<?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-6348030225018278295</id><updated>2012-01-31T11:51:31.926+05:00</updated><category term='impotence'/><category term='Birth'/><category term='fresh start'/><category term='me'/><category term='sad'/><category term='lost'/><category term='peace'/><category term='spiritual'/><category term='light'/><category term='wait'/><category term='moment'/><category term='nature'/><category term='joy'/><category term='women&apos;s life'/><category term='life'/><category term='expectations'/><category term='rain'/><category term='craving'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='lonliness'/><category term='darkness'/><category term='choices'/><category term='wars'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='love'/><category term='snow'/><category term='them'/><title type='text'>My works and words</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-8072363990063361869</id><published>2011-01-19T10:39:00.002+05:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T10:43:09.378+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wait'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Birth'/><title type='text'>They stand and wait...</title><content type='html'>For a beautiful boy who entered my life on 18th January 2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey starts&lt;br /&gt;In protective hands&lt;br /&gt;They will pray for you&lt;br /&gt;As they stand and wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the day&lt;br /&gt;And tonight is the night&lt;br /&gt;When their dreams will seem real&lt;br /&gt;As they stand and wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The serenity will prevail&lt;br /&gt;With silent celebrations around you&lt;br /&gt;You wouldn't notice their joy&lt;br /&gt;As they stand and wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are many waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;Many you don't even know of yet&lt;br /&gt;But one day you will, notice them&lt;br /&gt;As they stand and wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And one day their wait will be over&lt;br /&gt;And they will hold you in their hands&lt;br /&gt;That is why they don't complain&lt;br /&gt;As they stand and wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-8072363990063361869?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8072363990063361869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-stand-and-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/8072363990063361869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/8072363990063361869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2011/01/they-stand-and-wait.html' title='They stand and wait...'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-5546627466659317115</id><published>2010-12-30T13:11:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T13:59:24.648+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The night we call ours</title><content type='html'>Tonight, Let's pretend that it never existed&lt;br /&gt;The pain that life caused&lt;br /&gt;The love that we lost&lt;br /&gt;The friends that we left behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight let's break out&lt;br /&gt;To the rythm of our hearts&lt;br /&gt;To the motion of our tears&lt;br /&gt;To the sound of our fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight let's celebrate&lt;br /&gt;Our perfect imperfections&lt;br /&gt;Our defeated smiles&lt;br /&gt;Our broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight let's have faith&lt;br /&gt;In the decisions we make&lt;br /&gt;In the people we meet&lt;br /&gt;In the night we call, ours!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-5546627466659317115?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/5546627466659317115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2010/12/night-we-call-ours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/5546627466659317115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/5546627466659317115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2010/12/night-we-call-ours.html' title='The night we call ours'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-603487148416158951</id><published>2010-07-28T17:23:00.004+05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T18:51:35.967+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='darkness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='light'/><title type='text'>Your light, the murk and me.</title><content type='html'>I felt dark and forbidden as I walked across Your lands&lt;div&gt;In search of a sanctuary, thirsty for redemption&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scars of abundance still fresh on my skin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart decided it's time to return&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Broken, I knelt down in front of You&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Guilt diffusing in my blood, slowly and painfully&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I cried like a doe in search of her child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Playing those memories over and over again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Those times of loneliness and insecurity&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When You held my hand, for the first time  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Your immense wisdom, brightened my path&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Instantaneously, You were the only one in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lived in Your light and life seemed easier&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was smiling again, feeling strong; never realizing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How quickly murk conquered me and pulled me away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;From my only sanctuary, my only love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Your light called for me over and over again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Had I ever listened, I would have known&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That You were still there for me, still loving me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even as I lusted for the harsh pleasures of the murk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With all the glitter blinding me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And all the noise deafening me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't able to distinguish what was real&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I wasn't able to understand what was pure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then one day the pleasures were no more,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to be in the murk, it pained and it hurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They turned their backs, leaving me to the murk; alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving me the way I was before; lonely and insecure&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I craved for the warmth of Your light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The solace of Your wisdom,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The satisfaction of Your love, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just You and nothing else.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And as I walked across your lands once again,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Immersed in the sea of guilt and pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found Your light; glinting with acceptance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Giving me a second chance, taking me in once again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again I smiled, depicting the faith I bore&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strengthened by Your presence in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving behind everyone who once was&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Embracing Your love. I know how much I need you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And to You I plead to bestow me with the courage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To hold on to You even as I smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because I need You, no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I'll love You no matter what.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-603487148416158951?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/603487148416158951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-light-murk-and-me.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/603487148416158951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/603487148416158951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2010/07/your-light-murk-and-me.html' title='Your light, the murk and me.'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-8952601699560108709</id><published>2009-11-22T19:58:00.003+05:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T20:12:40.631+05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='impotence'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moment'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lost'/><title type='text'>With every moment......</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;With every moment I feel smaller inside,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;With every moment I feel less important,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;With every moment I feel more imponent,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;With ever moment I grow invisible,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;With every moment my dreams seem further,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;With every moment my goals get unachievable,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;With every moment I feel less loved,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;With every moment I feel I more lost,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;With every moment I feel more camouflaged,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;With every moment, which I waste,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;I feel closer to death!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-8952601699560108709?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8952601699560108709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-every-moment.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/8952601699560108709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/8952601699560108709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/11/with-every-moment.html' title='With every moment......'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-1089250193163199486</id><published>2009-08-17T22:15:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T22:38:45.218+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='expectations'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>It made all the difference!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I have this major issue of expecting really high and when thing don't turn out the same, it really hurts! And this is what happened with me when I started junior year, I expected it to be so much and it turned out to be just fine!!! And I am still waiting for something good to happen! Hope things get better! Happy Reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I gazed at the sky, sitting by the window&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Covered with dark clouds, hanging low!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The chilly wind, pricked my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Like a thousand thorns!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I liked it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I had my hand stretched out,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cos I knew, soon I'll be feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The cool drops of rain! And then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hands would go all numb!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It'll feel good!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I waited for it, my hand in its place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But then what I felt was not rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I felt snow, melting on my skin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My hands did go numb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But it wasn't the same&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And though the crystals melted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On my hand , it felt like the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nothing felt that different, but&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My expectations were shattered!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And it made all the difference!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-1089250193163199486?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/1089250193163199486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-made-all-difference.html#comment-form' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/1089250193163199486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/1089250193163199486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-made-all-difference.html' title='It made all the difference!'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-2009324189421638474</id><published>2009-08-07T18:00:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-08-07T18:22:01.112+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fresh start'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>The fresh start</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wrote this poem on the night, when I had the first day of junior year. I was nervous and freaked out! This poem might sound stupid! But every line has something behind it, something from my life! And this poem means a world to me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today from where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The past is behind me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;All those harsh painful memories&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm over them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The tears that have soaked my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Are now dried up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have the seed in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A water can in other&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today I am the master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of what might come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can fill the place with blossoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;With the soothing fragrance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Or I can let it be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And let it burn under the sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today from where I stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I look back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the days that have passed by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I was standing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the same place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But what had to come did come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And looking at everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have gone through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That I never was the master&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Of what is to come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sometimes you sow the seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;But you get nothing back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The sun is too powerful&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To let them grow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Even after knowing everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I love the feeling of being in control&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;For the moment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Which one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'll be looking back at!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-2009324189421638474?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2009324189421638474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-start.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/2009324189421638474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/2009324189421638474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/08/fresh-start.html' title='The fresh start'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-8552183392388575034</id><published>2009-07-24T14:18:00.003+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:46:06.700+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='craving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>I'll find you in the rainbow after the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Just%20For%20Fun/Rainbows/DSC00906-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 462px; height: 365px;" src="http://i410.photobucket.com/albums/pp190/FindStuff2/Just%20For%20Fun/Rainbows/DSC00906-2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You might be wondering why my recent posts are all about rain, well the thing is that these days it's raining in Karachi (which actually happens once in a year) and secondly events in my life are such that I can relate them to rain and come up with beautiful pieces of poetry! Well, this piece is a personal favorite! Do let me know what you think. Happy reading!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I looked for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the deep seas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That danced to the beat of the breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I searched for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the dark spaces&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Between the glinting stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I rummaged for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the dark clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When it was about to rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I searched for you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In ever drop of rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;That came my way from the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I didn't find you though&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And now I wait; as drops of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dance to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;'Cos, after every rain there's sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And, maybe I'll find you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the rainbow, after the rain&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-8552183392388575034?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8552183392388575034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-find-you-in-rainbow-after-rain.html#comment-form' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/8552183392388575034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/8552183392388575034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/ill-find-you-in-rainbow-after-rain.html' title='I&apos;ll find you in the rainbow after the rain'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-9038178235236108048</id><published>2009-07-19T14:42:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:04:25.435+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='women&apos;s life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nature'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>After the rain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c277/kellyloks3/81866150_ptYGN0Bb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 380px; height: 225px;" src="http://i29.photobucket.com/albums/c277/kellyloks3/81866150_ptYGN0Bb.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I wrote  this poem back when I was thirteen. This poem is inspired by the poem by Joe in 'Good wives'. I absolutely love that poem. This poem is about a women who looks back at her life, satisfied and content! She has no regrets about anything; she found love, joy and everything she desired from her life! Every stanza of this poem, depicts a different stage of her life! I pray that every women gets a chance to enjoy such a life!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="poetrytext_poetry"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The wind is whispering beautiful summer songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With the gorgeous flowers blossoming with delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; I strolled about, feeling brave and strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With my heart growing warm and bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The memories of the past, with little pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dwelling in my heart from many decades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rang a bell, while the summer rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Brightened by the gorgeous summer shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Faded ribbons on rusted keys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Once hanged on the hooks by tiny hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With childish pride, sorrows and glees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Untouched by then, lonely they stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Depicting a time, lively and bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Singing a melodious sonnet’s refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Swinging the umbrellas with childish delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Rambling in the park, after the summer rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Those keys of love and summer romance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; For the trunks, filled with faded red roses                                       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Shoes once worn to ballet and dance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Pretty hats for holiday poses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Frilled frocks for summer balls;                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Songs and poems with incomplete refrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Under the umbrella, first love’s call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Dancing in the sunshine, after the rain  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                         &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The time when matrimony bells were rung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A beautiful ring for a young love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Songs, composed and gaily sung&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; With blossoms blooming and flying doves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; The dull blue sky, the sun shining bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Oh love, love, unable to restrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; My heart and feeling, soft and light                        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; A beautiful kiss, after the summer rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  The waterfall is singing a beautiful lullaby &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  A gorgeous rainbow from a gold pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; From pink linen cloth comes a baby’s cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Shuffling in a soft, little cot   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  The glimmer of the sun, sparkling upon the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Kisses on the rosy cheeks, unable to restrain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Resting in mama’s hand, a peaceful butterfly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  Walking in the sunshine, after the rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                       &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  The wind is whispering beautiful summer songs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  With the gorgeous flowers blossoming with delight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Life flown away, peaceful and strong&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   With my heart growing warm and bright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   The memories of the past, with little pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Dwelling in my heart from many decades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Rang a bell, while the summer rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;   Brightened by the gorgeous summer shades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-9038178235236108048?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/9038178235236108048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-rain.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/9038178235236108048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/9038178235236108048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/after-rain.html' title='After the rain'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-8695908944398555870</id><published>2009-07-16T23:04:00.006+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T06:31:51.906+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='them'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wars'/><title type='text'>The other side of the page</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff46/bosomt/abmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 154px; height: 150px;" src="http://i242.photobucket.com/albums/ff46/bosomt/abmp.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I won't say that this is one of my best works, but behind these words are really strong feelings! It is to curse all those people who in search of power, forgot all about value of a human life! This piece of poetry is all about a longing to hear of no more demises! A longing to switch on the TV one day and find out that everything is absolutely fine! A longing for peace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked at the page, expressionless!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Eying the pictures that have haunted us,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for so long!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see explosions and destruction!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I see dictators and prisons!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I see guns and bullets!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I see innocent soldiers fighting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;F&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;or a so-called noble cause!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ran my hand through the page&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Numb with tears and innocent blood!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tips of my fingers recoiled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;At the effect of these thorny images!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The page which depicted the choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;They made, &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those heartless power-hungry beasts!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;They said they had no options,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;no other way!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But only if they would have,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Looked the other way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Considered the options&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;which,&lt;br /&gt;They kept ignoring.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Things would have been different!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be sitting here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;looking at the other side of the page&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;which was glinting and warm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I would be looking at the golden words&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which  spelled the beautiful word PEACE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-8695908944398555870?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/8695908944398555870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/other-side-of-page.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/8695908944398555870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/8695908944398555870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/other-side-of-page.html' title='The other side of the page'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-2499009385259013735</id><published>2009-07-10T01:50:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T22:24:33.546+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='me'/><title type='text'>When my smile decides...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;In this piece of poetry I have penned down a few of such moments from my life when happiness had captured all of my senses and all I was able to do was stretch my muscles and smile! I couldn't even come up with a single word to utter! Everybody has moments as unexplainable as these in their lives! And this is the beauty of such moments... when you are wordless but with a smile!!!! If you would like to share yours, like be delighted to hear about some!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;She told me I have made it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My heart eased up a little bit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I kept bopping around the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A tiny tear sparkled at the corner of my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My smile decided not to leave my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My hands hardly visible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Under the bouquets of flowers I was holding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Hugs and kisses from everywhere I approached&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;People celebrating, my happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My smile decided not to leave my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Goofing around together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Patting each other’s backs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Singing songs and dancing along, couldn't care less&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;For anything around, just my pals and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My smile decided not to leave my face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He entered the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;His arms spread wide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I dropped my book and ran to him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;He picked me up and swirled me around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My smile decided not to leave my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;Sitting at the window of my room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;While the moon smiles in the dark night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;A paper on my lap, a pen in my hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I write down these joyful moments, and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;My smile decides not to leave my face! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-2499009385259013735?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2499009385259013735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-my-smile-decides.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/2499009385259013735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/2499009385259013735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/when-my-smile-decides.html' title='When my smile decides...'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-2584406901378347735</id><published>2009-07-06T04:59:00.005+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:32:05.441+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Silent love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr206/Lyn_ka/hearts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 265px; height: 280px;" src="http://i484.photobucket.com/albums/rr206/Lyn_ka/hearts.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This poem is all about those people who never express their love through words, rather through hushed gestures! It's not like they don't love. It is just that their gestures are all that exhibit the feeling they bear in their hearts and we learn to love them back for their silent love&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You never say a word&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Even when I am desperate for one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You never give a smile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Even when I keep waiting for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Every time that I am happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You pretend like you don't care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Yet, when no one is looking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You gently ruffle through my hair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;When you think I am not listening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You brag that I am all yours!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The thought of me away from you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Always makes you cringe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Seeing tears and grief on my face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Always makes you troubled&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;You never said so but I am sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;That you'll love me forever and more!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;Your absence makes me miserable!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;And I can't imagine a day without:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;The shelter of your silent love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-2584406901378347735?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/2584406901378347735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/silent-love.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/2584406901378347735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/2584406901378347735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/silent-love.html' title='Silent love'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-7060076107041784546</id><published>2009-07-03T22:25:00.010+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:29:47.591+06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonliness'/><title type='text'>If I were a particle of sand in the Sahara desert...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i467.photobucket.com/albums/rr32/Milhem/Sahara_Desert_Morocco.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 374px; height: 374px;" src="http://i467.photobucket.com/albums/rr32/Milhem/Sahara_Desert_Morocco.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;This piece of poetry describes the empty feelings that rise in me sometimes making me wish that I was as unnoticeable as a particle of sand in the Sahara desert!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If I were a particle of sand in the Sahara desert&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I would have danced along with the wind&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Twirling and twirling the way it wants me to&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No burden, no responsibilities on my head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't care about the menacing sun&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or the cold and starless nights&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I wouldn't care about the heavy rains&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Or the animals that crawl over me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'll be just like the million other particles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Each individual; unnoticeable and ordinary&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But this is why I wish to be:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A particle of sand in the Sahara desert!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-7060076107041784546?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/7060076107041784546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-were-paricle-of-sand-in-sahara.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/7060076107041784546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/7060076107041784546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/if-i-were-paricle-of-sand-in-sahara.html' title='If I were a particle of sand in the Sahara desert...'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6348030225018278295.post-6570484617225319283</id><published>2009-07-03T02:50:00.004+06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:40:49.388+06:00</updated><title type='text'>A spark!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i557.photobucket.com/albums/ss13/kelli_baby45/Quotesz/fire-pink.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 148px;" src="http://i557.photobucket.com/albums/ss13/kelli_baby45/Quotesz/fire-pink.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;I have been waiting for so long&lt;br /&gt;For the right time to come&lt;br /&gt;For the right words to be spoken&lt;br /&gt;And my waiting moments continued&lt;br /&gt;From minutes to days and months&lt;br /&gt;Untill you came along;&lt;br /&gt;My life got what it had been waiting for&lt;br /&gt;A spark to enlighten it all!!&lt;br /&gt;The right words were spoken&lt;br /&gt;At the right time and place&lt;br /&gt;it was all I needed,&lt;br /&gt;A spark and nothing else!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6348030225018278295-6570484617225319283?l=myworksandwords.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/feeds/6570484617225319283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/spark.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/6570484617225319283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6348030225018278295/posts/default/6570484617225319283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myworksandwords.blogspot.com/2009/07/spark.html' title='A spark!'/><author><name>Kaibee</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13496410496739450346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='13' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g0N6iWmUZL0/Sm7l-K2InLI/AAAAAAAAADI/WtGmz13jGOY/S220/FotoFlexer_Photo.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://i557.photobucket.com/albums/ss13/kelli_baby45/Quotesz/th_fire-pink.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
