tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74899263476548791192024-03-13T07:18:28.188-07:00Love BitesSometimes The depth of Human Emotions Overshadows The Mind in Control, A maze of Emotions Encloses My Thoughts; My Very Soul,Only leaving a breathless Motion,The decision to Only Move On .. All weak,All alone..●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.comBlogger445125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-36521984485324947682009-10-13T08:54:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.764-07:00BroKEn HeaRT tO mEnd...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkY74iSqnTNh0U2sPxGAyHyWI9-M_CvYtPa1HZuyHxCHZo8Ir7uG8s9u418df2cA-oh1IfkVeyD_LzbB2HbHsB1wA573q2P6WCCSu7a-ZkhiAzZe-4OKQefwuOc1fU7fmgWLlEkeOAZAv/s1600-h/OQAAAFQWtnklBIPAI-I-k78FIHdDGhcXIC2ZxkfU2kAmCCpIXipfPr5CMRRBVKSA981Q8yakR39Pb2ftOBAA1Y3ty8IAm1T1UHocKDbLlB_DPCIGQzdADaFqjNDK.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391662819419779458" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLkY74iSqnTNh0U2sPxGAyHyWI9-M_CvYtPa1HZuyHxCHZo8Ir7uG8s9u418df2cA-oh1IfkVeyD_LzbB2HbHsB1wA573q2P6WCCSu7a-ZkhiAzZe-4OKQefwuOc1fU7fmgWLlEkeOAZAv/s320/OQAAAFQWtnklBIPAI-I-k78FIHdDGhcXIC2ZxkfU2kAmCCpIXipfPr5CMRRBVKSA981Q8yakR39Pb2ftOBAA1Y3ty8IAm1T1UHocKDbLlB_DPCIGQzdADaFqjNDK.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 171px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 128px;" /></a><br /><i>Along the stream under the cruel falls<br />Amist the thick forest my broken heart calls<br />Entangled in thorns bruised and worse<br />Yet my bitter past I never want to lose<br /><br />Each time I begin to relate my story<br />The story full of cracks n crushes along<br />With flame in my gaze n Ice in my veins<br />Yet my heart beats warm for the life it gains<br /><br />Frowning in tears I only weep to God<br />Noone will see this beautiful face so odd<br />I thought I'm real but this world made me fake<br />Is there a way I would live for my sake?<br /><br />Wanting to escape from this dark place<br />Even my memories should not leave a trace<br />Who will admire me like a piece of art<br />And do the best to mend my broken heart</i><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-52746857036905460272009-10-04T10:06:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.765-07:00ThEr'S 0nLY 0Ne liFE...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHAhPWS035BbFTuTIWcBuDizarjfkUP3_dx81mlQ01iUZZ-aVbVK0pBM970ebC8SlRaiqLgrCobwuP6PUe_uiRYKna6j-9vUka01eSiUCG73TRSWOliOkQm3CCFc4ZbxgzTAccCZWtr5G/s1600-h/OgAAAA52YP9FvFd7ubGeqtIm1M9zTdWqY_cBAcRGys3JZ-l6SroLkY6CqC6NW9sS9KF-MzvoDmXUss_BdjsdTLY-WYcAm1T1UC2K7ZIlDD3rQDEE2xPx7uozb1sI.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388309984262965138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizHAhPWS035BbFTuTIWcBuDizarjfkUP3_dx81mlQ01iUZZ-aVbVK0pBM970ebC8SlRaiqLgrCobwuP6PUe_uiRYKna6j-9vUka01eSiUCG73TRSWOliOkQm3CCFc4ZbxgzTAccCZWtr5G/s320/OgAAAA52YP9FvFd7ubGeqtIm1M9zTdWqY_cBAcRGys3JZ-l6SroLkY6CqC6NW9sS9KF-MzvoDmXUss_BdjsdTLY-WYcAm1T1UC2K7ZIlDD3rQDEE2xPx7uozb1sI.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 238px;" /></a><br /><i style="color: purple;">There's no more my heart can take<br />Always a second chance I want to make<br />Now it has become three, if it turns four<br />I will go away for I cant bear more<br /><br />I can't rule your life for you<br />The choice is yours with what you do<br />Inside I have but nothing left<br />In times of love it feels like death<br /><br />I'm only human, wanting more joy<br />Don't treat me like I'm just a toy<br />I hope from now you'll think of me<br />Through this distance, in love's loyalty<br /><br />We have one life to walk in hand<br />At times it's hard, at times it's grand<br />None is perfect from mistakes we grow<br />Through thick n thin, through rain and snow<br /><br />The future comes, but past forgot<br />Dishonesty n betrayal will only rot<br />This is the fact I want you to see<br />How much in life, you mean to me!</i><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-69045570497127561162009-10-04T10:05:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.766-07:00NevEr Will I F0rget...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qqV0whyzaTyjd8fwAA5oTnXKxABpUGO2z4cAZZy36Mwb9qvneHYgui09l6cct_WKjd5tXneJwhULG9-NoAob1RertTBA7WKpLfQBFPmmsqju8vb6dZKYvwEJhU0XddAhDkr7_dqhL_-a/s1600-h/59190023_07df38301b.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387751438620885298" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8qqV0whyzaTyjd8fwAA5oTnXKxABpUGO2z4cAZZy36Mwb9qvneHYgui09l6cct_WKjd5tXneJwhULG9-NoAob1RertTBA7WKpLfQBFPmmsqju8vb6dZKYvwEJhU0XddAhDkr7_dqhL_-a/s320/59190023_07df38301b.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 204px;" /></a><br /><i style="color: magenta;">Last year when we had met<br />That's the day I never forget<br />The nights that we have shared<br />Made me learn you were rare<br /><br />Very hard to beleive I met you<br />But it's the fact and it's true<br />It was love from my very end<br />Along with love came our passions<br /><br />Helas! things took it's bend<br />Day by day my love was abandoned<br />I only survive to make you happy<br />But why do you make me feel crappy?<br /><br />Wishing this link should go on<br />Although my trust for you has gone<br />Will I ever get over what you do?<br />Desperately wanting to make you true<br /><br />Wretchedly I was dying that night<br />Yet i forgave you at your plight<br />Struggling with trying to forget<br />Because I love u the same as we met</i><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-19643654677332175222009-10-04T10:04:00.001-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.766-07:00F0r l0ve's SakE...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TOUa2rgFHWHWg1AoIUQfmUXKCb2VrKhkW-BszFcyx7GhqzL75UoIcZV0T8-u-m_ChRFzyKRXn6FCU4t9NKL5JBbbYTuLOx-O2mNIH0fvmyZCRrKhl73B2nzjygUs6g8QPeftHwAXQYWP/s1600-h/OgAAALJexQMiSNnrmd_9xgzK-6-Qti9y6-UASfEzImJXY9ExoEHF_uU3Gx4_ey6mleNDExDeO50N1LMlZOPVTJ_5uBMAm1T1UBvs_lDk8tXSzMs2aMtQP9wQe9_c.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386130107568527218" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5TOUa2rgFHWHWg1AoIUQfmUXKCb2VrKhkW-BszFcyx7GhqzL75UoIcZV0T8-u-m_ChRFzyKRXn6FCU4t9NKL5JBbbYTuLOx-O2mNIH0fvmyZCRrKhl73B2nzjygUs6g8QPeftHwAXQYWP/s320/OgAAALJexQMiSNnrmd_9xgzK-6-Qti9y6-UASfEzImJXY9ExoEHF_uU3Gx4_ey6mleNDExDeO50N1LMlZOPVTJ_5uBMAm1T1UBvs_lDk8tXSzMs2aMtQP9wQe9_c.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 240px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Tired, sick of this feeling<br />This dark n cruel loneliness<br />Can't sleep staring at the ceiling<br />Like a semi-dead tigress<br /><br />Alive again when the phone rings<br />Empty smile appears on my face<br />But this duration is for a while<br />Like my heart comes back from a race<br /><br />Trying hard not to weep<br />Fearing he'll hear my cries<br />Yet the tears stream down my cheek<br />Escaping my sorrowful eyes<br /><br />On my bed is an ocean of tears<br />How much more should I take?<br />But I'd wait a thousand years<br />For him and for love's sake</span><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-4976986269450964462009-10-04T10:04:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.767-07:00ThE UltIMate IdeAL L0ve...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinx9z1CIBi4RlII6cD74t1BwgVdzFc1dw2VtA7fvt4s6wrxANf0FCY8ICjiWoEXAP8qZtMSjw1wYTv2aYIrAYv06aUw3jZ-QHxfsxSqjlizYEN2oXQ6Dvh1mJHXYbIMhZSIOJkxjNkouE2/s1600-h/OQAAAJFZ4d2vvoFikYpSSCW6nekVd6E8ez0uYLtVLwCDqIMSTqZfaBXsO0KSdW0aPLFFxl2KbNgpUwyG0sfGPXwgeAQAm1T1UD6A_cz5hkQtrvh1Zy4gOSZhL_mV.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386123410831665938" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinx9z1CIBi4RlII6cD74t1BwgVdzFc1dw2VtA7fvt4s6wrxANf0FCY8ICjiWoEXAP8qZtMSjw1wYTv2aYIrAYv06aUw3jZ-QHxfsxSqjlizYEN2oXQ6Dvh1mJHXYbIMhZSIOJkxjNkouE2/s320/OQAAAJFZ4d2vvoFikYpSSCW6nekVd6E8ez0uYLtVLwCDqIMSTqZfaBXsO0KSdW0aPLFFxl2KbNgpUwyG0sfGPXwgeAQAm1T1UD6A_cz5hkQtrvh1Zy4gOSZhL_mV.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 171px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 128px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The pleasant moments we spent <br />It's not a phase but a legend<br />Little things we shared n yearned<br />It's the unfaded treasure we've earned<br /><br />Helas! why should it change today<br />It has affected us in a special way<br />Those behaviours that arise inspite<br />Are what I found from your eyes<br /><br />Is this one calls kismat konnection?<br />Strong faith of mine will have no end<br />Physically I may be far away<br />But my soul reaches you everyday<br /><br />There is an echo in my heart<br />Constantly whispering I never forgot<br />My love is tattooed deep in you<br />As this is my ideal love honest n true</span><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-2406134786190846882009-10-04T10:03:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.768-07:00If I CoulD Go BacK....<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_NBw4G605QNcrh4egaNVgi7F1H63sa7KYqywN1J7jChofJn5r2hy-EAjPJjqec62zaYH4c-MkPxj4Aeaq5KtNK0k-2rZzpBHMvlA-byhrZXHcsmqXoBVLc_6-oh5o_lO37f1HH84m7-K/s1600-h/OgAAACNprE5MJ1ofys53PlwH1I49Bgt5_Kx4oiMzFz_RwKP33F_vJDqqbIHKKDBEJSCsCOW54P53hGybsgQ_bcUceNkAm1T1UKBDvn9oCZg0gjV_1USOVe8cXVXD.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385516417264110274" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjY_NBw4G605QNcrh4egaNVgi7F1H63sa7KYqywN1J7jChofJn5r2hy-EAjPJjqec62zaYH4c-MkPxj4Aeaq5KtNK0k-2rZzpBHMvlA-byhrZXHcsmqXoBVLc_6-oh5o_lO37f1HH84m7-K/s320/OgAAACNprE5MJ1ofys53PlwH1I49Bgt5_Kx4oiMzFz_RwKP33F_vJDqqbIHKKDBEJSCsCOW54P53hGybsgQ_bcUceNkAm1T1UKBDvn9oCZg0gjV_1USOVe8cXVXD.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 214px;" /></a><br /><i style="color: red;">If I could go back to my time<br />The innocence of my past<br />And I could hold it tight<br />The wonderful present would last<br /><br />I'd cherish my every moment<br />Bring closer to my heart<br />And enjoy it to my fill<br />Where my happiness will never part<br /><br />Laughing out my heart aloud<br />In the form of joy and fun<br />Will admire every action <br />Action and gestures I've done<br /><br />Will treasure every ounce of life<br />That made me cry and smile<br />The efforts and pains I take<br />To walk an extra mile<br /><br />Constructing my heartfull library<br />Where my feelings are expressed<br />That'll be my autobiography<br />Which I will never confess</i><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-48013303733620750832009-10-04T10:02:00.001-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.769-07:00L0ve So PuRe...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nFcBcMUwu1VJ6YPBVXrKt9k85kQ-HC1Par3aVfQn-PexUR-Yegv1Vl__BJXiu1Lp0me6eSsHq5jBIoTmnvLx6yMoJo84W3syCtnWFDX9Nzs3N55MLrJkX9crZL09h6gqosEniufJcV7m/s1600-h/OgAAABtPudcXA-tJW02VCDcQYRX3zfLh8bifg74XTCt8iFPx7T_KZJR2hQQlU1Lsj8S1gl374X09OTGE6xTC1O46mGAAm1T1UOEvyBSBw3FSFRPklRplUNdUH1Gm.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384778544896456226" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8nFcBcMUwu1VJ6YPBVXrKt9k85kQ-HC1Par3aVfQn-PexUR-Yegv1Vl__BJXiu1Lp0me6eSsHq5jBIoTmnvLx6yMoJo84W3syCtnWFDX9Nzs3N55MLrJkX9crZL09h6gqosEniufJcV7m/s320/OgAAABtPudcXA-tJW02VCDcQYRX3zfLh8bifg74XTCt8iFPx7T_KZJR2hQQlU1Lsj8S1gl374X09OTGE6xTC1O46mGAAm1T1UOEvyBSBw3FSFRPklRplUNdUH1Gm.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 240px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The pulse beats hard my veins<br />At every thought in my brain<br />Every single breathe I take<br />Results in every smile I make<br /><br />Each twinkle of my eyes<br />Dropping each tear till I die<br />In every dream of my sleep<br />Like in spring the freshest leaves<br /><br />The warm flow of my blood<br />From my feelings like a flood<br />The sound of my heart beats<br />Touches the depth of ocean's feet<br /><br />While my soul torn in pain<br />With the love that I gain<br />The wetness remains on my cheeks<br />From every word my soul speaks</span><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-55113023258222120292009-10-04T10:02:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.770-07:00JuSt Y0u And Me...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfVA5hK6p-UIeMpwj1E7j4tClcKQR3s8c6GiiBM57BuEhOVhhc7MIofHdfAvTncRd0JtfxwmYjWJbroO5Nn18roWu-RqwBZTRtPwfjCGyEbrH0AIzcDDua-P9m_v8QrJ6vT9VTZK8BKwo/s1600-h/1546107650_6b940f34c1.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5385350813222390562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCfVA5hK6p-UIeMpwj1E7j4tClcKQR3s8c6GiiBM57BuEhOVhhc7MIofHdfAvTncRd0JtfxwmYjWJbroO5Nn18roWu-RqwBZTRtPwfjCGyEbrH0AIzcDDua-P9m_v8QrJ6vT9VTZK8BKwo/s320/1546107650_6b940f34c1.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 213px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Old times that it preciously used to be<br />Blurring surrounding except you and me<br />Exchanging the feelings, thoughts and words<br />Souls interwined with our minds so free<br /><br />This vision that I wish you could see<br />Although you are here i miss you and me<br />My devotion to you made you so happy<br />Every word you utter is like a melody<br /><br />Where have they gone those days so quick<br />We can talk for hours without falling sick<br />Topic on topic we find to speak<br />Even in anger we shout and shriek<br /><br />Minutes and seconds ran away so fast<br />The only wish I have, this love should last<br />Will those days come as it used to be<br />Nothing else matters but you and me!!</span><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-36210082429101263162009-10-04T10:01:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.770-07:00mY BroKEn HeaRt....<div class="entry"><h1><a href="http://frozz3n-heart.blogspot.com/2009/09/my-broken-heart_14.html" rel="bookmark" title="Permanent Link to mY BroKEn HeaRt...."></a></h1><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh6hCEBeDCrsnG-laUbwe3Om1TzW9-nLoWo8_3EVlUIztQ1Gc5QGdMi-BIubqHxACUixgqcd1yred-pD1Pgjrb6mExymizgtxon4sStUgfy6TrpzEAIFQnyFM3TxJPNwCel-UbsBJIKvy7/s1600-h/241711423_8d28cfba85.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381326760632844210" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjh6hCEBeDCrsnG-laUbwe3Om1TzW9-nLoWo8_3EVlUIztQ1Gc5QGdMi-BIubqHxACUixgqcd1yred-pD1Pgjrb6mExymizgtxon4sStUgfy6TrpzEAIFQnyFM3TxJPNwCel-UbsBJIKvy7/s320/241711423_8d28cfba85.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 213px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><i>Brutally my heart is broken<br />Where its shape & form is gone<br />It has been stamped and crushed<br />But the throbbing in it is on<br /><br />My heart is in fragments<br />I tried in vain to fix it up<br />For the little pieces are lost<br />From the result of many erupts<br /><br />All i ask is an ideal love<br />But it came as test from above<br />He did this to me for a reason<br />So Will my heart be whole again?<br /><br />I see no one as my rescue<br />Is my sin so severe to cure<br />Won't God give me another chance?<br />Where in the end I can happily dance!!</i><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-4999007575114508122009-10-04T10:00:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.771-07:00The ReaS0n iS YoU...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCcdWFR9gPH0dfch9TkXO3nb6mK8Pdb2PQMc1iKaPkVt6z8_WrOsUfMAS_Ip7cEZxLa3cuhJGEEKPAGNT_tat6kvBrwCRwMSzhbeux7Txp51Lc256u2nif2MQJjWXft0CTAwVcszOjD2xD/s1600-h/3286755213_08ab181131.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381515238826339714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgCcdWFR9gPH0dfch9TkXO3nb6mK8Pdb2PQMc1iKaPkVt6z8_WrOsUfMAS_Ip7cEZxLa3cuhJGEEKPAGNT_tat6kvBrwCRwMSzhbeux7Txp51Lc256u2nif2MQJjWXft0CTAwVcszOjD2xD/s320/3286755213_08ab181131.jpg" style="float: left; height: 320px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Nobody is perfect here<br />Neither am I! why whine?<br />Wish i could go back to my past<br />And re-make everything fine<br /><br />Things I never meant to do<br />Things I never meant to hurt you<br />Wish I could rewind my life<br />Then I could be your wife<br /><br />With the pain dwelled upon me<br />Has affected you in some way<br />Now I want to hold ur tears<br />And live with you many years<br /></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br /> </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When I thought I should die<br />That time you have passed by<br />This reason had put me through<br />And the only reason is you<br /><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-27367968988109158792009-10-04T09:58:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.772-07:00My Th0rNY PatH...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bxpWVZN4kKND-I8AJaD3Pl3ldW531-xiGr_5eHJ1qUhlwYMmE9Ij6L4DYuPu__J49qNB73thcIPk9SjtX2lG-w_cX1XJRKKu-VQH9g0-uIdu_gulXu_Ui2kVaXOLuoCORRZM7uopUocz/s1600-h/OQAAANurlfzX6MA9yAKqA5S7u2ALi2DBOACUO4dSVEjyHSE459wXzxUNqb04N614EEpd09DCIl39BiV6w52dnA7bexsAm1T1UHvwXod58YUT0Btw1xD7gKdgkyv0.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384667427005017714" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-bxpWVZN4kKND-I8AJaD3Pl3ldW531-xiGr_5eHJ1qUhlwYMmE9Ij6L4DYuPu__J49qNB73thcIPk9SjtX2lG-w_cX1XJRKKu-VQH9g0-uIdu_gulXu_Ui2kVaXOLuoCORRZM7uopUocz/s320/OQAAANurlfzX6MA9yAKqA5S7u2ALi2DBOACUO4dSVEjyHSE459wXzxUNqb04N614EEpd09DCIl39BiV6w52dnA7bexsAm1T1UHvwXod58YUT0Btw1xD7gKdgkyv0.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 246px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 320px;" /></a><br /><i>This path is never ending<br />Paved with golden dreams<br />Hopes at the day's beginning<br />But failure has walked in!<br /><br />This path has always been cruel<br />Where you walk with a fake smile<br />Searching for a place to dwell<br />But it's far from you for miles!<br /><br />This is the challenge i face<br />I tried to handle it with grace<br />When i thought i had succeeded<br />The failure beat against my face<br /><br />Guided by my own wisdom<br />To embrace everything as test<br />Thinking forever i will shine<br />Joining my star at its rest</i><br /><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-70850948623415009602009-10-01T00:51:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.773-07:00Will the moon shine for me?<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheYSlrcYwP_G5GgWmCsdCrLc3gusKbx_hXhhivjOu_BXtG-CiOjkx2xYrwI7eoZq_RDpYpJROjb6aBQ-3Lt9c6zLFBIWiAgy_kd_qYN_W9tSQvHD6BQwV2sBntm8PtypwNQhq28Sh2IrOA/s1600-h/illusion.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231849505863277090" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheYSlrcYwP_G5GgWmCsdCrLc3gusKbx_hXhhivjOu_BXtG-CiOjkx2xYrwI7eoZq_RDpYpJROjb6aBQ-3Lt9c6zLFBIWiAgy_kd_qYN_W9tSQvHD6BQwV2sBntm8PtypwNQhq28Sh2IrOA/s320/illusion.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: #0c343d;"><i>Each morning after its long night...<br />I'm always awaken by a fright...<br />Will the sun above smile at me?<br />or the rainbow blindfold me?<br /><br />Hitting the age of mid thirties...<br />I still love running around trees.<br />But I know no joys without tears<br />Nor has my heart escaped from fears...<br /><br />Why am i haunted by seperation?<br />And put me in eternal depression?<br />Won't roses grow along my path?<br />Or just thorns to tear me apart?<br /><br />But not far from the madding crowd,<br />A voice from somewhere assuring me<br />That even if the sun refuses to smile,<br />The moon will do that for free.</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-55627706878523372652009-10-01T00:50:00.001-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.774-07:00Dejection<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAV1xRaQ-ckzizYLZ5xe94BNlazs7T1CepYuZDxT_tdDLW7Am9g0TzQ0_sA25FfhKZP76tHtoSkeAUzMkI3c1qve_drXMS8hok_xxupGonGGKJz8-W7nVi8CQehvjAmHi3Cbwat-j0HSUq/s1600-h/dejection.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231814554440930258" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAV1xRaQ-ckzizYLZ5xe94BNlazs7T1CepYuZDxT_tdDLW7Am9g0TzQ0_sA25FfhKZP76tHtoSkeAUzMkI3c1qve_drXMS8hok_xxupGonGGKJz8-W7nVi8CQehvjAmHi3Cbwat-j0HSUq/s320/dejection.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: purple;"><i>When the stars high above beat my face<br />I feel that sensation in my soul raised.<br />Thinking of my wasted number of years<br />That creeps in me a kind of fear.<br /><br />Alone when left with my ownself<br />All I do is let my mind wander…<br />Am I a destitute soul created?<br />That’s the question I often ponder<br /><br />Love, such a beautiful thing always<br />Y don’t I have in my life I yearn<br />Is this soul a cast-away?<br />The lesson I failed to learn<br /><br />Is it in the corner of the creator’s mind<br />That I will never be ignored somewhere<br />One day someone will turn her head<br />To know I exist there.</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-1594321352003774462009-10-01T00:50:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.775-07:00My Crush<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14N1eil7r2FTfoFaa6hr4W2nzKyENG84D59QBg2FTWvRyNv4Po9ohsjFsBh8zBgFc0trRzA9kuYTsjw0y6Tyu616T27SNkvoGctg-aOWdSU3PF3NSdZcqkGEHqvaoWOSLhHlGIFdPJkge/s1600-h/my+crush.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231815233700286562" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj14N1eil7r2FTfoFaa6hr4W2nzKyENG84D59QBg2FTWvRyNv4Po9ohsjFsBh8zBgFc0trRzA9kuYTsjw0y6Tyu616T27SNkvoGctg-aOWdSU3PF3NSdZcqkGEHqvaoWOSLhHlGIFdPJkge/s320/my+crush.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: #cc0000;"><i>When the autumn wind chills my body<br />And my heart gets drenched<br />Ur thots that envelope me<br />The only being that God sent<br /><br />Your lovely smile touches my heart<br />Your tiny gigglings tear me apart<br />Janeman, where are you?<br />Is our bond, a piece of art?<br /><br />The assurance u feed in me<br />that shudders me.....no one can be<br />The happiness u feed in me<br />Well! nobody else can ever see<br /><br />Will one day we'll hold hands?<br />And scan the whole tinsel town<br />I'll walk with head raised high<br />Owning the bond i have in thy.</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-4061097538317857252009-10-01T00:49:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.775-07:004 Liners<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI80ScAUOlozyR8OlA_AYr54chTYQzWcAOa5DmmPMHzGL773DDF77AMGVYSrjRYvWqkgLi27iMqMWXcP0KPkbPcLAoYjqCRs5DVhliiF1EuSc7slvDr6wlccfsfR27MmeOGO382y4Bubwu/s1600-h/4.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231850194442593394" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiI80ScAUOlozyR8OlA_AYr54chTYQzWcAOa5DmmPMHzGL773DDF77AMGVYSrjRYvWqkgLi27iMqMWXcP0KPkbPcLAoYjqCRs5DVhliiF1EuSc7slvDr6wlccfsfR27MmeOGO382y4Bubwu/s320/4.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: red;"><i>When u feel sad & lonely,<br />and u dunno wat to do...<br />Just look down to ur heart & see<br />a special place i will be.<br /><br /><br />When the moon dies down n the sun begins to smile,<br />Call me urs & i'll call u mine...<br />But if the sun burns out ur skin<br />My kisses will penetrate u within.<br /><br /><br />Each time the sun sets red & the moon takes it turn,<br />my passion for u crops up & my tummy churns.<br />My breathe warms u up as i kiss ur neck,<br />my tongue explores ur lips as my fingers fumble for ur chest.<br /><br /><br />My eyes try to sleep while my heart silently weeps,<br />deep in my soul ur memories i keep.<br />In ur kisses my spirit u sweep<br />O my prince, in ur arms one day i'll sleep.<br /><br /><br />Is it 'kismat konnection' that i met u?<br />Or 'naseeb rejection' that im far away from u?<br />Then y my heart for u it bleeds?<br />When all i have is 'luv in greed'.<br /><br /><br />When u unlock the door of my heart,<br />u'll see the mess i left inside.<br />But when scan those messes in it<br />there's only memories i collected for u 'my pie'!<br /><br /><br />The stars hold my gaze & the moon holds my breathe,<br />saying that my love is not in peace.<br />My heart is disturbed when u stop ur smile,<br />Y is it that u dont get ur peace of mind?<br /><br /><br />When the stars shine bright in the middle of the night,<br />the cold air chills my bones as i think of u.<br />The thought that y is my love so weak?<br />To ur eyes, is it flu?<br /><br /><br />My soul is soaked by the love displayed,<br />my mind is drenched by the thoughts i lay.<br />Even if you are there & i am here,<br />our memories will accompany us all the way.<br /><br /><br />Cold wind penetrates inside chilling my bones,<br />whispering in my ear little nothing.<br />Straining to hear what it says<br />Helas! acknowledging my love within.<br /><br /><br />Twisting & turning with no sleep<br />million things had succeeded to replace it steep.<br />Wondering the reason behind that peeped<br />have my thoughts for u pierced me so deep?<br /><br /><br />The void in me as no reason to express<br />it's empty yet filled with my tears.<br />Every drop will tell its own story,<br />how they are born from cheer & fear.<br /><br /><br />The wind that teases me today,<br />reminding my love miles away.<br />Each time it blows gently my hair<br />longing for ur touch everyday.<br /><br /><br />Can u see the wonder?<br />We call "Love" beautiful<br />The pain it oozes out<br />We enjoy to the full!</i><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><i></i> <br /></div><div style="color: red;"><i>Every tear-drop u cried on loneliness</i><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><i>Bleeds my heart for u my highness</i><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><i>Ur sob i hear instead of ur laugh</i><br /></div><div style="color: red;"><i>Rips my soul into two painful halves.</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-47275428745474546942009-10-01T00:46:00.001-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.776-07:00Should I die again?<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ecVD48eHrVtqm1ioZ7zeZm2t1SX48nG7XvHTYzWJVKFv0cpVWzsjfeQLWvUqoh60WBxDB3cdA0lVw7iRkWPZ3SBWnWh-Jrnm1zXTPXCQDKOcgfl1WFdZw1crN8jY6I2VEjVFUD5qqYJ4/s1600-h/shud.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231847766199710770" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1ecVD48eHrVtqm1ioZ7zeZm2t1SX48nG7XvHTYzWJVKFv0cpVWzsjfeQLWvUqoh60WBxDB3cdA0lVw7iRkWPZ3SBWnWh-Jrnm1zXTPXCQDKOcgfl1WFdZw1crN8jY6I2VEjVFUD5qqYJ4/s320/shud.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: #a64d79;"><i>If this earth is made up of clay<br />My world would be easy to mould<br />Shaping itself to any arrows pierced<br />No matter in whose hand it is hold<br /><br />But helas! this earth is made of stone<br />Though seems hard from outside<br />Hardened by the pain n sorrows<br />That created by U and I<br /><br />Enough of this torture<br />That I get from different senses<br />For I want to hug myself<br />And get rid of this living hell<br /><br />Why isn’t there one soul<br />To show me some mercy<br />Are my sufferings a clown’s play<br />Juggling me as much as can be!</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-10180838916376343172009-10-01T00:46:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.777-07:00Am i the only One for You<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLU2y8I4DZu7lVzycYASaOvYZmOY-W2A6sEjrorZUCLS0LwJdzwKVVCI1_RATY5ou3EvkEhrrUgV7vScUPawgYoFEmobD5RfXRh-8x_CwThh9qzyXXtxyY5T97Fas3Uo-0klFDups-eFYb/s1600-h/am+i.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231848471869896706" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLU2y8I4DZu7lVzycYASaOvYZmOY-W2A6sEjrorZUCLS0LwJdzwKVVCI1_RATY5ou3EvkEhrrUgV7vScUPawgYoFEmobD5RfXRh-8x_CwThh9qzyXXtxyY5T97Fas3Uo-0klFDups-eFYb/s320/am+i.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: magenta;"><i>The wonder i feel on earth<br />Has not stopped surprising me<br />The cruelty it contains within<br />Snatched my being without pity.<br /><br />The swirl it takes my head<br />For a free ride without being asked<br />Where I see u vague before me<br />I wonder is it ur task?<br /><br />Is it my imagination?<br />Y dint u stop for me?<br />Am I asking too much?<br />Just to see the love in thee.<br /><br />At last I realized one thing<br />This world is not where I belong<br />Yearning to be ur own<br />Embraced in ur arms I feel so strong!</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-40860514027855464892009-10-01T00:45:00.001-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.778-07:00Desire....<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyX-Vmkuywn_zX9q7sHbAFHPJALP_GS4wWmrdk-Hs5KzDo-53y2lEYwdYA9CxFSUnRqJ8LrNQlvfSM6NcT6o4D4XHyV13DmYyrc0p8F2bszP8ETuiMMhzpO-3FbsDba0iQAX58nw8v0IU/s1600-h/desire.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231845192672592850" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQyX-Vmkuywn_zX9q7sHbAFHPJALP_GS4wWmrdk-Hs5KzDo-53y2lEYwdYA9CxFSUnRqJ8LrNQlvfSM6NcT6o4D4XHyV13DmYyrc0p8F2bszP8ETuiMMhzpO-3FbsDba0iQAX58nw8v0IU/s320/desire.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: #38761d;"><i><span style="font-family: georgia;">My eyes wander along the path<br />That leaves your footprint’s marks<br />For they bring along my heart<br />To the destination full of sparks<br /><br />I dinno my name sounds so pretty<br />Each time uttered by you<br />It echoes along the same path<br />Whenever u address me thru<br /><br />Will I get more than ur utterance?<br />Calling Naaz does not suffice my yearn<br />If allowed, I will ask for more<br />Your love I struggled to earn<br /><br />The Almighty, aware of my feelings<br />Each feeling I discharge for you<br />If my tears could tell stories<br />The stories of my feeling blue!</span></i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-20380748963534050792009-10-01T00:45:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.779-07:00The Promise...!<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1Xnj60CBB8dRK2oNzI4qRGBG7bWivgr4lP7ipnY4w11f7I9jtBgIzOp7UkaKshURLtKULh5LYdQlnbXlOvyQysfewnKdJ_Ul-1MPi5MdjReGWcbNgJYlt7meLoQZWnW6oYRSHHtZrEde/s1600-h/promise.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231844351429959874" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE1Xnj60CBB8dRK2oNzI4qRGBG7bWivgr4lP7ipnY4w11f7I9jtBgIzOp7UkaKshURLtKULh5LYdQlnbXlOvyQysfewnKdJ_Ul-1MPi5MdjReGWcbNgJYlt7meLoQZWnW6oYRSHHtZrEde/s320/promise.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: #0c343d;"><i>U said u’ll never leave me<br />That is what I believe so<br />The promise that makes me sweat<br />Is it due to fear or more?<br /><br />The sweat that rolls down my chest<br />Awaiting for u to kiss it dry<br />Ur kiss that chills my body<br />Removing the heat from inside!<br /><br />Why should I sweat this way<br />Don’t I believe what u say?<br />My inner self assures me<br />The truth that comes what may!<br /><br />Now I know why this heat envelopes me<br />Not of doubt in your words<br />But of the joy untold<br />That excites me beyond its worth!</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-44002162943454656642009-10-01T00:44:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.779-07:00I miss U!<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBq3OfW4DusTYOflSmmT7J70RIhgou14FAhVrTSCdnC1OjS4ymNeeRHP5Q5bQVjhGGHL6pjD4XHjzM20cIwV84CWg91DxK7c7WQzSlcATNbNShcUJS3aj5P-4E9IsJlYlw3m_edbxhEp03/s1600-h/miss+u.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231813790291087730" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBq3OfW4DusTYOflSmmT7J70RIhgou14FAhVrTSCdnC1OjS4ymNeeRHP5Q5bQVjhGGHL6pjD4XHjzM20cIwV84CWg91DxK7c7WQzSlcATNbNShcUJS3aj5P-4E9IsJlYlw3m_edbxhEp03/s320/miss+u.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div><i><span style="color: blue;">The struggles inside my heart</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Cries aloud seeking for you</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">The frown appears when I cry</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Unashamedly admits my love</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">There is not one second</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">That goes without your thought</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Is this what call love?</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">The battle I alone fought!</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">As I sit quiet when alone</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">My chest heaving up n down</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Missing few of my heartbeats</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Wetting my eyes by their own</span><br style="color: blue;" /><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">What a life this way?</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">When my dreams go unnoticed</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">The dreams filled only with you</span><br style="color: blue;" /><span style="color: blue;">Crushed down by your feet</span> </i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-84444498801697565882009-10-01T00:43:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.780-07:00Need u always...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4PXpbo_x1xPV6P8crTyb8XbuI-a4dNuatEprFRmD3OJx9ipXKGnN1-d96t2a7FZA1am4x1m9sWXqTsJvpX0ct2YT6i4AIJiu97TDzuYkoWBVUbrwnPS4RhsdfAir2cJRQo-ISP0oFFCs/s1600-h/need+u+always.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231812425435502530" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo4PXpbo_x1xPV6P8crTyb8XbuI-a4dNuatEprFRmD3OJx9ipXKGnN1-d96t2a7FZA1am4x1m9sWXqTsJvpX0ct2YT6i4AIJiu97TDzuYkoWBVUbrwnPS4RhsdfAir2cJRQo-ISP0oFFCs/s320/need+u+always.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: #134f5c;"><i>When will I stop crying<br />Each time I think of u?<br />My tears flow non-stop<br />That I myself cant control thru<br /><br />The child exists inside me<br />Claiming for you greedily<br />Wanting you always beside<br />For me to appear with glee<br /><br />The smile that transforms to tears<br />The moment u disappear<br />Like a baby claiming his toffee<br />Expressing his sadness so clear<br /><br />Don’t ever do this to me<br />For I have a heart so soft<br />Not able to bear this torture<br />Like milk as pure as I got</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-28409715650000636212009-10-01T00:42:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.781-07:00The Waiting...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6rGhZNfIqNKGKlx033738ipNXYKH0JbgIGyhyphenhyphent-wHw6x2Gt_7gxonhTpbEBnh7RIK79YOhSjfdDmSFOY_BIrcpE_CRhIFyebiJ2MB2IyFobwSuSlDDM0ESXs8Jg0dkFurl4HkJsuNE8t/s1600-h/2370699701_cbe6612edd_m.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231789153916163266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEht6rGhZNfIqNKGKlx033738ipNXYKH0JbgIGyhyphenhyphent-wHw6x2Gt_7gxonhTpbEBnh7RIK79YOhSjfdDmSFOY_BIrcpE_CRhIFyebiJ2MB2IyFobwSuSlDDM0ESXs8Jg0dkFurl4HkJsuNE8t/s320/2370699701_cbe6612edd_m.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: purple;"><i>The first note i wrote<br />Was a poem on ‘the waiting’<br />Not knowing how that waiting is<br />Very much into me lingering!<br /><br />There are two ways to see it<br />The good side n bad side<br />The fruit of that waiting<br />Is as sweet as a pie<br /><br />But the pain clinging to it<br />Will never go alone<br />More close to the fruit<br />It absorbs to the inside bone<br /><br />Yet, there is a joy to wait<br />For the one we truly love<br />From days, weeks and months<br />With the desire flying like dove!</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-61583910450245227402009-10-01T00:41:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.782-07:00Destination...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eqZz4UfX4l6R9bNQGmaJrKxfKiRpJeaDqTSKJvtBXsMK55XiCxY0UWztMEz210Nk9va1JV4zFOYnohXcoXaCglwwEAmLDJLN-hJ3RF4WOsmAKSbBi2SpEOrpzdyQg3vODDt0yhJGwLI6/s1600-h/desire.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231892601481176834" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi_eqZz4UfX4l6R9bNQGmaJrKxfKiRpJeaDqTSKJvtBXsMK55XiCxY0UWztMEz210Nk9va1JV4zFOYnohXcoXaCglwwEAmLDJLN-hJ3RF4WOsmAKSbBi2SpEOrpzdyQg3vODDt0yhJGwLI6/s320/desire.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div><i><span style="color: red;">Every time you look at me</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">The silence deafens my ears</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">Only my gaze intertwine with yours</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">Awaiting this moment after years</span><br style="color: red;" /><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">Our gazes that speak volume</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">Rhythming the tune of our hearts</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">But when you utter a word</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">It seems coming from far apart</span><br style="color: red;" /><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">Longing for your touch</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">Ripened like a new fruit</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">The crimson appears on my cheeks</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">Oh! I am feeling good.</span><br style="color: red;" /><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">Cherishing this very moment</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">That life could ever give</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">Enjoying each passing second</span><br style="color: red;" /><span style="color: red;">On your laps I will forever live</span>.</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-86855956671094323352009-10-01T00:40:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.783-07:00My loving brother...<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuXaJ3zhBF4vNx_VvnbUWCff5mHGeKoXKtlkT1laUujtCEtBNvjElM0gby9wDNIyS86hK7ZKxwU1q0btG-ehB9d3Ly_L66XuYg3SaVRyQjM0M5awvnXpiskG19c4MA33Np3GeS2uPtI7gb/s1600-h/Z1rm9q4x.jpg"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232474637691921474" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuXaJ3zhBF4vNx_VvnbUWCff5mHGeKoXKtlkT1laUujtCEtBNvjElM0gby9wDNIyS86hK7ZKxwU1q0btG-ehB9d3Ly_L66XuYg3SaVRyQjM0M5awvnXpiskG19c4MA33Np3GeS2uPtI7gb/s320/Z1rm9q4x.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div><i>From where u came ?<br />I met u by chance<br />The chance that stops me<br />To have a glance<br /><br />Ur name I admire most<br />The outstanding name of thee<br />It portrays all my wishes<br />One of them is to own thee!<br /><br />Now that u belong to me<br />I’ll not let u go<br />My love for u to see<br />Which will ooze for u more<br /><br />The smile in ur voice<br />Even if it’s just a noise<br />The love u have for me<br />I would boast the world to see<br /><br />The care u express out<br />Leave me tongue-tied<br />The share u reveal out<br />Stronger than the tide<br /><br />Oh my baby, come to me<br />If the world sets u free<br />That day comes when I hold u<br />As tight as the roots hold the tree!</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7489926347654879119.post-7495427497445882842009-09-30T04:07:00.000-07:002009-10-14T09:31:18.783-07:00Fear<div class="entry"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hsahN9qEL9WNiQ_dyf-63TK2DRiBDoUMKSVNBzXNSjMFGSVg1LAV96WjhF3dtYaO6ZY8qQGzDf8ieCc9m2-RdKjw0ZnfR48FLIs5zFj5LiHOJuS4-xZhJ37EhpWcg5rJEk2MxPA84UW_/s1600-h/Z1aouswd.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232612898833239362" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-hsahN9qEL9WNiQ_dyf-63TK2DRiBDoUMKSVNBzXNSjMFGSVg1LAV96WjhF3dtYaO6ZY8qQGzDf8ieCc9m2-RdKjw0ZnfR48FLIs5zFj5LiHOJuS4-xZhJ37EhpWcg5rJEk2MxPA84UW_/s320/Z1aouswd.jpg" style="float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /></a><br /><div style="color: red;"><i>Lying on the edge of emotion<br />Reflecting the memories of my prince<br />The one and only owner<br />Of all my dreams that locked up within<br /><br />The flow of my salty tears<br />Rolling down to halt on my lips<br />Tasting the sourness of my fear<br />As I count my finger tips<br /><br />The fear of u away from me<br />Snatching the joy of my dreams<br />The joy of coming close to u<br />In my thoughts u flow like stream<br /><br />Do u have the same fear I wonder?<br />Or is from me it abides?<br />For if u sense the same fear<br />I will shudder from this side</i><br /></div><br /><div style="clear: both;"></div></div>●๋•£๏√є ιร иσт αℓωαﻻร єαรY•๋●http://www.blogger.com/profile/16630260939763825879noreply@blogger.com0