;and even had my name&lt;br /&gt;though it’s sand ran thru so quickly&lt;br /&gt;you have only me to blame&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115437875516896824?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115437875516896824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115437875516896824&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115437875516896824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115437875516896824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/08/island-of-dreams.html' title='An Island of Dreams'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115435332276557070</id><published>2006-07-31T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T05:06:54.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Setting Sun</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/setting%20sun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/setting%20sun.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the sun set today.&lt;br /&gt;It’s beautiful colors &lt;br /&gt;cascading the evening sky.&lt;br /&gt;As the sun lowered,&lt;br /&gt;I watched with amazement&lt;br /&gt;As the colors&lt;br /&gt;and the sky it self had changed.&lt;br /&gt;So different, yet just as beautiful&lt;br /&gt;A different shade of orange or purple,&lt;br /&gt;the clouds subtly change places and shapes.&lt;br /&gt;And as each moment passed I watch how slowly&lt;br /&gt;and how subtle the changes were.&lt;br /&gt;The clouds were always moving and changing,&lt;br /&gt;The colors moving from one shade to the next .&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful to watch.&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought of YOU&lt;br /&gt;I was distracted from the beauty for only a moment.&lt;br /&gt;The changes that occurred were no longer subtle and amazing&lt;br /&gt;It was abrupt, as if looking at a different sky&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a different day, either way,&lt;br /&gt;the moment was gone I was not one with the sky&lt;br /&gt;Yes the sunset was still beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;but the distraction took something away.&lt;br /&gt;I turned for just a moment &lt;br /&gt;and I was no longer part of the sky &lt;br /&gt;and it’s slow moving dance across the sky. &lt;br /&gt;I tried to get the moment back,&lt;br /&gt;but it was different.&lt;br /&gt;The warm feeling I felt was missing.&lt;br /&gt;This was a new music that started in a different place.&lt;br /&gt;As I sat and watched the sunset slide into the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;I felt as if I had been here before.&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought of YOU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115435332276557070?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115435332276557070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115435332276557070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115435332276557070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115435332276557070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/setting-sun.html' title='A Setting Sun'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115376756381582283</id><published>2006-07-24T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:27:08.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A wish of mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/noname.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/400/noname.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish upon a star,&lt;br /&gt;to be wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;hoping it would come true,&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;you are my eternal light,&lt;br /&gt;In the endless night.&lt;br /&gt;thought of you make me smile,&lt;br /&gt;thought of you make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;everyday my love grow stronger,&lt;br /&gt;and another tear is added with the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115376756381582283?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115376756381582283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115376756381582283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115376756381582283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115376756381582283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/wish-of-mine.html' title='A wish of mine'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115347999457875318</id><published>2006-07-21T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:35:55.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapters in the midnight sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/moon_night_sky_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/moon_night_sky_4.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I pronounced their eloquence&lt;br /&gt;of beauty , rich and dainty&lt;br /&gt;Twice I gaze into the midnight sky&lt;br /&gt;their scripture still does prompt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer are they encased&lt;br /&gt;or linger in the pages of my mind&lt;br /&gt;instead archival in their presence&lt;br /&gt;referenced - "when I was blind"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forming a reminiscent constellation&lt;br /&gt;each has a name scribed by the wind; above&lt;br /&gt;by one name I chose to label them all&lt;br /&gt;they are each aptly called - "love"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I moon over the contents&lt;br /&gt;of my library cast high&lt;br /&gt;as soon as the horizon begins to wink&lt;br /&gt;Surely enough the heavens they cry &lt;br /&gt;to wash away the evanescent ink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115347999457875318?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115347999457875318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115347999457875318&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115347999457875318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115347999457875318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/chapters-in-midnight-sky.html' title='Chapters in the midnight sky'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115339784890846911</id><published>2006-07-20T05:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:44:16.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/always-cake.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/always-cake.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun is going behind the horizon&lt;br /&gt;As the stars begin to appear&lt;br /&gt;The world is changing right before me&lt;br /&gt;Reminding me things will not&lt;br /&gt;Always be this way&lt;br /&gt;No matter the loneliness I feel&lt;br /&gt;You will call me again&lt;br /&gt;I will be okay&lt;br /&gt;You will not always be gone&lt;br /&gt;I wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;To see the stars above me&lt;br /&gt;Where you are, the sun shines&lt;br /&gt;When I am in darkness&lt;br /&gt;When you awake&lt;br /&gt;I am just laying my head down&lt;br /&gt;Upon the soft pillow below me&lt;br /&gt;But still there is one thing&lt;br /&gt;That I can always count on&lt;br /&gt;One thing we both do at the same time&lt;br /&gt;Whether day or night&lt;br /&gt;Asleep or awake&lt;br /&gt;When you think of me&lt;br /&gt;I am always…always &lt;br /&gt;Thinking of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115339784890846911?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115339784890846911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115339784890846911&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115339784890846911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115339784890846911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/always.html' title='Always'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115330146280882673</id><published>2006-07-19T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-26T01:48:15.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flowers and Clouds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/blackrose.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/blackrose.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies, clouds of cotton and fluff,&lt;br /&gt;The breeze gently blowing by the sweet smell&lt;br /&gt;Of spring.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers bloom and birds sing, &lt;br /&gt;The sweet fragrance they give from&lt;br /&gt;Ev’ry petal, dances about my head. &lt;br /&gt;Memories of you are there too, fondly remembered.&lt;br /&gt;You being there gives me purpose to be, purpose &lt;br /&gt;To go on. Even the sweetness of spring makes &lt;br /&gt;Your memories fonder, much sweeter than I could&lt;br /&gt;Ever have them be. &lt;br /&gt;Days stood still when you left, &lt;br /&gt;My heart broke, my spirit was crushed.&lt;br /&gt;So close, yet you are so far.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of you are all that’s left for me,&lt;br /&gt;I never said the right things, I refused to&lt;br /&gt;Open myself up, and now that you’re gone,&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing I can do, but wait..&lt;br /&gt;Until u bring back the clouds n flowers&lt;br /&gt;.... in my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115330146280882673?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115330146280882673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115330146280882673&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115330146280882673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115330146280882673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/flowers-and-clouds.html' title='Flowers and Clouds'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115314485597897456</id><published>2006-07-17T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T07:21:12.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Let The Sun Catch Her Crying</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/onaswing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/onaswing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When shadows of the night surround&lt;br /&gt;and heartache comes again to call&lt;br /&gt;Softly into a satin pillow&lt;br /&gt;her tears begin to fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams won't come&lt;br /&gt;Memories won't go&lt;br /&gt;The night holds&lt;br /&gt;the aches of&lt;br /&gt;long, long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too fresh to forget&lt;br /&gt;Too intense to recall&lt;br /&gt;They come without mercy&lt;br /&gt;invading her all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not hiding in the shadows&lt;br /&gt;of the night as they should&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they bring smiles&lt;br /&gt;as she hoped they would&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pillow-cased through the night&lt;br /&gt;wrapped in an ache of their own&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the sun catch her crying&lt;br /&gt;Dry her tears before break of dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New memories in the making&lt;br /&gt;on the day in shades of umber&lt;br /&gt;Dawning on new dreams&lt;br /&gt;propelling her through her slumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the sun catch her crying&lt;br /&gt;For the day should bring her glee&lt;br /&gt;When shadows of the new night come&lt;br /&gt;I trust she'll think of thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115314485597897456?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115314485597897456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115314485597897456&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115314485597897456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115314485597897456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/dont-let-sun-catch-her-crying.html' title='Don&apos;t Let The Sun Catch Her Crying'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115255034227036220</id><published>2006-07-10T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T22:49:55.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/frens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/400/frens.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115255034227036220?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115255034227036220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115255034227036220&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115255034227036220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115255034227036220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115238054495011488</id><published>2006-07-08T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-12T05:42:03.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/neeraj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/400/neeraj.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His meticulous ways,&lt;br /&gt;Of putting things away,&lt;br /&gt;His mischevious grin,&lt;br /&gt;Justifies the worst of sins,&lt;br /&gt;His dark compassionate eyes hold tightly onto many a secret.&lt;br /&gt;His mind is always moving, wandering, questioning, and I'd never forget.&lt;br /&gt;The calming gentle touch on my head by his fingertips,&lt;br /&gt;Those sensible words mentioned by his witty lips,&lt;br /&gt;He's a smart one, this respectable man,&lt;br /&gt;I strongly doubt there's anything he cannot understand,&lt;br /&gt;He who patiently listens, absorbs, and reflects,&lt;br /&gt;He whose will always remains firm to his ground,&lt;br /&gt;Impressionable, skeptical, and critical,&lt;br /&gt;I am one of the many he effects,&lt;br /&gt;We are there for the other,&lt;br /&gt;My friend and I - sister and brother.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115238054495011488?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115238054495011488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115238054495011488&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115238054495011488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115238054495011488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-brother.html' title='My Brother'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115216751059508553</id><published>2006-07-05T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T15:05:08.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Without Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/Caim-White-Rose.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/400/Caim-White-Rose.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the day happens to begin without me&lt;br /&gt;I urge you not to let your tears fall for me&lt;br /&gt;Know that I’m watching you while I depart&lt;br /&gt;Now I ask you to be brave&lt;br /&gt;Hold that beautiful smile on your face&lt;br /&gt;New journey after life had been opened up for me&lt;br /&gt;Never away-never apart from you&lt;br /&gt;I’m closer to you than you may think&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for you to join me in this path of eternity..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115216751059508553?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115216751059508553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115216751059508553&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115216751059508553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115216751059508553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/day-without-me.html' title='The Day Without Me'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115199309166150542</id><published>2006-07-03T22:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T15:06:30.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/IMG_6778.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/400/IMG_6778.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You told me from the start &lt;br /&gt;that it was your love i would see.&lt;br /&gt;You've opened up something in Me.&lt;br /&gt;You've touched a special place in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;You always believed in me from the start.&lt;br /&gt;Now its your love, and kind words&lt;br /&gt; I long to hear when we're apart.&lt;br /&gt;Just when my heart put up a shield, &lt;br /&gt;guarding me from a heartbroken past.&lt;br /&gt;You've shown me a wonderful love &lt;br /&gt;and a wonderful life with you&lt;br /&gt;is what i need at last.&lt;br /&gt;It's your love i want to cuddle up to at night.&lt;br /&gt;For my love i know that&lt;br /&gt; this love i feel for you is so right.&lt;br /&gt;When we talk you make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt; if only you could see the smiles.&lt;br /&gt;For the only thing that keeps me from you &lt;br /&gt;is the distance and the miles.&lt;br /&gt;We both believe this love can be true.&lt;br /&gt;So when in doubt, believe in me as i believe in you&lt;br /&gt; and neither one of us will be feeling blue!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115199309166150542?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115199309166150542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115199309166150542&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115199309166150542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115199309166150542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/believe-in-love.html' title='Believe in Love'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115195003730942443</id><published>2006-07-03T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T07:36:36.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Paths Led Me To You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/sepia-westminster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/sepia-westminster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the paths of my life,&lt;br /&gt;Have led me to this place,&lt;br /&gt;All the visions I have had,&lt;br /&gt;Have prepared me for thy face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All paths led me to you,&lt;br /&gt;Under the sky so blue,&lt;br /&gt;You are the sun in my sky,&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams it's always been you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All paths led me here,&lt;br /&gt;At the time and this place,&lt;br /&gt;To look within your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And find the mystery of my life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115195003730942443?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115195003730942443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115195003730942443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115195003730942443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115195003730942443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/all-paths-led-me-to-you.html' title='All Paths Led Me To You'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115191357781074980</id><published>2006-07-03T00:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T07:41:18.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A brightest star in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/sugarstar.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/sugarstar.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Sky, there is million of stars,&lt;br /&gt;But there is one and only one brightest star. &lt;br /&gt;A star that shine up my lonely heart,&lt;br /&gt;Pulling us together than keep us apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely night that I feel alone,&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that shine me up all along.&lt;br /&gt;My nights are cold, lonely and meek&lt;br /&gt;You are my strength, without you I am weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes Im so lonely that make me dream,&lt;br /&gt;A picture of you is all I see in my dream.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is beating 10 times as fast,&lt;br /&gt;Every time that I see you pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple things about you catch my heart,&lt;br /&gt;How do I know? Because I follow my true heart.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is honest and cannot lie,&lt;br /&gt;Things you have done that still in my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word I write is all I thought,&lt;br /&gt;A thought I think could not be fought.&lt;br /&gt;And you are my only one brightest star, &lt;br /&gt;A brightest star that shine within my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115191357781074980?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115191357781074980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115191357781074980&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115191357781074980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115191357781074980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/brightest-star-in-sky.html' title='A brightest star in the sky'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115175617945990919</id><published>2006-07-01T05:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-03T12:57:20.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stumbled upon a real nice toast:-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/lovee.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/lovee.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here's to one and only one,&lt;br /&gt;And may that one be thee&lt;br /&gt;Who loves but one and only one,&lt;br /&gt;And may that one be me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115175617945990919?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115175617945990919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115175617945990919&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115175617945990919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115175617945990919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/07/stumbled-upon-real-nice-toast.html' title='Stumbled upon a real nice toast:-'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115134767645438829</id><published>2006-06-26T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T01:34:30.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/holding_hands.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/holding_hands.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TAKE MY HAND&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Y&lt;/em&gt;esterday you asked me something &lt;br /&gt;I thought you knew &lt;br /&gt;So i told you with a smile &lt;br /&gt;Its all about you &lt;br /&gt;Then you whispered in my ear &lt;br /&gt;And you told me too &lt;br /&gt;Said you make my life worthwhile &lt;br /&gt;Its all about you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i would answer all your wishes &lt;br /&gt;If you ask me to &lt;br /&gt;But if you deny me your love &lt;br /&gt;Don't know what I'd do &lt;br /&gt;So hold me close to your heart&lt;br /&gt;And say those three words &lt;br /&gt;Like you always do &lt;br /&gt;Dancing in the misty dreams &lt;br /&gt;Is all about yo&lt;em&gt;u&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AND HOLD IT TIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115134767645438829?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115134767645438829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115134767645438829&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115134767645438829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115134767645438829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/06/take-my-hand-yesterday-you-asked-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115120551638046636</id><published>2006-06-24T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T00:42:50.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Each Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/moon.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/moon.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night when I have closed my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts fly through the moonlit skies&lt;br /&gt;And though you are beyond my sight&lt;br /&gt;I whisper cross the void “Good Night”&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And during times when we’re apart&lt;br /&gt;With miles between our beating hearts&lt;br /&gt;I think about you all the time&lt;br /&gt;I always have you on my mind&lt;br /&gt;And I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know that you miss me too&lt;br /&gt;And once my time away is through&lt;br /&gt;Oh! That time would speed it’s way&lt;br /&gt;And bring around that wondrous day &lt;br /&gt;When I’m with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115120551638046636?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115120551638046636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115120551638046636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115120551638046636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115120551638046636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/06/each-night.html' title='Each Night'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115120441214079512</id><published>2006-06-24T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T09:42:42.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As I Sit On The Sands</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/shellz.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/400/shellz.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves never tire of their dance&lt;br /&gt;Coming and going together&lt;br /&gt;As though possessing all chance &lt;br /&gt;To entertain the world forever&lt;br /&gt;The horizon never parts with the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In faithfulness neverending&lt;br /&gt;Just as the day after eternity&lt;br /&gt;My love will still be burning&lt;br /&gt;I search for things I don't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit on the sands&lt;br /&gt;Hearing whispers, feeling the wind blow&lt;br /&gt;Gathering the clouds in my hands&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how unlike the tranquil sea&lt;br /&gt;This storm brewing inside of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115120441214079512?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115120441214079512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115120441214079512&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115120441214079512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115120441214079512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/06/as-i-sit-on-sands.html' title='As I Sit On The Sands'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115118119545762658</id><published>2006-06-24T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T03:24:44.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's You....</title><content type='html'>A day so cold and cloudy,&lt;br /&gt;To stay in bed is nothing new.&lt;br /&gt;The chill of the air taunts me,&lt;br /&gt;but then, I remember, there's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I fret my long hours,&lt;br /&gt;At work there is so much to do.&lt;br /&gt;I worry that it just might kill me,&lt;br /&gt;but then, I remember, there's you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I return to my bed alone,&lt;br /&gt;I fret, even though the day is through.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes hide from the world around me,&lt;br /&gt;and then, I remember, there's you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115118119545762658?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115118119545762658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115118119545762658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115118119545762658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115118119545762658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/06/theres-you.html' title='There&apos;s You....'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115099189378012704</id><published>2006-06-22T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T20:07:59.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That thing you do . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/catttttttttttt.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/catttttttttttt.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the first thing I think of &lt;br /&gt;Each morning when I rise &lt;br /&gt;You're the last thing I think of &lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in each thought I have &lt;br /&gt;And every breath I take &lt;br /&gt;My feelings are growing stronger &lt;br /&gt;With every move you make &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're an angel from above &lt;br /&gt;who takes away my pain &lt;br /&gt;My love for you is so strong &lt;br /&gt;It's always just the same &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the miracle in my life &lt;br /&gt;Who can always make me smile &lt;br /&gt;Just knowing that you care &lt;br /&gt;Makes my life worth-while &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've touched my heart and soul &lt;br /&gt;Which you have from the start &lt;br /&gt;Your warm soft words &lt;br /&gt;Will never leave my heart &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are everything I want &lt;br /&gt;You're so pure and true &lt;br /&gt;I love you with everything I have &lt;br /&gt;And I love everything that you do&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115099189378012704?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115099189378012704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115099189378012704&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115099189378012704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115099189378012704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/06/that-thing-you-do.html' title='That thing you do . . .'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115077887129245127</id><published>2006-06-19T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:57:51.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer Said......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/gw_10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/gw_10.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day,&lt;br /&gt;Just before I go to bed,&lt;br /&gt;Before I close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I whisper a little prayer to God;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for him to help me show &lt;br /&gt;How I love you with all of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper to him how much I need you here,&lt;br /&gt;For him to give me the strength for me to be secure,&lt;br /&gt;To feel that I'm the only one,&lt;br /&gt;the one you ever need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper to Him a prayer of thank's,&lt;br /&gt;Of having the chance to meet you.....&lt;br /&gt;For offering you into my life&lt;br /&gt;And for the chance of calling you my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper to God I'll never give up on you,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how hard it may ever seem.....&lt;br /&gt;simply because we are countries apart.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I whisper a little prayer to God&lt;br /&gt;To keep you safe and out of harms way&lt;br /&gt;To give you strength in whatever comes your way&lt;br /&gt;To show you my love is real&lt;br /&gt;And to take away all your fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray in his name.....&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115077887129245127?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115069073728784443</id><published>2006-06-18T21:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T03:11:42.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Piece of Magic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/aaaaaaaaaaaaaa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/200/aaaaaaaaaaaaaa.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like magic, and it will always be,&lt;br /&gt;For Love still remains life's sweet mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Love works in ways that are wondrous and strange,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing in life that Love cannot change.&lt;br /&gt;Love can transform the most common place&lt;br /&gt;into beauty, wonder, splender and grace.&lt;br /&gt;Love is unselfish,understanding and kind.&lt;br /&gt;For it sees with it's heart and not with it's mind.&lt;br /&gt;Love gives and forgives,&lt;br /&gt;there's nothing too much for Love to heal,&lt;br /&gt;For Love is a language that every heart speaks.&lt;br /&gt;For Love is a language that every heart seeks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115069073728784443?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115069073728784443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115069073728784443&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115069073728784443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/200/lol.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit up late at night..&lt;br /&gt;I close my eyes so very tight..&lt;br /&gt;My mind drifts away..&lt;br /&gt;As I picture a bright and shinny day..&lt;br /&gt;There you are..&lt;br /&gt;Standing not that far..&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes so beautiful..&lt;br /&gt;Just like two shinning stars..&lt;br /&gt;As you smile..&lt;br /&gt;A very beautiful smile..&lt;br /&gt;My heart fly's for miles..&lt;br /&gt;As day quickly fades to night..&lt;br /&gt;You grab my hand so very tight..&lt;br /&gt;We walk on a moonlit beach..&lt;br /&gt;With the stars shinning so bright..&lt;br /&gt;God this feels so right..&lt;br /&gt;As we walk for miles holding hands..&lt;br /&gt;We walk through the moist white sand..&lt;br /&gt;I turn my head..&lt;br /&gt;And see an angel..&lt;br /&gt;I try to speak but my words are tangled..&lt;br /&gt;As you softly speak into my ear..&lt;br /&gt;I hear..Three words I hold so dear..&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes that I held so tight..&lt;br /&gt;And my face and heart shines so bright..&lt;br /&gt;As I say to my self I Love You...&lt;br /&gt;And, Goodnight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115039575601699247?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115039575601699247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115039575601699247&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115039575601699247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115039575601699247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/06/dreamer-in-daylight.html' title='A DREAMER IN DAYLIGHT'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-115029370481937692</id><published>2006-06-14T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:15:00.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Ever Enduring Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/fairyloveoe.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/fairyloveoe.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is like the warm summer wind,&lt;br /&gt;It always whispers softly in your ear,&lt;br /&gt;Love is like a place of worship,&lt;br /&gt;It never loses faith, hope, or its touch,&lt;br /&gt;Love never favors one thing or another,&lt;br /&gt;Love embraces one another, &lt;br /&gt;Love is like the warm summer sun,&lt;br /&gt;It is always bright,&lt;br /&gt;Love is fun,&lt;br /&gt;You never want to leave your love’s side,&lt;br /&gt;Love is sadness,&lt;br /&gt;Love can hurt no matter how strong you love someone,&lt;br /&gt;Love in its purest form equals content ness,&lt;br /&gt;Love does not believe in free will but fate,&lt;br /&gt;Love never goes away,&lt;br /&gt;Even if the world consumes you and you wish it would just go away,&lt;br /&gt;Love does not follow, &lt;br /&gt;Love leads,&lt;br /&gt;Love gives hope to the hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;Love is generous,&lt;br /&gt;Only if you knew in so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;Love makes one strive for the next day to see what it holds,&lt;br /&gt;If you look carefully you will find that precious pearl,&lt;br /&gt;Love never says no but opens up and experiences new things,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that your love is there to hold you when you are down,&lt;br /&gt;Love is like an ocean it never ceases to cold,&lt;br /&gt;If you listen gently it will tell you a new secret each day.&lt;br /&gt;to learn and to hold..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-115029370481937692?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/115029370481937692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=115029370481937692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/115029370481937692'/><link rel='self' 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say am wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I say, ''You're right!''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can see everyone,&lt;br /&gt;and care for them too..&lt;br /&gt;You cannot ever see me..&lt;br /&gt;coz am right behind you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a darker sky,&lt;br /&gt;far far away,&lt;br /&gt;As a night comes,&lt;br /&gt;only when there ends a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am one of a million&lt;br /&gt;others in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;flickering like twinkles,&lt;br /&gt;in your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world remains the same,&lt;br /&gt;yet for you there is no me..&lt;br /&gt;and for me,&lt;br /&gt;There is no one but you! :)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;nams&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-114957451398973326?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/114957451398973326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=114957451398973326&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114957451398973326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114957451398973326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/06/youre-like-sun.html' title='You&apos;re like the Sun..'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-114906437091430891</id><published>2006-05-31T01:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T03:05:17.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gift of Your Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/P5050877.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/200/P5050877.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've touched my heart with the gift of your love&lt;br /&gt;A pure and sacred blessing sent from up above&lt;br /&gt;I love what you do for me and how you make me feel&lt;br /&gt;And each day my heart you continuously steal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've taught me to love and to trust once again&lt;br /&gt;You are life's greatest gift and my true friend&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate what you do for me each and every day&lt;br /&gt;Forever in my heart you'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your friend, your love, and your comfort&lt;br /&gt;You're the beating force of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there you forever from this day forward&lt;br /&gt;We're blessed and will never be apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we embark upon our journey - the future is ours&lt;br /&gt;It's written in our smiles and shown in heaven's stars&lt;br /&gt;I'm here for you always, to share and care,&lt;br /&gt;It's the start forever as our love will always be there..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-114906437091430891?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/114906437091430891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-114838631273167370</id><published>2006-05-23T05:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T21:35:37.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/purplebouquet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/purplebouquet.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Thousand Fair Suitors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A thousand fair suitors all stab at your heart&lt;br /&gt;Those poets of movement and jockeys of art&lt;br /&gt;The high-volume vendors who hustle romance&lt;br /&gt;Splashing their canvas with color and dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blasters of trumpets, gold banners unfurled&lt;br /&gt;They offer lush gardens in glistening worlds&lt;br /&gt;Yes, bearers of torches and carvers of stone&lt;br /&gt;Who whisper their sonnets and surrender their thrones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there in your doorway, no shadow is cast&lt;br /&gt;No lingering voices, no ghosts from the past&lt;br /&gt;Just a cluster of walls, and a window of pain&lt;br /&gt;Collecting the heartache like droplets of rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still I stand before you, with palms to the sky&lt;br /&gt;No gold in my pocket, no thorn in my side&lt;br /&gt;And all I can offer, where words have no place&lt;br /&gt;Is a body that trembles, and this love that awaits..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-114838631273167370?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-114835863298781465</id><published>2006-05-22T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T06:15:36.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Withdrawal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I don’t quite know what to say,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I’ll say this if I may,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That I’ve cried for your love till tears would no longer flow,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I have tried my darndest to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;It ravaged my soul when you said Good Bye,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It hit me so hard, I thought I would die.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Alas, your love hath cast me in an intractable dye,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And it brazenly lived on, and so did I.&lt;br /&gt;To empty my soul of you has been my worst ordeal,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How dumb of me to think, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;That if all this pain could buy me peace at the end,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It would still be a fair deal.&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am empty, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and nothingness abounds,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want you to come and fill me again.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I want to redo the pleasure and pain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If only to see myself lose you again,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To cry, to twitch, to writhe in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Just this once, I want to be sure,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This time I want to succumb to the malaise,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Knowing that there ain’t any cure.&lt;br /&gt;Nothingness fills my being this day,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No feeling, not a thought wafts in,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No hope, or despair I sense,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just vacuum fills the air..&lt;br /&gt;No more tears, no more lies,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thank God and Good riddance, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To all the sobs and cries..&lt;/strong&gt;&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/11800248-114835863298781465?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/114835863298781465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=114835863298781465&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114835863298781465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114835863298781465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/05/withdrawal.html' title='The Withdrawal'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-114821687415795628</id><published>2006-05-21T06:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T04:11:04.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I THOUGHT</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;IT WAS YOU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;I'd searched so long for the one;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the one who would know me, Inside out, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I knew if I found him &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my whole world would change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;— that no matter the cost, I would run through the pain. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm sorry…I thought it was you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He would gaze at me in the night &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and share words of passionate prose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We would wile away the hours &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and the years together, at ease. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He would never doubt my love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I would be his to own forever. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So sorry…I thought it was you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The one I dreamt of knew my ways &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and understood the varied beat and rhythm, that my life retreat upon.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We would spend our days as friends, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;working our way through the strife &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and worry that breeds in this world. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A pity…it wasn't you. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would have traveled the whole world &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to be with the one I have dreamt of. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would have forsaken all that I have, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;burning the memories of the past&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and walk towards his, and my life. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I was sketchily mistaken, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;I guess it’s sad…coz I thought it was you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-114821687415795628?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/114821687415795628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=114821687415795628&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114821687415795628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114821687415795628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-thought.html' title='I THOUGHT'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-114578884940311330</id><published>2006-04-23T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T18:58:56.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE...</title><content type='html'>Hey ya,&lt;br /&gt;Everytime you visit my blog there's a poem waiting to be read. But this time i had different plans for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever wondered how small things in life prove to be a great learning&lt;br /&gt;experience? This fortnight we would like to share a small story with you.&lt;br /&gt;It might change the way you look at life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A son and his father were walking on the mountains. Suddenly, his son&lt;br /&gt;falls, hurts himself and screams:&lt;br /&gt;"AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;To his surprise, he hears the voice repeating, somewhere in the&lt;br /&gt;mountain: "AAAhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"&lt;br /&gt;He receives the answer: "Coward!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks to his father and asks: "What's going on?"&lt;br /&gt;The father smiles and says: "My son, pay attention."&lt;br /&gt;Again the man screams: "You are a champion!"&lt;br /&gt;The voice answers: "You are a champion!"&lt;br /&gt;The boy is surprised, but does not understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the father explains: "People call this ECHO, but really this is&lt;br /&gt;LIFE. It gives you back everything you say or do. Our life is simply a&lt;br /&gt;reflection of our actions. If you want more love in the world, create&lt;br /&gt;more love in your heart. If you want more competence in your team, improve&lt;br /&gt;your competence. This relationship applies to everything, in all&lt;br /&gt;aspects of life; Life will give you back everything you have given to it."&lt;br /&gt;Curious, he yells: "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;He receives the answer: "Who are you?"&lt;br /&gt;And then he screams to the mountain: "I admire you!"&lt;br /&gt;The voice answers: "I admire you!"&lt;br /&gt;Angered at the response, he screams: "Coward!"&lt;br /&gt; "YOUR LIFE IS NOT A COINCIDENCE. IT'S A REFLECTION OF YOU!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ALWAYS Nams...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-114578884940311330?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/114578884940311330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=114578884940311330&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114578884940311330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114578884940311330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/04/life.html' title='LIFE...'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-114231109158724283</id><published>2006-03-13T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T08:07:24.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>moi masterpiece</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/1600/sepianams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7806/971/320/sepianams.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-114231109158724283?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/114231109158724283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=114231109158724283&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114231109158724283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114231109158724283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/03/moi-masterpiece.html' title='moi masterpiece'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-114230969172784415</id><published>2006-03-13T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T07:16:56.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's make a deal...................</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You forgive me for LIKING YOU too much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for not liking me enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You forgive me for MISSING YOU so,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for being so cold.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; You forgive me for the LOUD RACING of MY HEART,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for not hearing it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You forgive me for PLAYING YOUR GAMES,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for toying with my emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; You forgive me for finding you SO ATTRACTIVE,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for not noticing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You forgive me for RAISING YOU up so high,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for bringing me down so low. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You forgive me for WANTING TO BE WITH YOU all the time,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for avoiding me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;You forgive me for BEING SO PATHETIC,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for taking advantage of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; You forgive me for not being able TO LET GO,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for never having latched on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt; You forgive me for having HOPES AND DREAMS,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I'll forgive you for crushing them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-114230969172784415?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/114230969172784415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=114230969172784415&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114230969172784415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/114230969172784415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-make-deal.html' title='Let&apos;s make a deal...................'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-112297732821464551</id><published>2005-08-02T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T08:13:06.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By The Candles Light</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;By the candles light....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I drift onto a dreams delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I see you and me on an island &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;way beyond the oceans and seas&lt;br /&gt;The flames by the candles light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;bring to memory the suns bright gleam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The sense of the rays layin upon our bodies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;A gleam of you holdin me....&lt;br /&gt;The intense bright orange flames &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;reminiscences of the glow from our bodies &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Souls combine and hearts beflight...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;..Just as the candles light starts to burn oh so bright.....&lt;br /&gt;The flames represent our love....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.So strong, so true, and so bright....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;.An eternal flame I hope it remains.....&lt;br /&gt;I awaken by early morn' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;to find the candles light still burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;still oh so bright.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-112297732821464551?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/112297732821464551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=112297732821464551&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/112297732821464551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/112297732821464551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/08/by-candles-light.html' title='By The Candles Light'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111980041197151457</id><published>2005-06-26T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T07:54:44.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect World</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I once was asked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;To describe a perfect world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I sat and thought&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;My mind all awhirl.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Flowers forever in bloom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;And blue skies came to mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Chocolate covered anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;(whatever I could find)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Kitty cats and puppy dogs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;And little kids galore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Showers on a summer day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Who could ask for more?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Fireflies and butterflies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;And crickets in the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Sitting in a lily field&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;Watching ladybugs take flight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;I could go on and on all day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;About things that I find true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;But this world was far from perfect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#003300;"&gt;'til the day that I met you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111980041197151457?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111980041197151457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111980041197151457&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111980041197151457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111980041197151457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/06/perfect-world.html' title='A Perfect World'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111954484758070056</id><published>2005-06-23T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:40:47.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By The Seashore</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Walks on the beach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Salt in the air&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Sun shining brightly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;The wind in your hair&lt;br /&gt;Gathering treasures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Searching the shore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Finding seashells and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Looking for more&lt;br /&gt;Holding your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;A smile on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;No where on earth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Is there a better place&lt;br /&gt;Magical sunset&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Beautiful skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Holding your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Looking in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Strolling along&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;With you by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;My best friend, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Companion, and guide&lt;br /&gt;Walking with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;By the seashore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Times like these&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#993399;"&gt;Are what i long for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111954484758070056?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111954484758070056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111954484758070056&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111954484758070056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111954484758070056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/06/by-seashore.html' title='By The Seashore'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111954469075694328</id><published>2005-06-23T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T15:36:03.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All About You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a world of darkness,&lt;br /&gt;You are my light.&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by ignorance,&lt;br /&gt;You are my sight.&lt;br /&gt;When I am sad,&lt;br /&gt;You are my cheer.&lt;br /&gt;The love that you give,&lt;br /&gt;Will remain ever dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world of confusion,&lt;br /&gt;You are my thought.&lt;br /&gt;A love like yours,&lt;br /&gt;My heart always sought.&lt;br /&gt;Alone without you could be my end,&lt;br /&gt;Across the miles my love i shall send.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are my strength,&lt;br /&gt;When I am too weak.&lt;br /&gt;You're like a lion,&lt;br /&gt;When I am too meek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bring out the better half of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;To be without you would take it's toll.&lt;br /&gt;And thus as I reflect upon you,&lt;br /&gt;I know that I've found a love that is true.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111954469075694328?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111954469075694328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111954469075694328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111954469075694328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111954469075694328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/06/all-about-you.html' title='All About You'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111954453649598344</id><published>2005-06-23T09:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T03:17:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accept Me As I Am</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am the defiant one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Who beats her own drum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I dance within the moonlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And play beneath the sun.&lt;br /&gt;I conform to no one's rules&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am a woman of my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Before I'd bend beneath your will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'll learn to stand alone.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is my own&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I give you no control,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I am who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;And I am a woman whole.&lt;br /&gt;I toss aside your claims&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;That I belong to you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For I belong unto myself &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To my own self I'll be true.&lt;br /&gt;I am a woman strong and proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I live by a moral code,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Internal strength my victory&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I can shoulder any load.&lt;br /&gt;I allow no one to own me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm not some prize to be won,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I stand firm in my convictions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;When each day is done.&lt;br /&gt;This life I live is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;To share with whom I choose,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Never try to change me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For I'm not a pair of shoes.&lt;br /&gt;And if I give my love to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'll come just as I am,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;You can't lead my soul to slaughter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Like some meek and gentle lamb.&lt;br /&gt;I am just who I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Accept just what you see,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I have a world of love to give&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you can love just me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't compare me to another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;I'm not some clay for you to mold,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Don't put a chain upon my spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;For it's not yours to hold.&lt;br /&gt;Inside I am beautiful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Let my spirit fly free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;It will forever be with yours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;If you can accept just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111954453649598344?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111954453649598344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111954453649598344&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111954453649598344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111954453649598344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/06/accept-me-as-i-am.html' title='Accept Me As I Am'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111946245518429158</id><published>2005-06-22T10:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:47:35.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>nature</title><content type='html'>Nature has left me amazed of love,&lt;br /&gt;-How numerous are the ways of love,&lt;br /&gt;How does the Spider know how to spin a web?&lt;br /&gt;The same instincts make me crazed of love,&lt;br /&gt;How do Pigeons fly blindly back to their roost?&lt;br /&gt;I'm led to you through this maze of love,&lt;br /&gt;Like the sad Rosebud crying her morning dew,&lt;br /&gt;Fleeting are our youthful days of love,&lt;br /&gt;When the Clouds burst forth leaving the earth refreshed,&lt;br /&gt;All of the world weeps in praise of love,&lt;br /&gt;Like the stealth of a Tiger viewing her prey,&lt;br /&gt;How silently I have prayed of love,&lt;br /&gt;In a sky full of stars,&lt;br /&gt;I choose you as my Moon,&lt;br /&gt;What more is there to say of love?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111946245518429158?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111946245518429158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111946245518429158&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111946245518429158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111946245518429158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/06/nature.html' title='nature'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111946232758952163</id><published>2005-06-22T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T10:45:27.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Standing by,  All the way.&lt;br /&gt;Here to help you through your day. &lt;br /&gt;  Holding you up,    When you are weak,   &lt;br /&gt;Helping you find what it is you seek.&lt;br /&gt;Catching your tears,&lt;br /&gt;When you cry.&lt;br /&gt;Pulling you through when the tide is high.&lt;br /&gt;   Absorbing your voice    When you talk.   &lt;br /&gt;Standing by u when u learn to walk.&lt;br /&gt;Just being there,&lt;br /&gt;Through thick and thin,We will fight n we will win!&lt;br /&gt;  Dont really know if its early to say, &lt;br /&gt;  But we both are here to stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111946232758952163?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111946232758952163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111946232758952163&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111946232758952163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111946232758952163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/06/standing-by-all-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111946216329644913</id><published>2005-06-22T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T18:42:39.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Love Lost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I miss u With every breath I take&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I want u &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With every fiber of my being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I need u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To quench the thirst I feel inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I desire u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To fill the hunger only you can provide&lt;br /&gt;The soothing voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the sound of laughters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The uttered words,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;its calming effect&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The thoughtfull gestures,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;so unexpected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The sudden changes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the turn of events&lt;br /&gt;Numb, pain filled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;amidst the smiles conjured&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;The sorrow, the agony like a knife buried deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No questions, no demands just a finality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A love lost,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;left with nothing but memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111946216329644913?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111946216329644913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111946216329644913&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111946216329644913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111946216329644913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/06/love-lost.html' title='A Love Lost'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111336975841025616</id><published>2005-04-12T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T12:49:50.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the last thought..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know that the day will come when, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my sight of this earth shall be lost,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; and lifewill take its leave in silence,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;drawing the last curtain over my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Yet stars will watch at night and&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;morning rise as before&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and hours heave like sea waves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;casting up pleasures and pains.&lt;br /&gt;When I think of this end of my moments,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the barrier of the moment breaks and I see&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;by the light of death&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;thy world with its careless treasures.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rare is ites lowliest seat, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rare is its meanest of lives.&lt;br /&gt;Things that I long for in vain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and things that I got-- let them pass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me but truly possess the things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that I ever spurned and overlooked.&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel that love my lord,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that I once gave to him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and I will see many a deaths dear lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but let them be..for him.&lt;br /&gt;Do not know if he even thinks of me,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in the darkest of hours or brightest of smiles,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i have no clue.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All i wish selfishly now,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is when i take my last breath&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;..let it be with you.&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/11800248-111336975841025616?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111336975841025616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111336975841025616&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111336975841025616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111336975841025616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/04/last-thought.html' title='the last thought..'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111336954659951219</id><published>2005-04-12T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-12T22:19:06.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>if it isnt....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If it is not my portion to meet thee in this life,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;then let me ever feel that I have missed thy sight.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let me not forget for a moment,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;let me carry the pangs of this sorrow in my dreams,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and in my wakefull hours.&lt;br /&gt;For days I wait and nights i cried,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know not where thee dwells,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I know not who thy love is.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All I know for now and forever,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;is that my love once is now lost.&lt;br /&gt;I do not cry for thee my love,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I do not cry for thee my lord.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I sit beneath the shadow of destiny,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;waiting for the mist of tears to dry.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;coz thats when my soul be free to fly.&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/11800248-111336954659951219?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111336954659951219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111336954659951219&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111336954659951219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111336954659951219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/04/if-it-isnt.html' title='if it isnt....'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111336858220934327</id><published>2005-04-12T21:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T10:06:57.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dear love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I seem to have loved you in numberless forms,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;numberless times,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In life after life, in age after age forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;That you take as a gift, make use for awhile,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;n keep it away, as an antique once graced.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I hear old chronicles of love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its age-old pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;its ancient tale of being apart and together,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;As I stare on and on into the past,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In the end you emerge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Clad in the light of a pole-star,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;piercing the darkness of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I have floated here on the stream,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;that brings from the fount.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;At the heart of time love of one for another.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have played alongside millions of lovers, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;shared in the sameshy sweetness of meeting,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the same distressfull tears of farewell,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have become an image,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;of what is remembered forever in my heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And an image that has dwelt tears,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;in these eyes... far and apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111336858220934327?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111336858220934327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111336858220934327&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111336858220934327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111336858220934327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/04/dear-love.html' title='dear love..'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111298577510689748</id><published>2005-04-08T11:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T06:48:24.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>about him..</title><content type='html'>He who ever had remained in the depth of my being,&lt;br /&gt;in the twilight of gleams and of glimpses;&lt;br /&gt;Words have wooed yet failed to win him,&lt;br /&gt;persuasion has stretched to him its eager arms in vain.&lt;br /&gt;I have roamed from country to country,&lt;br /&gt;keeping him in the core of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;and around him have risen and fallen&lt;br /&gt;the growth and decay of my life.&lt;br /&gt;Over my thoughts and actions,&lt;br /&gt;my slumbers and dreams,&lt;br /&gt;he reigned yet dwelled alone and apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111298577510689748?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111298577510689748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111298577510689748&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111298577510689748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111298577510689748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/04/about-him.html' title='about him..'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111294053470647549</id><published>2005-04-07T23:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-30T22:51:41.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>my baby</title><content type='html'>The sleep that flits on my baby's eyes---&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know from where it comes?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is a rumour that it has its dwelling where,&lt;br /&gt;in the fairy village among shadows of the forest&lt;br /&gt;dimly lit with glow worms, there hangs two timid buds&lt;br /&gt;of enchantment. From there&lt;br /&gt;           it comes to kiss my baby's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smile that flikers on my baby's lips when he sleeps--&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know where it was born?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there is a rumour that a young pale beam&lt;br /&gt;of a crescent moon touched the edge of a vanishing&lt;br /&gt;autumn cloud, and there the smile was first born&lt;br /&gt;in the dream of a dew washed morning--&lt;br /&gt;          the smile that flikers on my baby's lips when he sleeps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet, soft freshness that blooms on my baby's limbs--&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know where it was hidden so long?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, when i was a young girl it lay&lt;br /&gt;pervading my heart in tender and silent mystery&lt;br /&gt;of love--the sweet, soft freshness&lt;br /&gt;         that has bloomed on my baby's limbs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111294053470647549?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111294053470647549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111294053470647549&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111294053470647549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111294053470647549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-baby.html' title='my baby'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111294010626311454</id><published>2005-04-07T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T23:01:46.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear God..</title><content type='html'>What divine drink would thou have, my god,&lt;br /&gt;from this overflowing cup of my life?&lt;br /&gt;    My poet, is it thy delight to see thy creation&lt;br /&gt;through my eyes and to stand at the portals&lt;br /&gt;of my ears, silently to listen&lt;br /&gt;to thine own eternal harmony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is weaving words in my mind&lt;br /&gt;and thy joy is adding music to them.&lt;br /&gt;Thou givest thyself to me in love and then&lt;br /&gt;feelest thine own entire sweetness in me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111294010626311454?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111294010626311454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111294010626311454&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111294010626311454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111294010626311454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/04/dear-god_07.html' title='Dear God..'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111286849681332807</id><published>2005-04-07T03:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T03:08:16.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Dreamer </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To you,&lt;br /&gt;my mind will always stray. &lt;br /&gt;And in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;your eyes beckon dolefully. &lt;br /&gt;In truth,&lt;br /&gt;you find you cannot stay.&lt;br /&gt;You look,&lt;br /&gt;but not for me, &lt;br /&gt;in dreams of lovers,&lt;br /&gt;by the sea.&lt;br /&gt;Somwhere I am set afloat,&lt;br /&gt;no sight of land.&lt;br /&gt;No hope, of embrace,&lt;br /&gt;by my sweet long passed on.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere waves crash,&lt;br /&gt;and I wait for you,&lt;br /&gt;to look for me again.&lt;br /&gt;To dream of my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;beckoning you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111286849681332807?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111286849681332807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111286849681332807&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111286849681332807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111286849681332807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/04/dreamer.html' title='A Dreamer '/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111286828533208394</id><published>2005-04-07T03:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-18T01:19:32.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>his..Apologies </title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will try to catch up tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;If not I will drop you a line &lt;br /&gt;I have heard this all before &lt;br /&gt;Its been said time after time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of his let downs&lt;br /&gt;Later he will try to explain &lt;br /&gt;Saying his week was busy&lt;br /&gt;Apologies all sound the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I the last thing on his mind &lt;br /&gt;It seemed that way to me &lt;br /&gt;Another promise is broken&lt;br /&gt;I receive yet another apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each one repeats like an echo &lt;br /&gt;Apologies sent with regrets&lt;br /&gt;What was he trying to justify&lt;br /&gt;When I am the one he forgets&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111286828533208394?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111286828533208394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111286828533208394&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111286828533208394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111286828533208394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/04/hisapologies.html' title='his..Apologies '/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111268528522444274</id><published>2005-04-05T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:14:45.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou hast left death for my companion&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i shall crown him with my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thy sword is with me to cut asunder my bonds,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and there shall be no fear left for me in the world.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;From now i leave off all petty decorations.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lord of my heart, &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no more shall there be &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for me waiting and weeping in corners,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no more shy and soft of demeanour.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thou hast given me thy sword for adornment.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No more bride's decorations for me.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111268528522444274?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111268528522444274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111268528522444274&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111268528522444274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111268528522444274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/04/thou-hast-left-death-for-my-companion.html' title=''/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111268448027217362</id><published>2005-04-05T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T00:01:20.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>eyes wide shut..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ah, my sleep, precious sleep,&lt;br /&gt;which only waits for his touch to vanish.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, my closed eyes&lt;br /&gt;that would open their lids only&lt;br /&gt;to the light of his smile&lt;br /&gt;when he stands before me like a dream&lt;br /&gt;emerging from darkness of sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let him appear before my sight&lt;br /&gt;as the first of all lights and forms.&lt;br /&gt;The first thrill of joy to my awakened soul&lt;br /&gt;let it come from his glance.&lt;br /&gt;And let my return to myself be&lt;br /&gt;immediate return to him.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111268448027217362?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111268448027217362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111268448027217362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111268448027217362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111268448027217362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/04/eyes-wide-shut.html' title='eyes wide shut..'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111241632748861887</id><published>2005-04-01T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T20:32:07.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wait..</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Oh, how, indeed, could i tell them&lt;br /&gt;that for thee i wait, and that thou&lt;br /&gt;hast promise to come. How could i&lt;br /&gt;utter for shame that i keep for my dowry&lt;br /&gt;this poverty. Ah i hug this pride&lt;br /&gt;in the secret of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit on the grass and gaze upon the sky&lt;br /&gt;and dream of the sudden splendour of thy coming--&lt;br /&gt;all the lights ablaze, golden penons flying over thy car,&lt;br /&gt;and they at the roadside standing agape!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111241632748861887?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111241632748861887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111241632748861887&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111241632748861887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111241632748861887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/04/wait.html' title='the wait..'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111219596754433307</id><published>2005-03-30T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T07:19:27.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>let only...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let only that little be left of me whereby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I may name thee my all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let only that little be left of my will whereby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I may feel thee on every side,and come to thee in everything,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;and offer to thee my love every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let only that little be left of me whereby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I may never hide thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Let only that little of my fetters be left whereby&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I am bound with thy will, and thy purpose is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;carried out in my life----and that is the fetter of thy love.&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/11800248-111219596754433307?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111219596754433307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111219596754433307&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111219596754433307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111219596754433307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/03/let-only.html' title='let only...'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111224384280519421</id><published>2005-03-30T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T20:37:22.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Clouds heap upon clouds and it darkens,&lt;br /&gt;Ah, love, why dost thou let me wait&lt;br /&gt;outside at the door all alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the busy moments of the moontide work&lt;br /&gt;Iam with the crowd, but on this dark lonely day &lt;br /&gt;it is only for thee that I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If thou showest me not thy face, if thou leavest me&lt;br /&gt;wholly aside, I know not how i am to pass these long, rainy hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep staring at the far away gloom of the sky,&lt;br /&gt;and my heart wanders wailing with the restless wind.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111224384280519421?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111224384280519421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111224384280519421&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111224384280519421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111224384280519421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/03/when-it-rains.html' title='when it rains..'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11800248.post-111224366257199587</id><published>2005-03-30T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T20:34:22.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>its when u feel, u write...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://namrata22.blogspot.com/"&gt;its when u feel, u write...&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am only waiting for love to give myself up at last&lt;br /&gt;into his hands. That is why it is so late&lt;br /&gt;and why i have been guilty of such ommisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They come with their laws and their codes&lt;br /&gt;to bind me fast; but i evade them ever,&lt;br /&gt;for I am only waiting for love&lt;br /&gt;to give myself up atlast into his hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11800248-111224366257199587?l=namrata22.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/feeds/111224366257199587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11800248&amp;postID=111224366257199587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111224366257199587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11800248/posts/default/111224366257199587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://namrata22.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-when-u-feel-u-write.html' title='its when u feel, u write...'/><author><name>Nams</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16466270096224854399</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/_qZODSvUPsts/R5saA1qp7FI/AAAAAAAAACM/QoaU5wlfdyw/S220/nams1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
