<?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-10201403</id><updated>2012-01-26T22:39:17.250+05:30</updated><category term='photo courtesy:http://www.flickr.com/photos/olgagreece/3893072329/'/><category term='structure inspired by Cristina&apos;s- Three doors'/><category term='picture courtesy:http://www.josephinewall.co.uk/oak_fairy.html'/><category term='mirror poem'/><category term='Pic courtesy:http://www.darlingstudio.com/projects/illustration/littlethings.html'/><category term='Jurek Karwowski- photography'/><title type='text'>Hues of thought</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' 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/&gt;beneath the clouds, &lt;br /&gt;lay now the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;Thousand tears shed &lt;br /&gt;drenched us, the rain, &lt;br /&gt;washing away our miseries,&lt;br /&gt;ours, mere mortal's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what remains now is&lt;br /&gt;a fallen heaven,&lt;br /&gt;in the hands of mere men,&lt;br /&gt;who do not have an eternity&lt;br /&gt;to hate, or to make things right,&lt;br /&gt;not even fully to live or to love.&lt;br /&gt;what they have is- now.&lt;br /&gt;Now there is &lt;br /&gt;a heaven in their hold, &lt;br /&gt;and a hell to make.&lt;br /&gt;And so they try &lt;br /&gt;the mortals!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-1266883596116187074?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1266883596116187074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507470332152874242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Days went by&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;silence was all we heard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;no one ever said much,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I did not either.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I don't remember hearing  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; voices of people I lived with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;sometimes I talked to me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;to remind myself of the sound of me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;It was like a norm&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;that was dictated,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;silently.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;We seemed to follow it  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;unquestioning and awkwardly,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;day after day for every unchanging year&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt; that passed by us,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;silently.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;Sometimes the cutlery, clinkered,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;apart from the click of the clock's hands.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I heard the cars that drove by at distance&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;the fast ones from the slow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I even heard on occasions&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;strangers whispering  by the corner of the lane.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;or may be I imagined that in my happy dream&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;when we wanted someone to speak&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;we switched on the tv.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I wondered if we were growing  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;oblivious to the obvious silence,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;silently.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I wasn't ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;I ran away,  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;far from home,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;silently.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-5598139580356861366?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5598139580356861366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=5598139580356861366&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5598139580356861366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5598139580356861366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2010/08/silently.html' title='Silently...'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/TG53Flb5hQI/AAAAAAAAA2o/YP2rXIR2d2A/s72-c/Sound-of-Silence.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3844396769730941272</id><published>2010-07-05T18:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-05T18:53:27.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/TDHcAKPWjwI/AAAAAAAAA2g/XjCVVQEbhLg/s1600/lost-in-dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 202px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/TDHcAKPWjwI/AAAAAAAAA2g/XjCVVQEbhLg/s320/lost-in-dreams.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490411316048203522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O' wanderer that seeks me at night,&lt;br /&gt;our secrets lay untold, in closed eye.&lt;br /&gt;name I not know yours, you not mine,&lt;br /&gt;yet your words rumble in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;your mind wiggles never in order at any time,&lt;br /&gt;not one story or a pattern to see,&lt;br /&gt;of dis-chorded whims and whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tears trickle down my unaware skin,&lt;br /&gt;a giggle parts my innocent lips,&lt;br /&gt;brows squiggle in unattractive drifts,&lt;br /&gt;how you abet me to resign to such tricks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still I will look for you,&lt;br /&gt;silent nights, I crave you.&lt;br /&gt;O wanderer seek me at night,&lt;br /&gt;I am at the lover's wine, there by the sea,&lt;br /&gt;On full moon nights and crescent delights,&lt;br /&gt;you know where to come, home.&lt;br /&gt;move not a finger, fetch me by your thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/10201403-3844396769730941272?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3844396769730941272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3844396769730941272&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-4862187243653768918</id><published>2010-04-18T00:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T15:31:33.338+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Vikram Seth</title><content type='html'>The only guy crush I seem to have sustained for almost a decade now is Vikram Seth. the clarity with which his poetry speaks is encapsulating and warmingly innervating , for me Seth is a must read, re- read and yea that degree of adoration!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never met him in person , never have had the good fortune to be present in any book discussion or reading, hey but look what I have got here, one of  Vikram's lecture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://richmedia.lse.ac.uk/publicLecturesAndEvents/20100318_1830_friendshipAndPoetry.mp3"&gt;http://richmedia.lse.ac.uk/publicLecturesAndEvents/20100318_1830_friendshipAndPoetry.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/S8dIJ13bGCI/AAAAAAAAAzg/b_DhJ4lgEbI/s320/The-Phantom-of-the-Opera-the-phantom-of-the-opera-59081_1024_1489.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460412407125579810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember your promise to me&lt;br /&gt;beloved don't you, quit on me.&lt;br /&gt;my soul's nightingale,&lt;br /&gt;don't sing, your heavenly chants,&lt;br /&gt;put me to sleep, wear your wings,&lt;br /&gt;leave me in slumbers deep.&lt;br /&gt;my window to the colors of a day,&lt;br /&gt;don't leave now, me in this disarray,&lt;br /&gt;kill me if you wish, with your song,&lt;br /&gt;with your love's blade,&lt;br /&gt;you know you can,&lt;br /&gt;because,with you my heart lays a slave.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-6884744815718861676?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/S8dIJ13bGCI/AAAAAAAAAzg/b_DhJ4lgEbI/s72-c/The-Phantom-of-the-Opera-the-phantom-of-the-opera-59081_1024_1489.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-6850102826622756941</id><published>2010-03-13T13:36:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-13T13:46:52.729+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Price to pay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/S5tJGek9KGI/AAAAAAAAAyc/EwJbTn3KYJU/s1600-h/alone_but_HAPPY_by_IgNgRez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/S5tJGek9KGI/AAAAAAAAAyc/EwJbTn3KYJU/s320/alone_but_HAPPY_by_IgNgRez.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448028549870856290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To walk the forbidden maze,&lt;br /&gt;to see beyond known,&lt;br /&gt;even if it were a try,&lt;br /&gt;the price to be me, &lt;br /&gt;is to give away &lt;br /&gt;every last bit, &lt;br /&gt;anything I hold mine.&lt;br /&gt;sometimes I fear&lt;br /&gt;this will not do,&lt;br /&gt;to catch my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;I wont be enough,&lt;br /&gt;which like a fairy cloud&lt;br /&gt;faintly dingles,in skies of hope,&lt;br /&gt;remains evasive,throwing echoes,&lt;br /&gt;calling me, calling in loops aloud.&lt;br /&gt;Have I,wandered too far?&lt;br /&gt;can not remember why or where,&lt;br /&gt;home has lost its flavor,&lt;br /&gt;of its nature,inane character, &lt;br /&gt;should I let fear drive&lt;br /&gt;while I give up on me? &lt;br /&gt;to dream is a gift&lt;br /&gt;but will it befit me? &lt;br /&gt;Then again I often ask,&lt;br /&gt;to drift away,&lt;br /&gt;from your own truth &lt;br /&gt;is it not to push away&lt;br /&gt;life to soot?&lt;br /&gt;hoping it will not, &lt;br /&gt;knowing it would,&lt;br /&gt;take the whole of me&lt;br /&gt;even if it were a try&lt;br /&gt;I stand as I should&lt;br /&gt;alone, yet bloody good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-6850102826622756941?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6850102826622756941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=6850102826622756941&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-8984157945789280212</id><published>2010-02-25T02:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-25T02:45:01.807+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happy place</title><content type='html'>Take me to a place where,&lt;br /&gt;eyes rest in chambers of sleep,&lt;br /&gt;mind eases in to dreams,&lt;br /&gt;dreams grow wings &lt;br /&gt;and fly across seas, &lt;br /&gt;and I wake up to your warm embrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-8984157945789280212?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8984157945789280212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=8984157945789280212&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8984157945789280212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8984157945789280212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2010/02/happy-place.html' title='Happy place'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-8365688638313724426</id><published>2010-01-24T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-24T18:49:20.787+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let me...</title><content type='html'>meet your eyes&lt;br /&gt;seek those lies&lt;br /&gt;let me try,&lt;br /&gt;O let me try.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me in your&lt;br /&gt;darkest nights&lt;br /&gt;lonely beds&lt;br /&gt;of sweet desires.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk with me&lt;br /&gt;under twinkled skies&lt;br /&gt;shadows twined&lt;br /&gt;your soul pristine&lt;br /&gt;only mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-8365688638313724426?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8365688638313724426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=8365688638313724426&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8365688638313724426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8365688638313724426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-me.html' title='Let me...'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-8258291208542755640</id><published>2009-12-08T18:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-08T18:10:11.352+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In red and apart</title><content type='html'>Our heavens are apart&lt;br /&gt;as gods we talk&lt;br /&gt;we stand alone &lt;br /&gt;with lonely hearts&lt;br /&gt;though the guilt&lt;br /&gt;echoes our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;we stand in red &lt;br /&gt;we stand apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a cue&lt;br /&gt;this gloomy hue&lt;br /&gt;what made a smile&lt;br /&gt;turn into rue&lt;br /&gt;you were there&lt;br /&gt;and you could change&lt;br /&gt;you turned your back&lt;br /&gt;left your men to brood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our worlds apart&lt;br /&gt;as gods we talk&lt;br /&gt;alone we stand&lt;br /&gt;with guilty thoughts&lt;br /&gt;we stand in red&lt;br /&gt;turn men to graves&lt;br /&gt;those eerie cries,&lt;br /&gt;how may you try&lt;br /&gt;will come with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-8258291208542755640?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-583143434513303234</id><published>2009-12-08T17:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-08T17:45:23.010+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Coo Coo</title><content type='html'>I wanna go on a world wide tour,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make those dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;this is the time I fly, &lt;br /&gt;this moment all mine,&lt;br /&gt;this lady is  gonna make every one coo&lt;br /&gt;coo coo, to my tune...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lets take a boat and sail ,Oh look&lt;br /&gt;far away, every corner and nook&lt;br /&gt;use the rainbows to climb the clouds&lt;br /&gt;and open taps of showers&lt;br /&gt;in rains, rainbows lets coo&lt;br /&gt;coo coo, to my tune..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me know ,more about you&lt;br /&gt;brown black rose which ever hue&lt;br /&gt;take my heart and show me you&lt;br /&gt;who ever you hide with in you&lt;br /&gt;so I can make  you coo&lt;br /&gt;coo coo, to my tune.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-583143434513303234?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/583143434513303234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=583143434513303234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/583143434513303234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/583143434513303234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2009/12/coo-coo.html' title='Coo Coo'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-8458436903009280662</id><published>2009-12-08T16:18:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-08T16:21:10.701+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In your arms</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.1  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Let me fall, fall free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;so you could catch me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in your arms, in their warmth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me be glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;However I try , and despise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me not dream or see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;anything but you with me  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in your arms, in their warmth  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;let me be glee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;cause I don't want to ever lose you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;to the silly fights that I have with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I never said it's gonna be easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;but I know there is nothing I feel so true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh, so let me fall free,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;and hope you catch me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in your eyes , let me see me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-8458436903009280662?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8458436903009280662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=8458436903009280662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8458436903009280662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8458436903009280662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2009/12/in-your-arms.html' title='In your arms'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-1621659648703402810</id><published>2009-12-08T11:09:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-08T11:16:45.002+05:30</updated><title type='text'>let me be done</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Here  I am  with my heart so cold,&lt;br /&gt;unclear on what  I heard &amp;amp; was told,&lt;br /&gt;I believe you said you lost our soul,&lt;br /&gt;while there I stood unaware of it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it happened, I do not want to know,&lt;br /&gt;I want to pick my life from here and go,&lt;br /&gt;Now and right now.&lt;br /&gt;Not the shame of it all, it is the pain of this so,&lt;br /&gt;let me just go , go , go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to love, I forgot,&lt;br /&gt;tears many to wipe away and move on,&lt;br /&gt;it is not you I want now,&lt;br /&gt;I want me, alone and done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-1621659648703402810?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1621659648703402810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=1621659648703402810&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1621659648703402810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1621659648703402810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2009/12/let-me-be-done.html' title='let me be done'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3422638227098343384</id><published>2009-12-02T00:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-02T19:34:45.675+05:30</updated><title type='text'>No pain like love...</title><content type='html'>pain is indistinct&lt;br /&gt;in ways it impairs&lt;br /&gt;sipidly makes place,&lt;br /&gt;for more.&lt;br /&gt;conquers senses&lt;br /&gt;you might have&lt;br /&gt;had before.&lt;br /&gt;silently runs in nerves&lt;br /&gt;rots you within&lt;br /&gt;killing life's verve&lt;br /&gt;many ways like love&lt;br /&gt;many times because of love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3422638227098343384?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3422638227098343384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3422638227098343384&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3422638227098343384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3422638227098343384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2009/12/no-pain-like-love.html' title='No pain like love...'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-7890356734322307544</id><published>2009-12-01T22:52:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-01T23:09:12.872+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photo courtesy:http://www.flickr.com/photos/olgagreece/3893072329/'/><title type='text'>And you walked away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SxVTHwnfbFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/k_Qb9IYeTAw/s1600/walk+away.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SxVTHwnfbFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/k_Qb9IYeTAw/s320/walk+away.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410321920130247762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I tasted love in tears&lt;br /&gt;that fell through my lips,&lt;br /&gt;anger in merciless eyes,&lt;br /&gt;those endless silences&lt;br /&gt;unanswered pleas.&lt;br /&gt;pain in betrayal,&lt;br /&gt;those voices in my head&lt;br /&gt;that you left behind,&lt;br /&gt;those I still hear.&lt;br /&gt;and yet I loved you&lt;br /&gt;before the tears, the anger,&lt;br /&gt;before the betrayal&lt;br /&gt;and after.&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/10201403-7890356734322307544?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7890356734322307544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=7890356734322307544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7890356734322307544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7890356734322307544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2009/12/and-you-walked-away.html' title='And you walked away'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SxVTHwnfbFI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/k_Qb9IYeTAw/s72-c/walk+away.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-9095436016318289052</id><published>2009-11-20T12:50:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-21T01:26:11.790+05:30</updated><title type='text'>when you talk</title><content type='html'>It is not an arduous task  &lt;br /&gt;to find words &lt;br /&gt;that convey thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;It is to find those which &lt;br /&gt;do justice to silence, &lt;br /&gt;that bridge those &lt;br /&gt;awkward introductions,&lt;br /&gt;that make friends with foes,&lt;br /&gt;which are severe &lt;br /&gt;and gentle, at once&lt;br /&gt;It is not about finding &lt;br /&gt;the right words, or is it?&lt;br /&gt;It is about finding the courage &lt;br /&gt;to mean them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-9095436016318289052?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/9095436016318289052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=9095436016318289052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/9095436016318289052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/9095436016318289052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-you-talk.html' title='when you talk'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-8319746064537889635</id><published>2009-11-01T19:34:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-01T19:44:26.453+05:30</updated><title type='text'>easy love...</title><content type='html'>eyes that delved in yours,&lt;br /&gt;now closed.lips stained &lt;br /&gt;in morning's fog craved yours,&lt;br /&gt;warmth leaving them faintly begged &lt;br /&gt;a passage,as you laid me &lt;br /&gt;to a mossed wall of an empty home. &lt;br /&gt;tender thighs twisted and locked&lt;br /&gt;you reassured, my trembling waist,&lt;br /&gt;and gazed at me as if I were a firefly &lt;br /&gt;I merely basked, in your easy love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-8319746064537889635?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8319746064537889635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=8319746064537889635&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8319746064537889635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8319746064537889635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2009/11/easy-love.html' title='easy love...'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-2206811698133455</id><published>2009-10-30T01:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T01:08:12.538+05:30</updated><title type='text'>little thought...</title><content type='html'>How little I thought&lt;br /&gt;of afternoons, nights and days,&lt;br /&gt;a silent bed and by me, I will lay&lt;br /&gt;of many a spring's dusks,&lt;br /&gt;lost among the shadows I would search&lt;br /&gt;of drunken lusts,wails of past&lt;br /&gt;as I tried to play a flute of rock&lt;br /&gt;how little I thought &lt;br /&gt;of what I need  &lt;br /&gt;of what I can dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-2206811698133455?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2206811698133455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=2206811698133455&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/2206811698133455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/2206811698133455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2009/10/little-thought.html' title='little thought...'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-1577876555158784992</id><published>2009-05-18T18:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-18T18:12:34.447+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let it rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/ShFXF8fk3XI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Tn9wjbZK18U/s1600-h/raindrops460x276.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 192px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/ShFXF8fk3XI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Tn9wjbZK18U/s320/raindrops460x276.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337142793060277618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it rain!&lt;br /&gt;let it rain!!&lt;br /&gt;let it fill the drains&lt;br /&gt;and the plains,&lt;br /&gt;chill the walls&lt;br /&gt;of the skies&lt;br /&gt;and tell you&lt;br /&gt;heavens cried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it rain!&lt;br /&gt;let it rain!!&lt;br /&gt;let it bring&lt;br /&gt;life back to us, again,&lt;br /&gt;let the frogs chatter&lt;br /&gt;in those puddles of water,&lt;br /&gt;and grasshoppers zzzz's be a pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let it rain!&lt;br /&gt;let it rain !!&lt;br /&gt;let its wail tell us again&lt;br /&gt;- "see those bubbles at my drops end?&lt;br /&gt;that's life for u my friend"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-1577876555158784992?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1577876555158784992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=1577876555158784992&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1577876555158784992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1577876555158784992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2009/05/let-it-rain.html' title='Let it rain!'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/ShFXF8fk3XI/AAAAAAAAAdU/Tn9wjbZK18U/s72-c/raindrops460x276.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3488370953543122626</id><published>2009-04-24T18:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:39:27.833+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just go on!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SfG5VDSd_dI/AAAAAAAAAdM/alnC7ToFKBE/s1600-h/sunrise_runner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SfG5VDSd_dI/AAAAAAAAAdM/alnC7ToFKBE/s320/sunrise_runner.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328243605467168210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if life seems a race&lt;br /&gt;and you are fighting for breath&lt;br /&gt;if nothing's in control&lt;br /&gt;and things are falling apart&lt;br /&gt;you don’t have time &lt;br /&gt;to look around&lt;br /&gt;-sigh at those disapproving frowns,&lt;br /&gt;if you have fallen down,&lt;br /&gt;far too many times&lt;br /&gt;tasted sweat, sour mis-luck&lt;br /&gt;you are only going too fast&lt;br /&gt;and that is good !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3488370953543122626?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3488370953543122626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3488370953543122626&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3488370953543122626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3488370953543122626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-go-on.html' title='Just go on!'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SfG5VDSd_dI/AAAAAAAAAdM/alnC7ToFKBE/s72-c/sunrise_runner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-7787019316744839554</id><published>2009-03-16T18:48:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-16T19:01:10.951+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Restless</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Sb5S0BmdBqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rTiWP9aqLcs/s1600-h/running-out-of-time.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Sb5S0BmdBqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rTiWP9aqLcs/s320/running-out-of-time.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313775664080160418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;where am I to?&lt;br /&gt;everything a perfect misfit&lt;br /&gt;and I am too&lt;br /&gt;my skies never end their sway,&lt;br /&gt;their circles push me as I lay, &lt;br /&gt;as if  tied by feet, unwilling my spirit,&lt;br /&gt;I hear them say, &lt;br /&gt;farther away,  farther away&lt;br /&gt;from her dreams that seemed real,&lt;br /&gt;from  shadows that gave her a veil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do? &lt;br /&gt;where am I to?&lt;br /&gt;stuck in a capsule that knows not to move&lt;br /&gt;nightmare that has seemingly come true&lt;br /&gt;nothing happens ever, here&lt;br /&gt;in these lanes I grow grey and impair&lt;br /&gt;so much to do , &lt;br /&gt;but shackled  to root,&lt;br /&gt;despair turns me insane.&lt;br /&gt;they are on their way, &lt;br /&gt;circling skies, dwindling worlds,&lt;br /&gt;I need to run far away, far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do?&lt;br /&gt;where  am I to?&lt;br /&gt;everthing a perfect misfit&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to be one too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-7787019316744839554?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7787019316744839554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=7787019316744839554&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7787019316744839554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7787019316744839554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2009/03/restless.html' title='Restless'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Sb5S0BmdBqI/AAAAAAAAAcs/rTiWP9aqLcs/s72-c/running-out-of-time.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3410509572175339350</id><published>2008-12-09T15:00:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-09T15:39:10.827+05:30</updated><title type='text'>- Dusk-</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/ST49bLJvZ6I/AAAAAAAAAag/bdDFDpLK8ss/s1600-h/dusk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/ST49bLJvZ6I/AAAAAAAAAag/bdDFDpLK8ss/s320/dusk.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277723350384207778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At every day’s break&lt;br /&gt;the sun takes the same way down&lt;br /&gt;softly edging the horizon&lt;br /&gt;with it its warmth, &lt;br /&gt;&amp; those yellow's hues,&lt;br /&gt;sinks in to the distant seas&lt;br /&gt;ray after ray …&lt;br /&gt;Far from the bustling crowds ,&lt;br /&gt;from this time stricken world,&lt;br /&gt;from where I stood&lt;br /&gt;lost &amp; watched,&lt;br /&gt;It has a rhythm&lt;br /&gt;It's own whim,&lt;br /&gt;we all give in,&lt;br /&gt;sooner or later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3410509572175339350?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3410509572175339350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3410509572175339350&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3410509572175339350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3410509572175339350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/12/dusk.html' title='- Dusk-'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/ST49bLJvZ6I/AAAAAAAAAag/bdDFDpLK8ss/s72-c/dusk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-9072069976696881373</id><published>2008-12-06T14:51:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-06T14:55:35.365+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Will You?</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CUsers%5Csravya%5CAppData%5CLocal%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  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	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am not an angel &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I might just be a sly&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a wastrel and begotten wry&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I make you a promise&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; how I might try&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;for all I know me&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;you could be just &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a convenient smile...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;True, untrue can’t say&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;what is, wont deny &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;can’t fail, in your eye ,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;wouldn’t ask for your love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;all I urge is a chance, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;a fair &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;try.. &lt;span style="font-family:Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-9072069976696881373?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/9072069976696881373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=9072069976696881373&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/9072069976696881373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/9072069976696881373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/12/will-you.html' title='Will You?'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-8880573361938759487</id><published>2008-10-24T12:04:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-24T15:50:14.080+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am here ; that'l suffice!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its not exactly love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;and its not like I believe&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in love either,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its this vagueness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am here in all,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;but strangely don’t &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;want my presence felt.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its not exactly love &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;does not mean I’m&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;not to make more of it &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I cudnt care if I am too naive&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t trust &lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;plans that’l last&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;for a life’ time, anyways..&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its not exactly love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;still,  there will be tears (shed)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;nothing will last &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;till my days end,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;so  &lt;/span&gt;I will do just fine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;cause this moment&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;is which I really care.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its not exactly love&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And I believe this &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;is all I deserve,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;for now!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-8880573361938759487?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8880573361938759487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=8880573361938759487&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8880573361938759487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8880573361938759487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-am-here-thatl-suffice.html' title='I am here ; that&apos;l suffice!'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-4115254290143301038</id><published>2008-10-17T14:30:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-17T14:36:12.727+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inner voice - Delusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SPhUvu_YIiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MKyewO6Bcs8/s1600-h/delusion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SPhUvu_YIiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MKyewO6Bcs8/s320/delusion.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258045743999492642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know that voice,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It never leaves my dreams&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I pretend innocence,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Its hard to ignore &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;death’s incense&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;when it stifles you &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;of your breath&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;that last taste of hope &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But I know more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;there I stayed one too many days&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lost in its soulless song, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;at times I wondered if&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;it spoke much but silence&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still it was my only song&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A distant hymn embraced me &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&amp;amp; I wandered in search of more &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;than just a silenced soul&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;but the voice called me back, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;as if I were its shadow, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;it said, I did not deserve more&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I know this voice, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to believe it&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t want to be belonged &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Not to it…, Not anymore…;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I pretend innocence,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I pretend it'll go away..&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-4115254290143301038?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4115254290143301038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=4115254290143301038&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4115254290143301038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4115254290143301038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/10/inner-voice-delusion.html' title='Inner voice - Delusion'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SPhUvu_YIiI/AAAAAAAAAW4/MKyewO6Bcs8/s72-c/delusion.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-5473956384416774016</id><published>2008-07-28T14:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:00:43.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Between you and Air</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SI2OX2tJy4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/EJGXTHo2RLo/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227991282920049538" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SI2OX2tJy4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/EJGXTHo2RLo/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times I feel &lt;br /&gt;I am between your cigar and ash&lt;br /&gt;that thin curve of smoke&lt;br /&gt;which dares not touch your breath&lt;br /&gt;vanishes in a minute, &lt;br /&gt;and quite forgotten the next &lt;br /&gt;cause its always at the other end…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-5473956384416774016?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5473956384416774016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=5473956384416774016&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5473956384416774016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5473956384416774016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/07/between-you-and-air.html' title='Between you and Air'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SI2OX2tJy4I/AAAAAAAAAPw/EJGXTHo2RLo/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3186258794312287566</id><published>2008-07-25T02:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-25T02:13:55.543+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Uncertain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SIjpd5pwVbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/l49jCy56myU/s1600-h/future.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5226684067464893874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SIjpd5pwVbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/l49jCy56myU/s320/future.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are moments I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;If what I feel is real&lt;br /&gt;If it’s going to last&lt;br /&gt;or if I am but standing,&lt;br /&gt;at the end of that thought.&lt;br /&gt;Why couldn’t life be&lt;br /&gt;just a bit simple and clear?&lt;br /&gt;What if I get it all wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Would I go no where?&lt;br /&gt;May be its time to start afresh then,&lt;br /&gt;cos this game has too many ways unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Too little time to explore them all.&lt;br /&gt;What if it was meant to be this way&lt;br /&gt;will I last to see it all?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3186258794312287566?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3186258794312287566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3186258794312287566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3186258794312287566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3186258794312287566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/07/uncertain.html' title='Uncertain'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SIjpd5pwVbI/AAAAAAAAAPo/l49jCy56myU/s72-c/future.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-1227061619784456618</id><published>2008-07-21T15:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-29T15:27:37.558+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SI7pgAARGOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/h98SzmiwokA/s1600-h/image001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SI7pgAARGOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/h98SzmiwokA/s320/image001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228372953389930722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awed I looked on,&lt;br /&gt;as night shone over the rippled sea,&lt;br /&gt;its froth touched the tips of my toes,&lt;br /&gt;as its baritone got me lost&lt;br /&gt;and its gusty winds blew through my hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between sea, sky and I,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere while I got lost in-there, &lt;br /&gt;I found heaven…&lt;br /&gt;&amp; it turned me to a mere shell &lt;br /&gt;that laid in its way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-1227061619784456618?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1227061619784456618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=1227061619784456618&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1227061619784456618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1227061619784456618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/07/my-heaven.html' title='My Heaven'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SI7pgAARGOI/AAAAAAAAAP4/h98SzmiwokA/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-173132849094647150</id><published>2008-07-08T14:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-07-08T16:25:58.755+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Gift of a 'life'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SHMsvIT_L5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/9Z2TQKUn2iY/s1600-h/after-erase.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SHMsvIT_L5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/9Z2TQKUn2iY/s320/after-erase.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220565581249326994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day &lt;br /&gt;in our not so great lives,&lt;br /&gt;its not the twinkling stars &lt;br /&gt;that sparkle our wishful eyes,&lt;br /&gt;its that ray of light,&lt;br /&gt;that lits every sight,&lt;br /&gt;our hearts, lives and thoughts alive,&lt;br /&gt;sweeps through our dark nights,&lt;br /&gt;through tears, fears and makes us alright&lt;br /&gt;as its sops, at each breaking dawn,&lt;br /&gt;a new hope,a chance to survive.&lt;br /&gt;In subtle, these lessons lay&lt;br /&gt;life's length until death,they'd suffice.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I seldom try,&lt;br /&gt;and everyday I live,&lt;br /&gt;this not so great life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-173132849094647150?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/173132849094647150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=173132849094647150&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/173132849094647150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/173132849094647150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/07/gift-of-life.html' title='Gift of a &apos;life&apos;'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SHMsvIT_L5I/AAAAAAAAAPI/9Z2TQKUn2iY/s72-c/after-erase.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3897457601223544646</id><published>2008-06-18T18:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:41:32.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Empty Martini</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SFkIUf31hyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PVR5jMpu1jk/s1600-h/233.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SFkIUf31hyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PVR5jMpu1jk/s320/233.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213207191904159522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Undue blushes&lt;br /&gt;unkept promises&lt;br /&gt;sweetly edge&lt;br /&gt;truth's bitterness&lt;br /&gt;and fool men to&lt;br /&gt;plunge dive in to&lt;br /&gt;life's vast emptiness..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3897457601223544646?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3897457601223544646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3897457601223544646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3897457601223544646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3897457601223544646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/06/empty-martini.html' title='Empty Martini'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/SFkIUf31hyI/AAAAAAAAAPA/PVR5jMpu1jk/s72-c/233.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-8073485437747694049</id><published>2008-06-18T18:27:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-19T11:42:27.572+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>However you might wish,&lt;br /&gt;plead and blotch those&lt;br /&gt;perfectly matted cheeks&lt;br /&gt;with tears flushing&lt;br /&gt;your liners thick ink&lt;br /&gt;your wish will remain&lt;br /&gt;faithfully - a - wish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-8073485437747694049?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8073485437747694049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=8073485437747694049&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8073485437747694049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8073485437747694049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/06/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-8923371575379452141</id><published>2008-06-18T18:15:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-18T18:27:02.641+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Square One</title><content type='html'>Life now seems like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in the middle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of nowhere..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I need to startover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow,.. &amp; Somewhere…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-8923371575379452141?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/8923371575379452141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=8923371575379452141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8923371575379452141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/8923371575379452141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/06/square-one.html' title='Square One'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-9165610873955399590</id><published>2008-02-23T05:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-23T05:49:26.511+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jurek Karwowski- photography'/><title type='text'>Blurred Slumbers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R79lgC2deYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/aI0U_jdIi-Y/s1600-h/jk_night_walk1-b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R79lgC2deYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/aI0U_jdIi-Y/s320/jk_night_walk1-b.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169962498440132994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so close to truth&lt;br /&gt;yet so far..,&lt;br /&gt;riding on a dream&lt;br /&gt;that fell apart&lt;br /&gt;in the shoes that&lt;br /&gt;walked me to hell&lt;br /&gt;a ray undefined&lt;br /&gt;found me soul dead &lt;br /&gt;in the dark oddness&lt;br /&gt;an obtuse hope&lt;br /&gt;woke me up&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I walked away&lt;br /&gt;never looked back...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-9165610873955399590?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/9165610873955399590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=9165610873955399590&amp;isPopup=true' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/9165610873955399590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/9165610873955399590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/02/blurred-slumbers.html' title='Blurred Slumbers'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R79lgC2deYI/AAAAAAAAAMc/aI0U_jdIi-Y/s72-c/jk_night_walk1-b.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-7022367476882722166</id><published>2008-02-02T03:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-02-02T03:26:41.807+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Water like</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R6OU4mYprNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A-nEv9O_h3k/s1600-h/hands+in+water+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R6OU4mYprNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A-nEv9O_h3k/s320/hands+in+water+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162133297994247378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If words be water,&lt;br /&gt;I would gather them&lt;br /&gt;by my palms&lt;br /&gt;drenched in rain&lt;br /&gt;with folded arms&lt;br /&gt;and then leave them&lt;br /&gt;all, drop and then a drop&lt;br /&gt;with due diligence&lt;br /&gt;to let them find&lt;br /&gt;their destined path&lt;br /&gt;while I take pride&lt;br /&gt;in their journey &lt;br /&gt;that marked them &lt;br /&gt;from the others&lt;br /&gt;when I am done&lt;br /&gt;with my treasure &lt;br /&gt;all I have to do &lt;br /&gt;is pray to those&lt;br /&gt;heavenly skies &lt;br /&gt;for a glorious shower &lt;br /&gt;yet again&lt;br /&gt;If words were water&lt;br /&gt;would I want a river or rain?&lt;br /&gt;If words were water&lt;br /&gt;there never would &lt;br /&gt;be silence again&lt;br /&gt;If words were water,&lt;br /&gt;……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-7022367476882722166?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7022367476882722166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=7022367476882722166&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7022367476882722166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7022367476882722166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/02/water-like.html' title='Water like'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R6OU4mYprNI/AAAAAAAAAMU/A-nEv9O_h3k/s72-c/hands+in+water+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-888531754117085008</id><published>2008-01-26T19:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-26T20:46:53.600+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mirror poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='structure inspired by Cristina&apos;s- Three doors'/><title type='text'>Crush</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R5tJtWYprMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3U-vioQ-71A/s1600-h/intermediary-result304.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R5tJtWYprMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3U-vioQ-71A/s320/intermediary-result304.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159798841534950594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The touch of your glance&lt;br /&gt;raged in me a passion &lt;br /&gt;like fire, that pricked me &lt;br /&gt;by skin and quickly spread &lt;br /&gt;deep with in, as my heart &lt;br /&gt;pounded with anticpation&lt;br /&gt;of what might come of this&lt;br /&gt;strange, yet destined meet&lt;br /&gt;I quivered inside as if a&lt;br /&gt;bird shelterless in storm night,&lt;br /&gt;but bore brave smile,&lt;br /&gt;wait!&lt;br /&gt;did you know that? &lt;br /&gt;did you know that?&lt;br /&gt;wait!&lt;br /&gt;I bore a brave smile,&lt;br /&gt;but a bird shelterless in storm night,&lt;br /&gt;though i quivered inside, over&lt;br /&gt;our strange yet destined meet&lt;br /&gt;of what might come of this&lt;br /&gt;pounded with anticipation&lt;br /&gt;deep with in as my heart&lt;br /&gt;through skin and it quickly spread &lt;br /&gt;that fire that pricked me,&lt;br /&gt;raged in me a passion&lt;br /&gt;at the touch of your glance!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-888531754117085008?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/888531754117085008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=888531754117085008&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/888531754117085008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/888531754117085008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/01/crush.html' title='Crush'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R5tJtWYprMI/AAAAAAAAAMM/3U-vioQ-71A/s72-c/intermediary-result304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3866264409146225646</id><published>2008-01-20T17:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:17:21.710+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R5M9kbhDqFI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZiNpzwD3OJk/s1600-h/go.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R5M9kbhDqFI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZiNpzwD3OJk/s320/go.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157533694340343890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t pretend, &lt;br /&gt;I am feeling alive&lt;br /&gt;Every time I move on, &lt;br /&gt;You grab me, by my mind&lt;br /&gt;I am going places, &lt;br /&gt;but I cant seem to find &lt;br /&gt;sanity that’s mine&lt;br /&gt;So don’t tell me &lt;br /&gt;Its all a big mistake&lt;br /&gt;You know, I am just not a game&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you dare, &lt;br /&gt;tell me that you’ll be not there&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of crying&lt;br /&gt;over these memories you made&lt;br /&gt;I will not be here, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;someday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;don’t come searching then&lt;br /&gt;When I go far away!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3866264409146225646?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3866264409146225646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3866264409146225646&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3866264409146225646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3866264409146225646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/01/someday.html' title='Some Day'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R5M9kbhDqFI/AAAAAAAAALU/ZiNpzwD3OJk/s72-c/go.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3816508998156718458</id><published>2008-01-20T16:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-20T22:19:32.616+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Live.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R5MucrhDqEI/AAAAAAAAALM/8__wLtz8ftA/s1600-h/live.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R5MucrhDqEI/AAAAAAAAALM/8__wLtz8ftA/s320/live.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5157517068521941058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you know&lt;br /&gt;(your)time is finite&lt;br /&gt;you will find a way&lt;br /&gt;to make things happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the moment of truth,&lt;br /&gt;your fears are gone&lt;br /&gt;and you leap to &lt;br /&gt;your dream land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly then ,&lt;br /&gt;you will see,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are very few&lt;br /&gt;(things) you care about&lt;br /&gt;and nothing worthwhile &lt;br /&gt;to hold on..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its too short a time&lt;br /&gt;to crib about wrongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all ought to reach&lt;br /&gt;the same end,&lt;br /&gt;tragedy or not &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is the moment of truth ,&lt;br /&gt;when what you see, in your mirror&lt;br /&gt;grins right back at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment you know,&lt;br /&gt;when time is finite&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; are all&lt;br /&gt;you have got&lt;br /&gt;you will know- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3816508998156718458?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3816508998156718458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3816508998156718458&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3816508998156718458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3816508998156718458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/01/live-while-you-can.html' title='Live.'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R5MucrhDqEI/AAAAAAAAALM/8__wLtz8ftA/s72-c/live.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-6281206879644746341</id><published>2008-01-20T14:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:46:39.278+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/In37a-WTjC0&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/In37a-WTjC0&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aol live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEvTkp_0agk&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ZEvTkp_0agk&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-6281206879644746341?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6281206879644746341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=6281206879644746341&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/6281206879644746341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/6281206879644746341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/01/thousand.html' title='Thousand Miles - Vanessa Carlton'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-1214763430130116595</id><published>2008-01-20T14:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-20T14:29:23.418+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Leaving on a Jet plane</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/NLqnbEfWkNA&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/NLqnbEfWkNA&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(version 2) Chantal Kreviazuk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For John Denver's version&lt;br /&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=vLBKOcUbHR0&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-1214763430130116595?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1214763430130116595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=1214763430130116595&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1214763430130116595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1214763430130116595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/01/leaving-on-jet-plane.html' title='Leaving on a Jet plane'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-4874228696706079296</id><published>2008-01-17T16:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-17T16:28:39.176+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Journey (verse-I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R480nbhDqDI/AAAAAAAAALE/bt9G40iov6M/s1600-h/5843589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R480nbhDqDI/AAAAAAAAALE/bt9G40iov6M/s320/5843589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5156397950368458802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes O’ mighty gods,&lt;br /&gt;through the storms that bore the wrath&lt;br /&gt;in the cold that pinned her to bone&lt;br /&gt;in  she walks, through that dreaded path&lt;br /&gt;in search of you, the only true,&lt;br /&gt;she silently endures, the rocked path&lt;br /&gt;as she treaded , she stumbled over, over..&lt;br /&gt;her dainty feet bare, turned to lotus red,&lt;br /&gt;not having seen pain afore, she delves &lt;br /&gt;in this altered state, and yet nothing stops her&lt;br /&gt;as she marches through your walls&lt;br /&gt;with the strength of warrior,&lt;br /&gt;In search of you in her,&lt;br /&gt;Here she comes O’mighty gods  !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-4874228696706079296?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4874228696706079296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=4874228696706079296&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4874228696706079296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4874228696706079296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/01/journey-verse-i.html' title='The Journey (verse-I)'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R480nbhDqDI/AAAAAAAAALE/bt9G40iov6M/s72-c/5843589.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3178955373080736125</id><published>2008-01-15T17:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-16T15:47:47.617+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wonder why (lemon tree) -Fools Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9K9zn6lvck&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/E9K9zn6lvck&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I havent known anyone who has'nt fallen in love with this song.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here in a boring room it's just another rainy&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon I'm wasting my time I got nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm hanging around I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;But nothing ever happens- and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving around in my car I'm driving too fast&lt;br /&gt;I'm driving too far I'd like to change my point of view&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lonely I'm waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;But nothing ever happens- and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I wonder why yesterday you told me&lt;br /&gt;'bout the blue blue sky and all tall that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning my head up and down&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning turning turning turning turning around&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sitting here I miss the power I'd like to go out&lt;br /&gt;taking a shower but there's a heavy cloud in side my head&lt;br /&gt;I feel so tired put myself into bed where nothing&lt;br /&gt;ever happens- and I wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isolation - is not good for me&lt;br /&gt;Isolation - I don't want to sit on a lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;I'm steppin' around in a desert of joy Baby anyhow I'll get another toy and every thing will happen-and you'll wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how I wonder why yesterday you told me&lt;br /&gt;'bout the blue blue sky and all tall that I can see is just a yellow lemon-tree&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning my head up and down&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning turning turning turning turning around&lt;br /&gt;And all that I can see is just another lemon-tree&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3178955373080736125?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3178955373080736125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3178955373080736125&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3178955373080736125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3178955373080736125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-wonder-why-lemon-tree-fools-garden.html' title='I wonder why (lemon tree) -Fools Garden'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3246229618832543194</id><published>2008-01-13T16:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-01-13T17:55:39.601+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In line with my fav songs- KATE NASH's</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/w9XA5Xb-ALk" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allownetworking="internal" wmode="transparent" height="390" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Music Videos" style="font-size: 10px;" href="http://www.kovideo.net/"&gt;Music Videos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Foundations Video by Kate Nash" style="font-size: 10px;" href="http://www.kovideo.net/music/video/Kate-Nash---Foundations/1141.html"&gt;Foundations&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Kate Nash&lt;br /&gt;You can certainly taste some sugar and spice – not to mention a bracing shot of whiskey-tinged wit – in the music of Kate Nash. But when it comes time to answer the question of what the 20-year-old singer-songwriter is made of, one need only look at the title of her debut album – Made of Bricks.&lt;br /&gt;excerpts from &lt;a href="http://www.geffen.com/katenash"&gt;http://www.geffen.com/katenash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also read &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kate_Nash"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kate_Nash&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3246229618832543194?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3246229618832543194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3246229618832543194&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3246229618832543194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3246229618832543194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2008/01/in-line-with-my-fav-songs-kate-nashs.html' title='In line with my fav songs- KATE NASH&apos;s'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-4643373150416023651</id><published>2007-12-21T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-21T22:57:14.497+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love love Absolutely Love Colbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R2v18bhDqBI/AAAAAAAAAJY/ADJAVgdBzeE/s1600-h/photo1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/3iUZAUML4F53Jj8Se" width="480" height="390" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allownetworking="internal" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a title="Music Videos" style="FONT-SIZE: 10px" href="http://www.kovideo.net/"&gt;Music Videos&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a title="Bubbly Video by Colbie Caillat" style="FONT-SIZE: 10px" href="http://www.kovideo.net/music/video/Colbie-Caillat---Bubbly/2418.html"&gt;Bubbly&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=2PWfB4lurT4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Get to know CoCo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mix1073fm.com/goout.asp?u=http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/"&gt;http://www.colbiecaillatmusic.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-4643373150416023651?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4643373150416023651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=4643373150416023651&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4643373150416023651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4643373150416023651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/12/love-love-absolutely-love-colbie.html' title='Love love Absolutely Love Colbie'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-4368409986211599326</id><published>2007-12-11T01:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-11T01:51:44.505+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Void</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R12aTl0ThxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/m5Ta5ozqjgU/s1600-h/Black+Rock+Desert+Void.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R12aTl0ThxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/m5Ta5ozqjgU/s320/Black+Rock+Desert+Void.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5142436010886661906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you don't know&lt;br /&gt;what you want&lt;br /&gt;what will you do&lt;br /&gt;rather not do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what is this void&lt;br /&gt;in my soul ?&lt;br /&gt;its place in my&lt;br /&gt;enchanted skies?&lt;br /&gt;has it made the&lt;br /&gt;distance infinite?&lt;br /&gt;does it pride&lt;br /&gt;in this journey endless?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will I conquer&lt;br /&gt;this numbness I feel ?&lt;br /&gt;or will I let it&lt;br /&gt;dictate my destiny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know&lt;br /&gt;this way back,&lt;br /&gt;the map to home ,&lt;br /&gt;long lost...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet I heard&lt;br /&gt;that voice,&lt;br /&gt;across my fears&lt;br /&gt;"you will make it",&lt;br /&gt;and I know,&lt;br /&gt;That's I.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-4368409986211599326?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4368409986211599326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=4368409986211599326&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4368409986211599326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4368409986211599326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/12/void.html' title='Void'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R12aTl0ThxI/AAAAAAAAAJA/m5Ta5ozqjgU/s72-c/Black+Rock+Desert+Void.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3630268131562891627</id><published>2007-12-07T15:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-07T16:01:44.554+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I, Me, Myself  :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R1kaB10ThwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vcL8fQbcJgY/s1600-h/dancing%2Bin%2Brain%2B1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R1kaB10ThwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vcL8fQbcJgY/s320/dancing%2Bin%2Brain%2B1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141169068548785922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who  am I ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A mystical magic&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Aquarian woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;value most&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;is freedom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from&lt;br /&gt;the land of  yoga&lt;br /&gt;and kamasutra&lt;br /&gt;elephants and snakes&lt;br /&gt;and lot more than&lt;br /&gt;just a view from discovery channel!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I  am from India&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me the greatest joy&lt;br /&gt;is in &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;rhythm, &amp;amp;rhyme &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;music &amp;amp; rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarcasm isn't just my kind of thing&lt;br /&gt;except though when it is from &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Oliver Twist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe quite strongly&lt;br /&gt;that two most horrible things&lt;br /&gt;no one escapes, are&lt;br /&gt;birth &amp;amp; death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;philosophy is my favorite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quite boggling ain't it&lt;br /&gt;for being a &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;trained engineer&lt;/span&gt;??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so there you are&lt;br /&gt;seven little,&lt;br /&gt;little known things&lt;br /&gt;of me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Above is  in response to the prompt from my friend Christine, from I promise blogroll (visit her at http://mariacristina.wordpress.com/). The Tag was to write  seven little known things about yourself . It was real fun writing about myself, Thank you Christine!!&lt;br /&gt;You should all try doing this !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3630268131562891627?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3630268131562891627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3630268131562891627&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3630268131562891627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3630268131562891627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/12/i-me-myself.html' title='I, Me, Myself  :)'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R1kaB10ThwI/AAAAAAAAAI4/vcL8fQbcJgY/s72-c/dancing%2Bin%2Brain%2B1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-5107855810247049166</id><published>2007-12-03T21:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:50:19.468+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My crystal ball !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R1QsZ10ThsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/OtvOvwCgVxU/s1600-R/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R1QsZ10ThsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4nxaiB7PWVE/s320/dreams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5139781897191392962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes met to the beginnings &lt;br /&gt;of a new world, &lt;br /&gt;the unknown heaven.&lt;br /&gt;bidding farewell,&lt;br /&gt;to the one I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I lay in peace,&lt;br /&gt;comfortably numb&lt;br /&gt;to the pain, from truth &lt;br /&gt;and the many lies,&lt;br /&gt;while I am in my&lt;br /&gt;beautiful dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away from a cynical past&lt;br /&gt;far from the gaze &lt;br /&gt;that questioned me,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; a conflicting mind &lt;br /&gt;which I bore on thyself,&lt;br /&gt;I flew away, &lt;br /&gt;to a noone's land&lt;br /&gt;while I am in my&lt;br /&gt;beautiful dream…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It ran out like &lt;br /&gt;thin water, in streams&lt;br /&gt;and I tried to capture,&lt;br /&gt;with clasped palms &amp; fists&lt;br /&gt;this miniscule mind shift,&lt;br /&gt;all that I got to drift&lt;br /&gt;while I am in my&lt;br /&gt;beautiful dream…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-5107855810247049166?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5107855810247049166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=5107855810247049166&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5107855810247049166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5107855810247049166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-crystal-ball.html' title='My crystal ball !'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R1QsZ10ThsI/AAAAAAAAAIc/4nxaiB7PWVE/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-6221794127083387856</id><published>2007-12-01T15:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-01T15:32:03.821+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Untold echos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R1Ewn10ThrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/jn_KWwnX-24/s1600-R/Secrets--Glebe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R1Ewn10ThrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iCdg-8_Qs4U/s320/Secrets--Glebe.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138942110825940658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing’s, barely&lt;br /&gt;good enough&lt;br /&gt;Be kept a secret!&lt;br /&gt;either as thrilling&lt;br /&gt;Be shared!&lt;br /&gt;Yet people hushed along...&lt;br /&gt;Hushes echoing,&lt;br /&gt;secrets told&lt;br /&gt;And kept….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-6221794127083387856?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6221794127083387856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=6221794127083387856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/6221794127083387856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/6221794127083387856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/12/untold-echos.html' title='Untold echos'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R1Ewn10ThrI/AAAAAAAAAIU/iCdg-8_Qs4U/s72-c/Secrets--Glebe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-5980758123766805215</id><published>2007-11-20T03:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-20T10:52:54.405+05:30</updated><title type='text'>As you like it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R0IGeRQCNNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZF6GWo4hiqU/s1600-h/Ayb8p8zQzbvG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R0IGeRQCNNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZF6GWo4hiqU/s320/Ayb8p8zQzbvG.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5134673642252285138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spellbound by&lt;br /&gt;your ruthless cruelty,&lt;br /&gt;I tried, to end this all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But destiny had other plans&lt;br /&gt;As it always does!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words fell with morbid silence&lt;br /&gt;As I, in agonising pain&lt;br /&gt;Shrieks of angst, unheard &lt;br /&gt;pain lingered,forever &lt;br /&gt;What is the value of life,&lt;br /&gt;when gone tomorrow...&lt;br /&gt;I tried to end this all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But destiny had other plans&lt;br /&gt;&amp; It always did..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I deserved it all, like u thought&lt;br /&gt;It made sure, I had it fair&lt;br /&gt;My share of this &lt;br /&gt;unending breath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soul butchered&lt;br /&gt;I remain…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-5980758123766805215?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5980758123766805215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=5980758123766805215&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5980758123766805215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5980758123766805215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/11/as-you-like-it.html' title='As you like it'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/R0IGeRQCNNI/AAAAAAAAAHs/ZF6GWo4hiqU/s72-c/Ayb8p8zQzbvG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-4784898426736467517</id><published>2007-11-10T00:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-10T06:25:22.530+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mind Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RzSyrtyIclI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Zoe_p4WTy0w/s1600-h/alzheimers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RzSyrtyIclI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Zoe_p4WTy0w/s320/alzheimers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130922339575820882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brain is a funny place&lt;br /&gt;I make castles of sand,&lt;br /&gt;and It makes the high tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Alzheimer's)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-4784898426736467517?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4784898426736467517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=4784898426736467517&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4784898426736467517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4784898426736467517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/11/mind-games.html' title='Mind Game'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RzSyrtyIclI/AAAAAAAAAHk/Zoe_p4WTy0w/s72-c/alzheimers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-4669337922014056405</id><published>2007-10-29T02:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-18T17:57:10.473+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My own Happy Ending</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RyT3_M6oE0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/oR8DlEHczUU/s1600-h/331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RyT3_M6oE0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/oR8DlEHczUU/s320/331.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5126494941025407810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite not the life I dreamed&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales I guess aren’t reality&lt;br /&gt;There is no chariot, there is no mermaid&lt;br /&gt; Never had a glass shoe,&lt;br /&gt; Is there a prince charming?&lt;br /&gt;Am I to believe still,&lt;br /&gt;There are happy endings !! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m just a simple girl &lt;br /&gt;with lots of dreams….&lt;br /&gt;now you told me&lt;br /&gt;its okay to dream, &lt;br /&gt;but, its time to wake up,&lt;br /&gt;to reality..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet when I stare &lt;br /&gt;at the starlit sky,&lt;br /&gt;I wish there was my prince,&lt;br /&gt;who could make it all right,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; me a fairy of a tale...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-4669337922014056405?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4669337922014056405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=4669337922014056405&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4669337922014056405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4669337922014056405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-own-happy-ending.html' title='My own Happy Ending'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RyT3_M6oE0I/AAAAAAAAAHc/oR8DlEHczUU/s72-c/331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-1443113087682404701</id><published>2007-10-19T08:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:30:41.812+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alive again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Rxgc9B9kT3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bnzjy70WUF0/s1600-h/clipimage001uq1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122876410958204786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Rxgc9B9kT3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bnzjy70WUF0/s320/clipimage001uq1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feeling alive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;is an ordeal&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;often forgotten&lt;br /&gt;tired &amp;amp; bruised&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet I try &amp;amp; lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to escape those&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;wretched memories&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is like a dreadful dream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; life stalled there! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;at a nerve wrecking pause!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am endlessly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;praying for a new day,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it never comes, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It did not today,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet I await&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I wait....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for what, I no longer know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for whom, I forgot &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am still at that pause..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Only, I have learnt to live now!!&lt;br /&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/10201403-1443113087682404701?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1443113087682404701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=1443113087682404701&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1443113087682404701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1443113087682404701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/10/alive-again.html' title='Alive again'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Rxgc9B9kT3I/AAAAAAAAAG4/bnzjy70WUF0/s72-c/clipimage001uq1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3884741693101383764</id><published>2007-10-11T04:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-10-11T04:16:49.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>break free</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Rw1Trx9kT2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_sYvn8NgZaA/s1600-h/FreeSpirit_600.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5119840363001171810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="318" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Rw1Trx9kT2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_sYvn8NgZaA/s320/FreeSpirit_600.jpg" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Rw1TcR9kT1I/AAAAAAAAAGo/F-tYYrqu3Bk/s1600-h/r%2526d102.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;let me be free&lt;br /&gt;tie not my spirit&lt;br /&gt;with how I should be&lt;br /&gt;just let me be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me sing&lt;br /&gt;with the tinkling chimes&lt;br /&gt;let me dance&lt;br /&gt;with the gusty winds&lt;br /&gt;let me cry&lt;br /&gt;heartbroken in rain&lt;br /&gt;and indulge in rhyme&lt;br /&gt;pardon me, but&lt;br /&gt;that’s how I feel alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me fight crime&lt;br /&gt;let me forget time&lt;br /&gt;let me be me&lt;br /&gt;judge me if you like&lt;br /&gt;but, set me free…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3884741693101383764?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3884741693101383764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3884741693101383764&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3884741693101383764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3884741693101383764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/10/break-free.html' title='break free'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Rw1Trx9kT2I/AAAAAAAAAGw/_sYvn8NgZaA/s72-c/FreeSpirit_600.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-2131542903338966363</id><published>2007-09-22T01:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:33:41.055+05:30</updated><title type='text'>broken dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RvQ_ph9kT0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/9Z5uq_y2XeY/s1600-h/rain.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RvQ_ph9kT0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/9Z5uq_y2XeY/s320/rain.bmp" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5112781459696144194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;                                                                                  I ran behind those broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    trying to grasp, yet void fists,&lt;br /&gt;whisked by wind,&lt;br /&gt;too far to reach,&lt;br /&gt;in to the middle&lt;br /&gt;of a wretched storm,&lt;br /&gt;empty of soul,&lt;br /&gt;quenches its devilish thirst&lt;br /&gt;of each word of my dream&lt;br /&gt;washed them of soul and ink..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stood there watching&lt;br /&gt;wet and tired&lt;br /&gt;cold and strangled&lt;br /&gt;as if i were the dream&lt;br /&gt;when done with the bloody meal&lt;br /&gt;it abandoned it like rotten meat&lt;br /&gt;afloat in a puddle by my feet&lt;br /&gt;I scavenged the drain with my long fingers&lt;br /&gt;eyes flooded with memories&lt;br /&gt;of when they dug in to your arms&lt;br /&gt;and you had me like a beast&lt;br /&gt;now all that remains&lt;br /&gt;of the insane self as if at blaze,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;are those withered thoughts&lt;br /&gt;of broken dreams.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-2131542903338966363?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2131542903338966363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=2131542903338966363&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/2131542903338966363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/2131542903338966363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/09/broken-dreams.html' title='broken dreams'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RvQ_ph9kT0I/AAAAAAAAAGg/9Z5uq_y2XeY/s72-c/rain.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-1488738954921244911</id><published>2007-09-11T22:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-11T23:04:33.366+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='picture courtesy:http://www.josephinewall.co.uk/oak_fairy.html'/><title type='text'>Magic Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RubPOs9wOUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PralN5CtXl8/s1600-h/oak_fairy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RubPOs9wOUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PralN5CtXl8/s320/oak_fairy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108998678793697602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Fairy of mystic skies&lt;br /&gt;lend me your wings so I can fly,&lt;br /&gt;to a beautiful land of pure joy.&lt;br /&gt;Away from the painful memories &lt;br /&gt;and tears in my eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;Far from fists of guile,&lt;br /&gt;from the dark dungeons&lt;br /&gt;of my own mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Fairy from my dreams at night,&lt;br /&gt;do lend me your wings,so I can fly,&lt;br /&gt;free from these frayed souls &lt;br /&gt;those hath not a conscience of right or a lie..&lt;br /&gt;far from this vicious circle of life,&lt;br /&gt;from my abyss of needs and desires&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-1488738954921244911?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1488738954921244911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=1488738954921244911&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1488738954921244911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1488738954921244911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/09/magic-wings.html' title='Magic Wings'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RubPOs9wOUI/AAAAAAAAAFY/PralN5CtXl8/s72-c/oak_fairy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-4416745885863665774</id><published>2007-09-10T07:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-10T07:42:03.380+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pic courtesy:http://www.darlingstudio.com/projects/illustration/littlethings.html'/><title type='text'>Little Nothings!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RuSn5s9wOTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z9STkIUyybo/s1600-h/littlethings.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RuSn5s9wOTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z9STkIUyybo/s320/littlethings.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5108392487109540146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever swayed to the buzz Of wind?&lt;br /&gt;Smiled at a cute puppy playing by A sea deck?&lt;br /&gt;Stared at the sun rising, sipping tea??&lt;br /&gt;Danced in rain to welcome it?&lt;br /&gt;Saved the best leaf from fall?&lt;br /&gt;Cried in a movie?&lt;br /&gt;Scared by the thought of ghost in the night?&lt;br /&gt;Broke a limb?&lt;br /&gt;Did something completely selfless?&lt;br /&gt;Gave an oscar speech at your mirror?&lt;br /&gt;Laughed hard with your best buddy?&lt;br /&gt;Yikes!!! I did …&lt;br /&gt;See there is more to me&lt;br /&gt;Than just “you”&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking $#*&amp;^*%#&lt;br /&gt;Silly me!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-4416745885863665774?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4416745885863665774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=4416745885863665774&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4416745885863665774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/4416745885863665774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/09/little-nothings.html' title='Little Nothings!!'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RuSn5s9wOTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/z9STkIUyybo/s72-c/littlethings.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-207304400949033337</id><published>2007-09-07T11:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-07T19:56:54.945+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Adieu</title><content type='html'>It would have been an easy end&lt;br /&gt;If I weren’t strangely aware,&lt;br /&gt;that you are still here,&lt;br /&gt;next to me , holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;looking in my eye and telling me&lt;br /&gt;its all going to be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would have known better,&lt;br /&gt;If it weren’t for your&lt;br /&gt;expertise artifice,&lt;br /&gt;and my ignorant naivety&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would have been a good bye&lt;br /&gt;If it weren’t for those&lt;br /&gt;little &amp;amp; large quibbles&lt;br /&gt;those very reasons you&lt;br /&gt;hoarded against me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nothing is the same&lt;br /&gt;or it will be, I suspect&lt;br /&gt;the last time we met&lt;br /&gt;shall be the last of its kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yet,&lt;br /&gt;It would have been an affable farewell&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn’t that I still love you&lt;br /&gt;And you dont!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-207304400949033337?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/207304400949033337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=207304400949033337&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/207304400949033337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/207304400949033337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/09/adieu.html' title='Adieu'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-9162506425608823459</id><published>2007-08-27T20:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:38:56.744+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Angry...</title><content type='html'>My heart aches -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those,who filled their lives with apathy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those,who sell themselves day in and out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as if a man's character were a commodity,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those, who nolonger can even see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;themselves with a straight eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those finding fault with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the whole world around &amp;amp; their  unseen destinies,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for those who can not stand for a  fair cause,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not even if  for themselves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-9162506425608823459?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/9162506425608823459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=9162506425608823459&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/9162506425608823459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/9162506425608823459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/08/angry.html' title='Angry...'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-7303769768842420621</id><published>2007-08-27T20:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-27T20:18:39.067+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal</title><content type='html'>What do I want from life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little wealth to ensure the above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; time....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I render to life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me, myself!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------Fair Deal -----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I have given you myself, can I please get what I asked for............,&lt;br /&gt;a little faster?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-7303769768842420621?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7303769768842420621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=7303769768842420621&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7303769768842420621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7303769768842420621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/08/deal.html' title='Deal'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-5847993366338078464</id><published>2007-07-26T03:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-08-26T03:24:55.807+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Far from home</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RqfTO3bWwsI/AAAAAAAAADg/aGTnbNnQZck/s1600-h/477206_the_line_of_the_sea_shore_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5091270156115952322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RqfTO3bWwsI/AAAAAAAAADg/aGTnbNnQZck/s320/477206_the_line_of_the_sea_shore_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Distance is becoming&lt;br /&gt;a stranger phenomenon, by day.&lt;br /&gt;Missing you is now more a habbit,&lt;br /&gt;shuffled in many of the everyday's mundane. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still every now and then&lt;br /&gt;tears do roll down my cheek,&lt;br /&gt;thats when I know&lt;br /&gt;an abominable, distance's presence ,&lt;br /&gt;walls me and my happy place... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miss u&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-5847993366338078464?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5847993366338078464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=5847993366338078464&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5847993366338078464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5847993366338078464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/07/far-from-home.html' title='Far from home'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RqfTO3bWwsI/AAAAAAAAADg/aGTnbNnQZck/s72-c/477206_the_line_of_the_sea_shore_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-1411533086674006428</id><published>2007-07-13T05:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-13T06:00:03.341+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RpbHIR6HTRI/AAAAAAAAACs/XLrAiQjFtA4/s1600-h/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RpbHIR6HTRI/AAAAAAAAACs/XLrAiQjFtA4/s320/dreams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086471774221585682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quite often I wonder,&lt;br /&gt; If dreams ever come true ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A curve of reality &lt;br /&gt;engraved deep&lt;br /&gt;in crevices’ of my mind&lt;br /&gt;why then do they prophes&lt;br /&gt;to dream is but,&lt;br /&gt;a waste  of the quintessential,&lt;br /&gt;- time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not deny that, I agree&lt;br /&gt;in some ways true they are, &lt;br /&gt;I believe&lt;br /&gt;but then as I always plead,&lt;br /&gt;to dream my friend is not the crime&lt;br /&gt;as much as to believe &lt;br /&gt;they will be true.&lt;br /&gt;For dream is but, a dream,&lt;br /&gt;will remain behind what is- the reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How then do I make peace&lt;br /&gt;With that which is true to me &lt;br /&gt;But to no one else..&lt;br /&gt;And then again,&lt;br /&gt;Quite often i wonder,&lt;br /&gt;If a dream ought to be true,&lt;br /&gt;would it be a dream, now ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-1411533086674006428?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1411533086674006428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=1411533086674006428&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1411533086674006428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1411533086674006428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/07/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RpbHIR6HTRI/AAAAAAAAACs/XLrAiQjFtA4/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-755535548676501992</id><published>2007-05-12T06:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-12T06:45:07.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Mirror, Mirror on the wall - Is that me at all?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RkUU26SrS5I/AAAAAAAAACE/-1abDYga-HQ/s1600-h/picasso_girl_mirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RkUU26SrS5I/AAAAAAAAACE/-1abDYga-HQ/s320/picasso_girl_mirror.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5063476289641073554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Standing across me&lt;br /&gt;I question those hazel eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Quaintly looking like mine, At me&lt;br /&gt;  Their emptiness carried me&lt;br /&gt; Through the endless mirages&lt;br /&gt;      Is that me?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-755535548676501992?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/755535548676501992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=755535548676501992&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/755535548676501992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/755535548676501992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/05/mirror-mirror-on-wall-is-that-me-at-all_11.html' title='Mirror, Mirror on the wall - Is that me at all?'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RkUU26SrS5I/AAAAAAAAACE/-1abDYga-HQ/s72-c/picasso_girl_mirror.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-3260850744554346819</id><published>2007-04-18T08:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-18T08:56:50.269+05:30</updated><title type='text'>But for hope,what could be?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RiWFin4ubnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WX0rZ2Ewm9M/s1600-h/hope.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RiWFin4ubnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WX0rZ2Ewm9M/s320/hope.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054592986662202994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my friend, this &lt;br /&gt;reaches out to you in some kind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life was never a promise, &lt;br /&gt;it is for you, to set it free..&lt;br /&gt;More often than you think&lt;br /&gt;things aren’t as bad as they seem&lt;br /&gt;as they might feel when you are in!!&lt;br /&gt;But a wink or less, later on,&lt;br /&gt;when everything's lost &lt;br /&gt;&amp; everyone gone,&lt;br /&gt;that's when you will know&lt;br /&gt;those moments of pain,&lt;br /&gt;werent worth holding on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not intelligence&lt;br /&gt;that survives men,&lt;br /&gt;it is the perseverance &lt;br /&gt;and diligence to go on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my friend,&lt;br /&gt;this reaches out &lt;br /&gt;to you in some kind&lt;br /&gt;before it is too late..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-3260850744554346819?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3260850744554346819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=3260850744554346819&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3260850744554346819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/3260850744554346819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/04/but-for-hopewhat-could-be.html' title='But for hope,what could be?'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RiWFin4ubnI/AAAAAAAAAB0/WX0rZ2Ewm9M/s72-c/hope.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-5836264292534554517</id><published>2007-04-14T12:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-14T13:12:19.066+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life in the city</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RiCEtx1baZI/AAAAAAAAABs/hgtWAfj5jSs/s1600-h/city.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RiCEtx1baZI/AAAAAAAAABs/hgtWAfj5jSs/s320/city.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053184703916108178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a city&lt;br /&gt;A busy one it is&lt;br /&gt;No one stops for me&lt;br /&gt;I don’t for any….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love in a city&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful one it is..&lt;br /&gt;But time is scarce &lt;br /&gt;to stop and look at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a city&lt;br /&gt;A city of dreams it is&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is true here&lt;br /&gt;not even dreams..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live in a city &lt;br /&gt;A very huge one it is&lt;br /&gt;Yet there is no place &lt;br /&gt;I can call mine, &lt;br /&gt;An Irony it is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-5836264292534554517?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5836264292534554517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=5836264292534554517&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5836264292534554517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5836264292534554517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/04/life-in-city.html' title='Life in the city'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RiCEtx1baZI/AAAAAAAAABs/hgtWAfj5jSs/s72-c/city.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-1825294914283649206</id><published>2007-04-14T12:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-14T12:48:20.494+05:30</updated><title type='text'>state of art :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RiB_lR1baYI/AAAAAAAAABk/U_DO05LLKPg/s1600-h/wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RiB_lR1baYI/AAAAAAAAABk/U_DO05LLKPg/s320/wi.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5053179060329081218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I loved you&lt;br /&gt;for reasons I know not&lt;br /&gt;still when I see you&lt;br /&gt;It is more than real&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats what happens,&lt;br /&gt;when success shakes hand &lt;br /&gt;with heart- logic seems to refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;Yet I am happy today&lt;br /&gt;cause I can finally&lt;br /&gt;do with out you…....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-1825294914283649206?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/1825294914283649206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=1825294914283649206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1825294914283649206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/1825294914283649206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/04/state-of-art.html' title='state of art :)'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RiB_lR1baYI/AAAAAAAAABk/U_DO05LLKPg/s72-c/wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-7231295208789915960</id><published>2007-02-04T02:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T06:27:51.107+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A plan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RcT8y4Q_l2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/YU3qoXF8Pzs/s1600-h/plan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RcT8y4Q_l2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/YU3qoXF8Pzs/s320/plan.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027421035079636834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO here’s &lt;strong&gt;the plan&lt;/strong&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead &lt;br /&gt;Have that war&lt;br /&gt;With those weapons &lt;br /&gt;You guarded &lt;br /&gt;With your lives&lt;br /&gt;Bleed until &lt;br /&gt;You had enough of red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say&lt;br /&gt;Give in to desires&lt;br /&gt;Be the “It”&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Go have it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;search the universe&lt;br /&gt;&amp; beyond&lt;br /&gt;for a conquest&lt;br /&gt;till the ego’s sate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let everything wait&lt;br /&gt;Until that very moment!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets then&lt;br /&gt;Live with &lt;br /&gt;Compassion in hearts&lt;br /&gt;&amp; peace in lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I will ask&lt;br /&gt;for &lt;strong&gt;whom&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&amp; With&lt;strong&gt; who&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-7231295208789915960?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7231295208789915960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=7231295208789915960&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7231295208789915960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7231295208789915960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/02/plan.html' title='A plan'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RcT8y4Q_l2I/AAAAAAAAABQ/YU3qoXF8Pzs/s72-c/plan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-6518205679737046361</id><published>2007-02-04T02:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-04T03:45:34.261+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RcT244Q_l0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lOaKsyF7LEQ/s1600-h/brothel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RcT244Q_l0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lOaKsyF7LEQ/s320/brothel.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027414541089085250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brown, rusty locks &lt;br /&gt;tossed from an&lt;br /&gt;end to the other,&lt;br /&gt;tracing her face&lt;br /&gt;then and again, helped&lt;br /&gt;brush off those tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her tiny palms &lt;br /&gt;she clinched a bag,&lt;br /&gt;-her mom’s!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun beamed &lt;br /&gt;above her head&lt;br /&gt;she knew,&lt;br /&gt;one more day to her&lt;br /&gt;bleak life&lt;br /&gt;one more sin&lt;br /&gt;to be alive……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wiping her tears &lt;br /&gt;clinching to her bag&lt;br /&gt;she climbed in to car&lt;br /&gt;waiting across &lt;br /&gt;the pavement-she calls home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s barely eleven&lt;br /&gt;her spirit unshaken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiration:Child beggary and prostitution In India&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-6518205679737046361?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/6518205679737046361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=6518205679737046361&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/6518205679737046361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/6518205679737046361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/02/why-me.html' title='Why me?'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/RcT244Q_l0I/AAAAAAAAAA8/lOaKsyF7LEQ/s72-c/brothel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-5613791474015751656</id><published>2007-02-03T05:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-03T22:53:15.580+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I weird or what??</title><content type='html'>I noticed, Its quite often That I end a conversation with “ I am weird”&lt;br /&gt;Some times telling “ u better not go there, its my thing” other times meaning “ hell with you, I will do it, no matter what u think” and Most of the times thinking “ Am I really this weird??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I made an effort to collect this list of things (you can bitch about) which are extremely irksome to my family, friends and to myself, I‘d like to know if I really am weird. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;I almost never like my hair.&lt;/strong&gt;It’s too short or too long, too bushy or too lanky, too straight or too wavy, too oily or too dry &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;I need to eat curd(yogurt )every day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare not try what would happen if I dint, my mom told me I’ll die when I was kid, and I still believe it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;I either sketch or sing through every class, from my 6th grade to Masters it never changed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me what?? Almost anything I can find appealing, last sem it was my Korean prof, I almost sketched a whole series of cartoons of her and her sweet Korean accent!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;I am extremely hungry and irritable the first hour after I wake up&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;You better not talk to me then, or you can get yelled at , with all probability.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;The first thing I do after any major fight, with anybody, is to cut my hair- real SHORT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened so many times, now I restrict myself by cutting nails–REAL SHORT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;I consider myself to be an excellent driver, and If am taking a ride with anybody else, I am a constant nag&lt;/strong&gt;, would u believe it if I’d tell I do it even with cab drivers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;I cry  straight 3 hours (and I timed it) for all 4 days of my periods every month!!! I mean I cry even if there is nothing to cry about!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;I have a preconceived notion about everybody when I first meet them, its usually extremely negative&lt;/strong&gt;, but more often than I think I end up thinking they are nice after I get to know them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Oh yeah ,the one which tops my list, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I never answer calls&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;I am working on that, but dont ask me why, I dont like answering calls, I am weird!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-5613791474015751656?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/5613791474015751656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=5613791474015751656&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5613791474015751656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/5613791474015751656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/02/am-i-weird-or-what.html' title='Am I weird or what??'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-192609360233505208</id><published>2007-01-30T05:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-30T08:12:47.396+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Do you think of me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Rb6Tz4Q_lxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sh_wdPmYU1s/s1600-h/love.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Rb6Tz4Q_lxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sh_wdPmYU1s/s320/love.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025616753678325522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me love,&lt;br /&gt;Do u think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Or did u loose me &lt;br /&gt;down in your memories?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it easy &lt;br /&gt;for you to say&lt;br /&gt;you’ve never loved me &lt;br /&gt;till this day?&lt;br /&gt;or do you hide me&lt;br /&gt;in your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;like a dream away&lt;br /&gt;do you think of me&lt;br /&gt;or is it that ,&lt;br /&gt;I am too sad…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know&lt;br /&gt;Do you understand?&lt;br /&gt;I am scared now,&lt;br /&gt;you ain't coming back&lt;br /&gt;&amp; leave me here&lt;br /&gt;I hate these tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Its now Do or Die...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still,&lt;br /&gt;When I close my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Its only you,…&lt;br /&gt;I lived my days&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of just you&lt;br /&gt;I am still in dismay&lt;br /&gt;won’t you come &lt;br /&gt;again, any day?&lt;br /&gt;to fill my days,&lt;br /&gt;with love again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me please&lt;br /&gt;Do you think of me?&lt;br /&gt;Or did u loose me&lt;br /&gt;down in your memories…………………..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-192609360233505208?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/192609360233505208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=192609360233505208&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/192609360233505208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/192609360233505208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/01/do-yout-think-of-me.html' title='Do you think of me...'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Rb6Tz4Q_lxI/AAAAAAAAAAY/sh_wdPmYU1s/s72-c/love.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-2906162375560412796</id><published>2007-01-17T07:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-01-17T07:37:22.809+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One 'on'  One</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Ra2EgoQ_lwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pqsjwin_ZL8/s1600-h/ila.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Ra2EgoQ_lwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pqsjwin_ZL8/s320/ila.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5020814855687345922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my space...&lt;br /&gt;so Let me talk&lt;br /&gt;to myself &lt;br /&gt;with no refrain&lt;br /&gt;A good brainwash&lt;br /&gt;for the sore days &lt;br /&gt;Of past!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought there is god above&lt;br /&gt;to sheild me from this unjust world&lt;br /&gt;-but isnt he with-in you as well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;life has been plain unfair&lt;br /&gt;- who said&lt;br /&gt;its going to be fair anyways?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why me? Why not anybody else?&lt;br /&gt;- why the other? why not you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited so long &lt;br /&gt;only to learn people move on...&lt;br /&gt;-its your life catch it while it still there&lt;br /&gt;dont wait on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nothing that I could  do&lt;br /&gt;-You should know better,&lt;br /&gt;Dont you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmph!!!&lt;br /&gt;Yes I do!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-2906162375560412796?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/2906162375560412796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=2906162375560412796&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/2906162375560412796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/2906162375560412796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2007/01/one-on-one.html' title='One &apos;on&apos;  One'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_kS4UX5pcKU4/Ra2EgoQ_lwI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Pqsjwin_ZL8/s72-c/ila.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-7044742270713710676</id><published>2006-11-09T18:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T18:45:06.689+05:30</updated><title type='text'>And suddenly ,....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2363/1245/1600/01182005_alone.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/2363/1245/320/01182005_alone.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No space I get to be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every where I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A never ending sea…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And still I hear your voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; feel you are there…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People change &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so did I, too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant help the world &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am too bad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess, I don't belong there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it never mattered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes! it never mattered to me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That I wasn't there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even in your dreams….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A never ending sea…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nosp ace I get to be..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-7044742270713710676?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7044742270713710676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=7044742270713710676&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7044742270713710676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/7044742270713710676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/11/and-suddenly.html' title='And suddenly ,....'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-116179829247805262</id><published>2006-10-25T22:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:36.370+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At the gym today :(</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/cinderellamirror.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/cinderellamirror.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eye's , Oh my...&lt;br /&gt;looked like the oceon's blue...&lt;br /&gt;A nose so perfect&lt;br /&gt;Like i have never seen before&lt;br /&gt;cheeks still red&lt;br /&gt;from the hot shower, I guess&lt;br /&gt;skin was like....&lt;br /&gt;dont touch me.. I will get charred!!&lt;br /&gt;Lips as pink as a tulip flower&lt;br /&gt;brought to memory&lt;br /&gt;those blossoms of spring ahead..&lt;br /&gt;is it a sculpture,&lt;br /&gt;her body so perfect&lt;br /&gt;how can there not be even a flaw?&lt;br /&gt;she is human , no angel instead...&lt;br /&gt;Never have I imagined&lt;br /&gt;beauty could be&lt;br /&gt;this beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Until an occasion of&lt;br /&gt;visiting the ladies room&lt;br /&gt;of gym at my school...&lt;br /&gt;thank you god..&lt;br /&gt;Like I needed more reasons&lt;br /&gt;to hate myself..&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I be&lt;br /&gt;beautiful as such?&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/10201403-116179829247805262?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/116179829247805262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=116179829247805262&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/116179829247805262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/116179829247805262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/10/at-gym-today.html' title='At the gym today :('/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-116086674878864356</id><published>2006-10-15T04:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:36.244+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I want to sleep......</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/depression.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/depression.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I lay awake every night&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of those days&lt;br /&gt;Of sweet desires&lt;br /&gt;Of my innocent eyes..&lt;br /&gt;was it you then Or my youth’s lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful Life&lt;br /&gt;I dreamt of once&lt;br /&gt;Not so long that&lt;br /&gt;I signed me off&lt;br /&gt;At your heart’s note.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you came along&lt;br /&gt;My life seemed like&lt;br /&gt; a wild wind, gushing around&lt;br /&gt;with bundled emotions&lt;br /&gt;engulfed tears, insane thirst&lt;br /&gt; for an unknown prayer&lt;br /&gt;to save me from my own&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts and desires….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know&lt;br /&gt;No company suites me more&lt;br /&gt;But my solitude; not your lore&lt;br /&gt;Expect not from another&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;They will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I understand the truth now&lt;br /&gt;Not then, when you were around..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it heaven?&lt;br /&gt;Those precious moments with you&lt;br /&gt;Was it you?&lt;br /&gt;That quest that seemed an infinite queue&lt;br /&gt;Was it me?&lt;br /&gt;oh tell me how could it not be true...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It scared me&lt;br /&gt;Quite often then&lt;br /&gt;How could I love you&lt;br /&gt;So………..&lt;br /&gt;That I forget to live&lt;br /&gt;A moment for myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pickled in time&lt;br /&gt;Alive in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Our first kiss&lt;br /&gt;How can I forget that,&lt;br /&gt;My heart soared&lt;br /&gt;To a thousand notes&lt;br /&gt;Of countless of those&lt;br /&gt;Sea’s tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I regret now&lt;br /&gt;I should have died&lt;br /&gt;That very instant&lt;br /&gt;At that very beautiful chime…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know now,&lt;br /&gt;No company suites me more&lt;br /&gt;But my solitude; not your lore&lt;br /&gt;Expect not from another&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;They will let you down&lt;br /&gt;I understand the truth now&lt;br /&gt;Not then when you were around…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I am I still awake then&lt;br /&gt; Oh my love?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Am I waiting for you &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I am, will you come?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-116086674878864356?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/116086674878864356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=116086674878864356&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/116086674878864356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/116086674878864356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-want-to-sleep.html' title='I want to sleep......'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-115980596671422087</id><published>2006-10-02T21:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:36.131+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ma... want to see you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/Mother%20and%20Child%2C%20Morning%20Games%2C%20482.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/Mother%20and%20Child%2C%20Morning%20Games%2C%20482.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fall again,&lt;br /&gt;Reds, yellows,&lt;br /&gt;Violets on trees&lt;br /&gt;Its all beautiful again…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its fall again!&lt;br /&gt;Hell!&lt;br /&gt;flu is back again….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure if I let the&lt;br /&gt;Kettle on my lap be&lt;br /&gt;I can make tea&lt;br /&gt;With out sir franklin…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another morning&lt;br /&gt;I tuck me in my car…&lt;br /&gt;just becos I have&lt;br /&gt;A stupid flu.,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing halts even a min you see!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not the bills I had to attend to&lt;br /&gt;Not the emails&lt;br /&gt;Not my research…&lt;br /&gt;Nor my boss,&lt;br /&gt;who would frantically&lt;br /&gt;keep calling if I am not there&lt;br /&gt;as the clock ticks ten!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It when I was driving,&lt;br /&gt;I could hear my mum&lt;br /&gt;Talk, gently as she put&lt;br /&gt;Her hand on my forehead&lt;br /&gt;She would safely tuck me in my bed..&lt;br /&gt;And make a warm soup for me to drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She would sometimes read the paper aloud for me&lt;br /&gt;Or play my favorite movie…&lt;br /&gt;If I didn't take my medicine,&lt;br /&gt;She would bribe me&lt;br /&gt;With a choclolate or a sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaahhh!!! Traffic signal turns red again…&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if the falls colors&lt;br /&gt;are the culprits for trail of cars moving slow&lt;br /&gt;Oh its fall again…&lt;br /&gt;But no escape from running late again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality dawns…&lt;br /&gt;With the honking horns…&lt;br /&gt;Now I have to eat,&lt;br /&gt;cause I need energy to work..&lt;br /&gt;I miss you mum……!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know I would miss u Maa…&lt;br /&gt;Until I left u behind&lt;br /&gt;To live my life…..&lt;br /&gt;I don't know If I ever told you this&lt;br /&gt;I love you for what you are!!&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; more for what you made me to be......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-115980596671422087?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/115980596671422087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=115980596671422087&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115980596671422087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115980596671422087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/10/ma-want-to-see-you.html' title='Ma... want to see you!'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-115643795823618985</id><published>2006-08-24T22:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:36.022+05:30</updated><title type='text'>AbCdEf</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/ancientalpha2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/ancientalpha2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Confession to a crime&lt;br /&gt;Committed often, which I&lt;br /&gt;Skilled  at that&lt;br /&gt;Never got caught&lt;br /&gt;Or will I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be………..&lt;br /&gt;They need a cop&lt;br /&gt;Please tell them they do,&lt;br /&gt;Those who pity&lt;br /&gt;That, those who I rob….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naïve they are&lt;br /&gt;“Words” that I use&lt;br /&gt;Angelically fall&lt;br /&gt;Letter after letter&lt;br /&gt;To sate my hunger&lt;br /&gt;A sadistic urge&lt;br /&gt;Thirst for rhyme&lt;br /&gt;I twist them around&lt;br /&gt;And grin at their wry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Innocently……&lt;br /&gt;Crying &amp; laughing&lt;br /&gt;Like I ask them to&lt;br /&gt;Complying to this master&lt;br /&gt;pays not a penny ,I.&lt;br /&gt;obedient slaves, yet!&lt;br /&gt;have bore&lt;br /&gt;an abuse, for ages&lt;br /&gt;whoelse?&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;My dear words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-115643795823618985?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/115643795823618985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=115643795823618985&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115643795823618985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115643795823618985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/08/abcdef.html' title='AbCdEf'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-115473876668759031</id><published>2006-08-05T05:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:35.901+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Good Old Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/index.php.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/index.php.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How Hard is it to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;A 'somebody' asked me..&lt;br /&gt;Not a difficult one to ask&lt;br /&gt;nevertheless, the answer  indeed was!&lt;br /&gt;Hence, started this quest&lt;br /&gt;Mine that I wish now,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I never did...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a wry smile&lt;br /&gt;(I am pretty good with thatDid I ever mention that part?well anyways ...)&lt;br /&gt;I pity myself&lt;br /&gt;almost like that hyserical actress,&lt;br /&gt;In a drama on doordarshan&lt;br /&gt;Thats all I remeber I saw!!&lt;br /&gt; ( besides how to breed cows &amp; hens &amp;amp; educative programs)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while I am at thisI am thinking..&lt;br /&gt;humor is a sublte art&lt;br /&gt;I would have bored me&lt;br /&gt;Thank god , I atleast got that!&lt;br /&gt;(Okay back to where I left it )&lt;br /&gt;Isnt it weird how I waited&lt;br /&gt;so long to be a " grown up"&lt;br /&gt;and now all I want to&lt;br /&gt;is  to " grow down"&lt;br /&gt;(if there is anything as such...On a serious note,....  )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I guess I understand,&lt;br /&gt;what people meant when they went ..&lt;br /&gt;"O' Those were the days!!!&lt;br /&gt;"Yes,those were the days...&lt;br /&gt;Of pure joy,&lt;br /&gt;Of innocence,&lt;br /&gt;Of tiny fights,&lt;br /&gt;Of colorful icecreams that I ate&lt;br /&gt; with frnds on the school road..,&lt;br /&gt;Of tinkling school bells..&lt;br /&gt;Of punishments, which meant&lt;br /&gt;u got to run a good two miles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of " games classes"&lt;br /&gt;(what a luxury...can u believe we had "games" classes???)&lt;br /&gt; Of those nightsI used to cry ,&lt;br /&gt;seeing a ghost or so I think I did&lt;br /&gt;my dad would run to my rescue&lt;br /&gt;carry me on his shoulder&lt;br /&gt;till I lay sleep again..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of that day when i brazed my knee&lt;br /&gt;but the tincture at the school hospital&lt;br /&gt; hurt more than an infinity...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of those weddings whenI got to wear&lt;br /&gt; gorgeous frocks of silk&lt;br /&gt;silly me,did not even know what was silk,&lt;br /&gt; (not that I would care then)&lt;br /&gt;used to mindlessly jump around anyways..&lt;br /&gt; until I was tired, to move another limb&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I knew  My mom was a tantrum away&lt;br /&gt;ready to carry me home&lt;br /&gt;safe while I was in dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;today as I recall one after the other&lt;br /&gt;" those good old days"&lt;br /&gt;Yes, indeed&lt;br /&gt;those were the days..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Irony is&lt;br /&gt; No matter what I do,&lt;br /&gt;I know for sure,&lt;br /&gt;things are never going to be the same&lt;br /&gt;as they were before..&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately for me,&lt;br /&gt;I am no more four,&lt;br /&gt;but twenty four..!!&lt;br /&gt;( actually 23 I had to lie to make it rhyme :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How hard is it to be happy?&lt;br /&gt;As hard as it would be&lt;br /&gt;to change things to be&lt;br /&gt;back to when I was&lt;br /&gt;fouteen or  four...!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-115473876668759031?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/115473876668759031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=115473876668759031&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115473876668759031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115473876668759031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/08/good-old-days.html' title='Good Old Days'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-115392870708301415</id><published>2006-07-26T20:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:35.782+05:30</updated><title type='text'>quest beyond beyond!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/23_between_walls.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/23_between_walls.3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking through those paths&lt;br /&gt;Of mind's lonely walls&lt;br /&gt;I try to hear that voice&lt;br /&gt;silenced in the rush&lt;br /&gt;of life's own strange poise..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In tyranny of darkness, Im lost&lt;br /&gt;I am afraid this quest should end, at my cost..&lt;br /&gt;tired yet unscathed is my spirit&lt;br /&gt;to seek those answers undying..&lt;br /&gt;I am still trying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond life and Beyond death,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond belief and Beyond faith,&lt;br /&gt;Is there at all a 'beyond'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond which I can hear&lt;br /&gt;that voice silenced in the rush&lt;br /&gt;of life's strange poise....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-115392870708301415?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/115392870708301415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=115392870708301415&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115392870708301415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115392870708301415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/07/quest-beyond-beyond.html' title='quest beyond beyond!!'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-115150360681435391</id><published>2006-06-28T19:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:35.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sound of Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/silence-is-mountain-lions-thumb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/silence-is-mountain-lions-thumb.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Were there times &lt;br /&gt;You wished&lt;br /&gt;Silence spoke&lt;br /&gt;The language of your mind &lt;br /&gt;Of your chaotic life&lt;br /&gt;Of your pounding fears&lt;br /&gt;Of drying tears&lt;br /&gt;Were there times&lt;br /&gt;You wished&lt;br /&gt;You haven’t spoken a thing&lt;br /&gt;But said it all….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-115150360681435391?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/115150360681435391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=115150360681435391&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115150360681435391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115150360681435391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/06/sound-of-silence.html' title='Sound of Silence'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-115048654822854777</id><published>2006-06-17T01:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:35.397+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Miss you...(Part- I)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/%21depress.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/%21depress.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss him….&lt;br /&gt;(Splutter!!)… (Splutter !!)&lt;br /&gt;I remember &lt;br /&gt;It rained that day&lt;br /&gt;When my heart sank&lt;br /&gt;As I saw him walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Splutter!!.). (Splutter!!..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through those crowded streets&lt;br /&gt;And busy traffic&lt;br /&gt;People ran for cover&lt;br /&gt;From the heavy downpour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Splash…!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I tried in vain&lt;br /&gt;keeping track of him&lt;br /&gt; &amp; my heart sank&lt;br /&gt;As I saw him walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Splutter!!)  (Splutter!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;would words be enough?&lt;br /&gt;To cry out loud….&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts gushed &lt;br /&gt;Alas !!  In refrain…&lt;br /&gt;(Splutter!!..)  (Splutter!!..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to fight&lt;br /&gt;Life is unfair&lt;br /&gt;He walked away&lt;br /&gt;A promise&lt;br /&gt;Unsaid, unheard&lt;br /&gt;Broke away..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Splutter !! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood&lt;br /&gt;Unaware of the&lt;br /&gt;Drenching  rain&lt;br /&gt;While my heart sank&lt;br /&gt;he was no more there…&lt;br /&gt;(Splutter !! ) (Splutter !!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tommorow will be a new day&lt;br /&gt;A brighter one, unlike gloomy today&lt;br /&gt;He will see new places&lt;br /&gt;&amp; make new friends&lt;br /&gt;It will be new life for him&lt;br /&gt;While mine will sink in yesterday&lt;br /&gt;that Aching silence &amp;&lt;br /&gt;That splutter of rain&lt;br /&gt;I will hear forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those crowded streets&lt;br /&gt;&amp; busy traffic&lt;br /&gt;Every time it rained&lt;br /&gt;I looked for him &lt;br /&gt;he will never be there again&lt;br /&gt;I know it &amp; still&lt;br /&gt;I wish now I didn’t stand there &lt;br /&gt;Crying for him…&lt;br /&gt;I wish  I told him&lt;br /&gt;I miss him&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-115048654822854777?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/115048654822854777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=115048654822854777&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115048654822854777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/115048654822854777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/06/miss-youpart-i.html' title='Miss you...(Part- I)'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-114946029568109036</id><published>2006-06-05T03:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:35.298+05:30</updated><title type='text'>We meet &amp; We part!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/tracks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/tracks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We meet people&lt;br /&gt;all the time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few like us&lt;br /&gt;Others quite not us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With few you fall in love&lt;br /&gt;It happens sometimes&lt;br /&gt;In the first glance you go “wow”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will swear to hate few others&lt;br /&gt;Later on you never know&lt;br /&gt;If you might love them too&lt;br /&gt;Yes, time plays such a comedy of errors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are few&lt;br /&gt;Who deserved your pity!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some made you laugh&lt;br /&gt;so hard you cried&lt;br /&gt;Many made you cry so hard&lt;br /&gt;You forgot to smile..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while&lt;br /&gt;the saga repeats again&lt;br /&gt;You find yourself on move&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind the&lt;br /&gt;Ones you liked ,&lt;br /&gt;The ones you didn’t,&lt;br /&gt;The ones who&lt;br /&gt;Never mattered,&lt;br /&gt;Hence you never even knew&lt;br /&gt;they were there in…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As time goes by&lt;br /&gt;Few years spent awry&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out that&lt;br /&gt;When u meet people&lt;br /&gt;You are playing&lt;br /&gt;just a game of a dice&lt;br /&gt;&amp; how often it is that&lt;br /&gt;People meet&lt;br /&gt;and People part&lt;br /&gt;Alas, this is the truth&lt;br /&gt;that nothing lasts&lt;br /&gt;not they and&lt;br /&gt;not even you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-114946029568109036?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/114946029568109036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=114946029568109036&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114946029568109036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114946029568109036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/06/we-meet-we-part.html' title='We meet &amp; We part!'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-114920723172507933</id><published>2006-06-02T05:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:35.173+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/frustrated.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/frustrated.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget poems&lt;br /&gt;Forget rhyme &amp; rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Hell with words&lt;br /&gt;Cant get none&lt;br /&gt;My head cant think&lt;br /&gt;like its blocked...&lt;br /&gt;Life seems stuck at&lt;br /&gt;heavy rock note&lt;br /&gt;so here I take&lt;br /&gt;your words my freind&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Fuck &lt;br /&gt;&amp; Fuck&lt;br /&gt;there you go &lt;br /&gt;Thats reading out loud&lt;br /&gt;my mind's lines&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-114920723172507933?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/114920723172507933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=114920723172507933&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114920723172507933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114920723172507933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/06/forget-poems-forget-rhyme-rhythm-hell.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-114713078254368643</id><published>2006-05-09T04:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:35.056+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/P5010759.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/P5010759.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woman,&lt;br /&gt;a faint smile?&lt;br /&gt;Or hush of emotions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call her &lt;br /&gt;A witch,…..&lt;br /&gt;An angel….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondered how&lt;br /&gt;you love her,&lt;br /&gt;a rarity of such mix?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you swoon,&lt;br /&gt;To her smile so plain?&lt;br /&gt;How she can conquer you&lt;br /&gt;&amp; drive you insane?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With beauty, &lt;br /&gt;With charm, &lt;br /&gt;Did she walk&lt;br /&gt;Right through your &lt;br /&gt;Mind’s lone walls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You made them&lt;br /&gt;Stone by stone &lt;br /&gt;through all those &lt;br /&gt;days of Years &lt;br /&gt;until one day &lt;br /&gt;she decided &lt;br /&gt;to come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but still in awe you watched her win&lt;br /&gt;the battle was no more battle &lt;br /&gt;it was a clear win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was there a regret ever?&lt;br /&gt;Wont you do it all over??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blush of her cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Taught you pink.&lt;br /&gt;Her sorrow &lt;br /&gt;Grieved you more,&lt;br /&gt;what a pity&lt;br /&gt;You poor soul..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wont you give her &lt;br /&gt;Your all, in a wink!&lt;br /&gt;To lure her&lt;br /&gt;to forgive,&lt;br /&gt;For her smile&lt;br /&gt;Which haunts you with in..,&lt;br /&gt;Do you question her power?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You caught her &lt;br /&gt;On canvas&lt;br /&gt;You wrote &lt;br /&gt;This poem&lt;br /&gt;The world applauded you&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Still you sank within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you couldn’t &lt;br /&gt;but you tried&lt;br /&gt;to capture&lt;br /&gt;the one&lt;br /&gt;that put&lt;br /&gt;you ablaze..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That glimpse&lt;br /&gt;The beauty with in&lt;br /&gt;That smile&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts behind.&lt;br /&gt;&amp; more to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An unending quest&lt;br /&gt;At her best&lt;br /&gt;Woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-114713078254368643?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/114713078254368643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=114713078254368643&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114713078254368643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114713078254368643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/05/woman.html' title='Woman'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-114595867129957492</id><published>2006-04-25T15:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:34.959+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My sketch</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/mysketch.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/400/mysketch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-114595867129957492?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/114595867129957492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=114595867129957492&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114595867129957492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114595867129957492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-sketch.html' title='My sketch'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-114524022690162298</id><published>2006-04-17T07:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:34.847+05:30</updated><title type='text'>duh!!??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/baby2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/baby2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say I am bad&lt;br /&gt;the otherwise at times&lt;br /&gt;You say I need to do this&lt;br /&gt;&amp; I should refrain from certain things&lt;br /&gt;You talk as if you are perfect&lt;br /&gt;as if you rule my world&lt;br /&gt;You see me thru this huge microscope&lt;br /&gt;My zit feels like shit&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Am I beautiful or am I ugly? &lt;br /&gt;Am I kind or am I nasty?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are you to tell me&lt;br /&gt;My friend /my foe??&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care nothing&lt;br /&gt;If  you are one of them! So?&lt;br /&gt;Give me a break &lt;br /&gt;Rehash me not&lt;br /&gt;I don’t need you &lt;br /&gt;To keep this constant tab!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Live my life&lt;br /&gt;The way I want&lt;br /&gt;My rules I make&lt;br /&gt;And why not?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-114524022690162298?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/114524022690162298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=114524022690162298&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114524022690162298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114524022690162298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/04/duh.html' title='duh!!??'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-114305594957635902</id><published>2006-03-23T00:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:34.633+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bored vs. Broke</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/nothing-to-do.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/nothing-to-do.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My list of things&lt;br /&gt;“to-do” is racing&lt;br /&gt; off the loop&lt;br /&gt;yet I sit there..&lt;br /&gt;still and calm&lt;br /&gt;as though I had nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;On the list of things&lt;br /&gt;I had to do…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly enjoying &lt;br /&gt;My cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;I admire aah that scenic view&lt;br /&gt;that which the spring drew &lt;br /&gt;Oh so with many hues&lt;br /&gt;made the ordinary prune&lt;br /&gt;extraordinary so very soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telling myself&lt;br /&gt;One shouldn’t miss &lt;br /&gt;atleast those full&lt;br /&gt;bloomed row of trees&lt;br /&gt;more now like an old woman&lt;br /&gt;Cursing those chilly winds&lt;br /&gt;Mumbling those forgotten songs&lt;br /&gt;I sat there.. still and calm &lt;br /&gt;As though&lt;br /&gt;I had it all done &lt;br /&gt;in my list of things&lt;br /&gt;I hadnt done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only Yesterday I talked to my sis&lt;br /&gt;A full two hours &amp; something at ease&lt;br /&gt;And still felt I missed,&lt;br /&gt;my darling sis .. &lt;br /&gt;To let the moment pass&lt;br /&gt;and to rest my crying heart&lt;br /&gt;I sat still in my office hours&lt;br /&gt;Still and calm&lt;br /&gt;Nothing perturbed me as though&lt;br /&gt;There was no deadline falling&lt;br /&gt;&amp; My advisor didn’t exist ever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As though I had never made a list&lt;br /&gt;The list of things&lt;br /&gt;Which I hadn’t done!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, this morning I Open&lt;br /&gt;That dreaded list&lt;br /&gt;Oh did u want a peek?&lt;br /&gt;Bills bills and bills&lt;br /&gt;Pepco, comcast, credit&amp; debit,&lt;br /&gt;now I know why I never touched&lt;br /&gt;once I made the list &lt;br /&gt;that list Of things I hadn’t done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s because&lt;br /&gt;my starving purse has&lt;br /&gt;no more to give &lt;br /&gt;poor grad student&lt;br /&gt;That I Am! :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-114305594957635902?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/114305594957635902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=114305594957635902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114305594957635902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114305594957635902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/03/bored-vs-broke.html' title='Bored vs. Broke'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-114185154169733665</id><published>2006-03-09T02:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:34.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Call 911</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/ROTARI_Pietro_Young_Girl_Writing_a_Love_Letter_1755_Norton_Simon_source_sandstead_d2h_08.3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/ROTARI_Pietro_Young_Girl_Writing_a_Love_Letter_1755_Norton_Simon_source_sandstead_d2h_08.3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a break&lt;br /&gt;For a few long days&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t pen a word&lt;br /&gt;Even for my ego’s sake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an Addiction &lt;br /&gt;I admit to myself&lt;br /&gt;Before my mirror&lt;br /&gt;As I talk to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To restrain from&lt;br /&gt;This insane trend&lt;br /&gt;I read science&lt;br /&gt;In present, &lt;br /&gt;&amp; history of past,&lt;br /&gt;in past tense&lt;br /&gt;Lovely!!&lt;br /&gt;Im there again&lt;br /&gt;Musing the rhythm&lt;br /&gt;Of words inane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dirty they said&lt;br /&gt;Politics was&lt;br /&gt;So I tried a sniff&lt;br /&gt;At the murky stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing works&lt;br /&gt;To sate this urge&lt;br /&gt;What do I do&lt;br /&gt;Tell me you&lt;br /&gt;Is this that drug&lt;br /&gt;ecstasy or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-114185154169733665?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/114185154169733665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=114185154169733665&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114185154169733665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114185154169733665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/03/call-911.html' title='Call 911'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-114184871406451258</id><published>2006-03-09T01:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:34.417+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/fernandes_at_the_door_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/fernandes_at_the_door_m.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When dreams shattered &lt;br /&gt;In a single blow&lt;br /&gt;In dismay I watched&lt;br /&gt;Them all go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That distant storm&lt;br /&gt;Felt like my own&lt;br /&gt;With constant fear&lt;br /&gt;Life I adorned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mine that seemed&lt;br /&gt;Those didnt last&lt;br /&gt;Words failed me&lt;br /&gt;Now and  again&lt;br /&gt;Pain numbed &lt;br /&gt;I stood alone…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-114184871406451258?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/114184871406451258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=114184871406451258&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114184871406451258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114184871406451258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/03/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-114081623596288973</id><published>2006-02-25T02:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:34.310+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Somebody, Teach me paint!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/painting3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/painting3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times &lt;br /&gt;It happened to me&lt;br /&gt;That I look at life&lt;br /&gt;As a clean sheet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see myself&lt;br /&gt;drawing thin lines, &lt;br /&gt;the bolder ones as well.&lt;br /&gt;there are curves, there are peaks&lt;br /&gt;there are spaces&lt;br /&gt;untouched with time,&lt;br /&gt;even now as I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are colors&lt;br /&gt;The reds of cheeks&lt;br /&gt;The blues of tragedies&lt;br /&gt;much darker hues&lt;br /&gt;Were there too&lt;br /&gt;I wondered how &lt;br /&gt;I have no cue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides them,&lt;br /&gt;Were few.&lt;br /&gt;Those names&lt;br /&gt;I never knew…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I pause&lt;br /&gt;For a little while,&lt;br /&gt;tired but, &lt;br /&gt;I look at my work &lt;br /&gt;confused I stare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s a beauty&lt;br /&gt;Many times I pity&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I conclude&lt;br /&gt;A work of Art&lt;br /&gt;O' well, My life is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a times&lt;br /&gt;It happened to me&lt;br /&gt;That I look at life &lt;br /&gt;that clean sheet&lt;br /&gt;Does this happen to all??&lt;br /&gt;Or, Is it just this insane me??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-114081623596288973?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/114081623596288973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=114081623596288973&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114081623596288973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/114081623596288973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/02/somebody-teach-me-paint.html' title='Somebody, Teach me paint!!'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-113994307668707114</id><published>2006-02-15T00:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:33.305+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Break away</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/freedom1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/freedom1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakaway … Free...,&lt;br /&gt;Stretch your wings&lt;br /&gt;Look at those horizons far to reach&lt;br /&gt;So what if you are no-one?&lt;br /&gt;So what if you are standing alone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakaway…. Free….&lt;br /&gt;From those that bound you&lt;br /&gt;from your dreams….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let go  free…&lt;br /&gt;Those feelings, those fears&lt;br /&gt;Let go free….&lt;br /&gt;Those tiny  tears,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; Nevertheless&lt;br /&gt;those greeds that were dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what if it will hurt&lt;br /&gt;To breathe?&lt;br /&gt;So, what if it’s a battle &lt;br /&gt;Everyday might seem?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you brave your heart&lt;br /&gt;to the toughest winds…..&lt;br /&gt;You know that it is worth&lt;br /&gt;An every bit…&lt;br /&gt;cause when you are done&lt;br /&gt;you have achieved &lt;br /&gt;your gift for life&lt;br /&gt;your freedom ..&lt;br /&gt;yourself…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-113994307668707114?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/113994307668707114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=113994307668707114&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113994307668707114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113994307668707114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/02/break-away.html' title='Break away'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-113932752324467574</id><published>2006-02-07T21:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:33.192+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The same Ol' Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/think.5.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/400/think.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever come across&lt;br /&gt;A question ever,&lt;br /&gt;Which goes like,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what&lt;br /&gt;God is, that mighty power?&lt;br /&gt;Whom you see not ever&lt;br /&gt;Neither touch or by means anyother&lt;br /&gt;That is an answer&lt;br /&gt;I got never…….&lt;br /&gt;However,&lt;br /&gt;A bigger quest for me&lt;br /&gt;I uncover,&lt;br /&gt;What are “ you”??&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;What am “I”??&lt;br /&gt;My brother….&lt;br /&gt;That you touch&lt;br /&gt;That you see &lt;br /&gt;And still when you feel&lt;br /&gt;There is more to me&lt;br /&gt;So is more to you,&lt;br /&gt;with time we discover&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-113932752324467574?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/113932752324467574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=113932752324467574&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113932752324467574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113932752324467574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/02/same-ol-question.html' title='The same Ol&apos; Question'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-113797284403708621</id><published>2006-01-23T04:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:32.972+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Truth?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/dry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/dry.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who would be &lt;br /&gt;You nor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time tics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is true&lt;br /&gt;nothing  is a lie;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No battle remains&lt;br /&gt;Not even love sustains…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no body great, &lt;br /&gt;conviction doesn’t await..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when death strikes&lt;br /&gt;nothing remains….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing true &lt;br /&gt;Nothing you can do&lt;br /&gt;to Undo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When time tics&lt;br /&gt;Who would be&lt;br /&gt;You nor me…….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-113797284403708621?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/113797284403708621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=113797284403708621&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113797284403708621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113797284403708621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/01/truth.html' title='Truth?'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-113789306543045757</id><published>2006-01-22T06:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:32.825+05:30</updated><title type='text'>These words are all I have...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/rain.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than once I have been asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To explain my stance…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I write  about love, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And  About loss…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose wisdom I share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t you looked at the endless seas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Havent you Danced to rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a summers heat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;havent you seen then my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that you loved and cried&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so as you did??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you ever peep &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of that window crape&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To look at the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh so there........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While it silently lights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams at night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn't the snow.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell you a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of lore, lust and loss??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t the summer rays &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch you ever as they said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and cheer.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its early morning my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh poor you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did u miss the breeze??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t it fly your hair away?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your mood crispy all day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your heart dances to &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gushes of wind......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And soars to the deeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of million seas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you secretly cry for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s tragedies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn’t you drop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your eys’s own &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a precious pearl??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I do is write them down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell me my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please tell me how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would be what I am ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my heart doesn’t skip a beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I see a naughty glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That running nose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one or two teeth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angels I claim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To this insane me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children of that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;great destiny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I shall ask you my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't you ever been in love?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With those I said?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How couldn’t you? if you didn’t...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How cud you not be Me, if you did??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you did........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Atleast once, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you will see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what I meant...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by desire enliven….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you must know my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s all I write&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive my innocence....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-113789306543045757?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/113789306543045757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=113789306543045757&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113789306543045757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113789306543045757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/01/these-words-are-all-i-have.html' title='These words are all I have...'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-113683715978118033</id><published>2006-01-10T01:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:32.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Empty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/1600/emty2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7891/777/320/emty2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you stand there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see ..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you live in a street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that nobody lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the city so dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;the air so pale&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no place to hide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No  thing to do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one to talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your world is closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it is dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you stand there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just see.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing stops anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don’t belong &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;To what you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That you stand there &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And see ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp; that’s because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel so empty.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-113683715978118033?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/113683715978118033/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=113683715978118033&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113683715978118033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113683715978118033'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2006/01/empty.html' title='Empty'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-113467991376592733</id><published>2005-12-16T02:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:32.109+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why death is the worst of them all....</title><content type='html'>When I was 5 and my sis hit me blue and black&lt;br /&gt;I bit her back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10 , my dog ate my icecream&lt;br /&gt;I cried &amp; got new one…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 12 , my teacher told me&lt;br /&gt;I was good for nothing&lt;br /&gt;I studied hard.. and topped my class&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 14, my best friend won my crush&lt;br /&gt;I knew I deserved better….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 16 ,  the world was unfair&lt;br /&gt;I waited until 20 and everything seemed square &amp; fair..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when I was  18 I lost someone dear&lt;br /&gt;I cried, I thought,  and I waited,&lt;br /&gt;nothing happened.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; death is the worst of them all&lt;br /&gt;it never gives you a second chance..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-113467991376592733?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/113467991376592733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=113467991376592733&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113467991376592733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113467991376592733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2005/12/why-death-is-worst-of-them-all.html' title='Why death is the worst of them all....'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-113467848406319801</id><published>2005-12-16T01:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:31.967+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>Happiness&lt;br /&gt;How vague a word?&lt;br /&gt;The definition in dictionary&lt;br /&gt;Oxford, Stanford &amp; r there more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But try will u?&lt;br /&gt;Define the word happiness..&lt;br /&gt;When I did it seemed like&lt;br /&gt;That distant thin line&lt;br /&gt; of concurrence &lt;br /&gt;Of the skies and seas..&lt;br /&gt;Sure it is exhiliarating &lt;br /&gt;A game of mind…&lt;br /&gt;Not reality but the truth u see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happiness a vague feeling&lt;br /&gt;Never been there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyone been there done that??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-113467848406319801?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/113467848406319801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=113467848406319801&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113467848406319801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113467848406319801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2005/12/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-113467780151169061</id><published>2005-12-16T01:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:31.810+05:30</updated><title type='text'>silence</title><content type='html'>Silence ……………&lt;br /&gt;It haunts , scares,&lt;br /&gt;Blows trumpets &lt;br /&gt;That you are alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate silence….&lt;br /&gt;The very word &lt;br /&gt;Its very thought&lt;br /&gt;When Agonizing memories&lt;br /&gt;Come to life……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like a  “.” ( period)&lt;br /&gt;So full it might seem&lt;br /&gt;But then think&lt;br /&gt;Empty it stands later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-113467780151169061?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/113467780151169061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=113467780151169061&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113467780151169061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113467780151169061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2005/12/silence.html' title='silence'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-113141735989813324</id><published>2005-11-08T07:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:31.587+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Brutus, you too....?</title><content type='html'>Trust made me vulnerable&lt;br /&gt;shock left me numb&lt;br /&gt;thoughts gushed&lt;br /&gt;while memories played&lt;br /&gt;in tearful eyes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it makes sense&lt;br /&gt;how delicate "trust" stands&lt;br /&gt;as caesar puts&lt;br /&gt;"Brutus, you too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good bye my friend&lt;br /&gt;This is to cherish &lt;br /&gt;all the good ol'times&lt;br /&gt;of silly jokes,of caring words&lt;br /&gt;&amp; of naughty anecdotes&lt;br /&gt;and importantly then..&lt;br /&gt;to cherish us my friend&lt;br /&gt;when we struk a perfect balance &lt;br /&gt;on our trust plane.. &lt;br /&gt;did we know then&lt;br /&gt;how delicate " trust " stood..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now It is over&lt;br /&gt;for not now, but forever..&lt;br /&gt;cause you have chosen&lt;br /&gt;to break my heart &lt;br /&gt;&amp; Our silent wow of trust &lt;br /&gt;in to a countless peices, &lt;br /&gt;and dust.....&lt;br /&gt;and I have chosen &lt;br /&gt;to walk away&lt;br /&gt;leaving them there&lt;br /&gt;as I must....&lt;br /&gt;....Trust indeed stands delicate...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-113141735989813324?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/113141735989813324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=113141735989813324&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113141735989813324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/113141735989813324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2005/11/brutus-you-too.html' title='Brutus, you too....?'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-111949412107101037</id><published>2005-06-23T08:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:31.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wishful Thoughts...Of Beauty Of Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/5373/640/nl-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border: 1px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); margin: 2px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/img/154/5373/320/nl-9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;a href="http://www.hello.com/" target="ext"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif" alt="Posted by Hello" style="border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;" align="middle" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be beautiful??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be the beauty,…. of the beast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to come in dreams,…. of poor and rich&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to be the coveted one of  a hansome prince?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does it feel to be beautiful??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be the sculpture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poetry , the woman in the painting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and  inspiration to all of Art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason for war and  thirst for power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to win without a battle……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be beautiful??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be called the dew of mornings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dusk of evenings……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gait of a deer and  talk  of a parrot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch of dove &amp;amp; Smile to the that of thousand lanterns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just the very&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presence to that of a goddess??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel to be beautiful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I held this dream to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;too shallow an aim, too important a nuance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a dream is dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not the truth, not the lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but somewhere it haunts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the visions of  night…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-111949412107101037?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/111949412107101037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=111949412107101037&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/111949412107101037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/111949412107101037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2005/06/wishful-thoughtsof-beauty-of-me.html' title='Wishful Thoughts...Of Beauty Of Me'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-111263308735794525</id><published>2005-04-04T22:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:30.966+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My sweet little angel ..........Vasavi</title><content type='html'>My sweet lil angel&lt;br /&gt;when she smiled it was heaven&lt;br /&gt;she was naughty , my crime's accomplice&lt;br /&gt;she sang .. however she did ..it was a beautiful &lt;br /&gt;she danced.. my lil angel was no less a star....&lt;br /&gt;she was one of those im sure&lt;br /&gt;god said hmm... good work or wat!!!&lt;br /&gt;she was The Best my darling of all....&lt;br /&gt;she left me but, my angel star...&lt;br /&gt;five years and i miss her&lt;br /&gt;and it's all beautiful now &amp; again..&lt;br /&gt;since i saw her in my dreams inane..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-111263308735794525?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/111263308735794525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=111263308735794525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/111263308735794525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/111263308735794525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2005/04/my-sweet-little-angel-vasavi.html' title='My sweet little angel ..........Vasavi'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-111207798774779582</id><published>2005-03-29T12:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:30.737+05:30</updated><title type='text'>shakuntala</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3357/640/sakuntala_painting.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3357/320/sakuntala_painting.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it a yes or Is it a no?&lt;br /&gt;tell me when you know&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting...&lt;br /&gt;and I shall remain so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding my heart&lt;br /&gt;through countless falls&lt;br /&gt;gloomy nights,lonesome showers&lt;br /&gt;silent snows...&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting&lt;br /&gt;I shall remain so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many passed by&lt;br /&gt;few showered pity&lt;br /&gt;others plain redicule&lt;br /&gt;nothing seemed to touch me&lt;br /&gt;neither the colors off fall&lt;br /&gt;nor the pity or the redicule&lt;br /&gt;but for the silence&lt;br /&gt;of the each night&lt;br /&gt;and yet&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting&lt;br /&gt;and I shall remain so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drew my strength from beleif&lt;br /&gt;courage from faith&lt;br /&gt;rationale escaped...&lt;br /&gt;while I am waiting&lt;br /&gt;and I shall remain so...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-111207798774779582?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/111207798774779582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=111207798774779582&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/111207798774779582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/111207798774779582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2005/03/shakuntala_28.html' title='shakuntala'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10201403.post-111117977480705794</id><published>2005-03-19T02:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2006-11-09T13:20:30.521+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I wish....I knew ...!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3357/640/100065381.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:1px solid #000000; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/155/3357/320/100065381.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I knew &lt;br /&gt;to fall in love so true&lt;br /&gt;is so much a crime &lt;br /&gt;The sentence a lifetime…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I knew &lt;br /&gt;That you were a lie&lt;br /&gt;Those smiles would turn a wry&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me to cry...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I knew&lt;br /&gt;I am the looser &amp; at shame..&lt;br /&gt;While I lauded you&lt;br /&gt;Steal me through…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I knew&lt;br /&gt;it was but a game for you,&lt;br /&gt;to tame the untamed…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I wish I knew&lt;br /&gt;you never loved me true&lt;br /&gt;so much a crime&lt;br /&gt;the sentence a lifetime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10201403-111117977480705794?l=huesofthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/feeds/111117977480705794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10201403&amp;postID=111117977480705794&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/111117977480705794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10201403/posts/default/111117977480705794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://huesofthought.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-wishi-knew.html' title='I wish....I knew ...!!'/><author><name>Sarayu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10414588068850101291</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tS6GBk5E_UE/TghLtVPMk2I/AAAAAAAAA60/dicMbIUrab8/s220/253615_10150201968446886_552736885_7342482_4111906_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
