<?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-3321306872809012001</id><updated>2011-11-28T04:48:46.510+05:30</updated><category term='prose'/><category term='Lyrics'/><category term='love'/><category term='beginning'/><category term='Shayries'/><category term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Straight From The Heart</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829203032330898199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321306872809012001.post-996944393373782961</id><published>2009-09-28T20:54:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T21:03:42.447+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Goodbye.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu9StzRugwA/SsDWNFEFR1I/AAAAAAAAC0M/CBMQmmzmUpQ/s1600-h/lovers7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386540674521057106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 181px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu9StzRugwA/SsDWNFEFR1I/AAAAAAAAC0M/CBMQmmzmUpQ/s320/lovers7.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Goodbye.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Maya and Rishabh held hands and stared at the sea for a long time. This was their last Sunday walk on the Juhu Beach, something they hadn’t missed in the last 3 years that they had been together.&lt;br /&gt;Rishi was leaving India for an MBA degree and they both had decided that a long distance relationship was something they both didn’t desire. Maya had always had a strong sense of individuality and independence about her and that’s what attracted Rishi towards her in the first place. But today she didn’t feel as confident. She felt a lump rise in her throat as she dug her fingers and caught Rishabh’s arm more tightly. They had decided to not bring tears and gloom in their last meeting together and part on a happy note. Maya didn’t feel as assured of herself as she’d felt they day she had promised him she wouldn’t cry.&lt;br /&gt;Soon it was time to leave, Rishi gave her a tight hug, a kiss on the forehead, and “Let’s keep in touch ,Ok?” and he was gone. He was also tense, Maya could feel it.&lt;br /&gt;As Maya walked away, the next wave washed over their footprints where they had stood together for so long, their last testimony of togetherness. As Maya wiped a tear that had escaped from the right corner of her eye, she wondered if the footprints that Rishi had left in her heart would ever fade….&lt;br /&gt;She felt a strong urge to look behind and look for traces of where they had stood hand in hand, and she did. She saw Rishi standing some feet behind looking confused. She hesitated, but not when Rishi opened his arms and beckoned her. Maya ran like she’d known only running all her life and Rishi engulfed her in his bear hug and said “Baby this is a stupid idea. Ofcourse long distance relationships can work! Lets make them work!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sometimes I wonder, sometimes I care,&lt;br /&gt;At times I fumble, sometimes I dare…&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t love about taking chances??, I feel&lt;br /&gt;And then I feel, if love itself is a chance….”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3321306872809012001-996944393373782961?l=lyricsandprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/feeds/996944393373782961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/996944393373782961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/996944393373782961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/09/goodbye.html' title='A Goodbye.....'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512844430878271174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu9StzRugwA/SsDWNFEFR1I/AAAAAAAAC0M/CBMQmmzmUpQ/s72-c/lovers7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321306872809012001.post-3623973053073121725</id><published>2009-07-06T19:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T19:23:41.763+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prose'/><title type='text'>The Other Woman</title><content type='html'>I lay there in the bathtub staring in oblivion. The pain in my chest was too much tonight. I wanted it all to go away. I wished I could just tell him I knew and get it all over with. But I held back the urge for the millionth time. I wished I could scrub the skin off my body. I didn’t feel like myself in it anymore. I felt dirty and impure hiding all the filth inside me. And then the bathroom door opened and he peeped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Honey, are you done yet?”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know what to say. I looked at him and just smiled. That is all I had strength enough to do. Was I done yet? I guess I was done a long time ago, the day I had first found out. He came home late like he had done many times before. But this time it was different. I could sense it in the way he was acting and talking. I asked him as usual what made him so late and unlike before, his answers had a tone of uneasiness. I knew then that he was lying but my love was too blind to see it. It has been almost three years now and it still is. I know he is still seeing her, sleeping with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came out of the bathroom wearing a robe. He was waiting for me on the bed. We were going to make love. Maybe he enjoyed having sex with her but we; we made love, and making love was not an easy thing to do especially when one of us was faking it. Knowing that what we did was exactly what he did with her made it that much harder on me. I felt intimidated. I still wasn’t able to understand what made him seek intimacy with someone else. Was it because of me or was it just him? Was I too flawed? Was I not exciting enough? Did I not satisfy him completely? These were questions I wanted to scream out to him every time we made love. Rather, I just moaned out his name. He thought it was in pleasure but he had no idea how much pain was hidden in it. He was in me but I never really felt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Oh! I love you…”&lt;/em&gt; he groaned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to say, “I know you do but not enough. You love me but you love her body.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“I love you too…”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never let him know that I know. It’s a secret I’ll take with me to the grave. And maybe in the afterlife, when everything is revealed, he’ll know that all this while I knew and then the way he’ll feel will be my revenge. Till then, I’ll keep on loving, and moaning and pretending. I just wish I had the kind of power over him that she had that made him risk everything just to be &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to mean that much to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once, even for just a moment, I wanted to be the other woman.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3321306872809012001-3623973053073121725?l=lyricsandprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3623973053073121725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/07/other-woman.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/3623973053073121725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/3623973053073121725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/07/other-woman.html' title='The Other Woman'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829203032330898199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321306872809012001.post-1612314110061162180</id><published>2009-06-29T13:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:58:35.995+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lyrics'/><title type='text'>Tell Me</title><content type='html'>I don’t want you to hear me out&lt;br /&gt;when I’m sad and upset&lt;br /&gt;But tell me if you can just listen&lt;br /&gt;to what’s not being said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know about the great things&lt;br /&gt;that you have overcome&lt;br /&gt;But tell me about the little things&lt;br /&gt;that have made you what you’ve become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know that thunders of applause&lt;br /&gt;for you feels breathtaking&lt;br /&gt;But tell me about how it feels&lt;br /&gt;when you hear the sound of your dreams breaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know about the brilliance&lt;br /&gt;of the sun at the peak of noon&lt;br /&gt;But tell me about the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;in the absence of the moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know about your many friends&lt;br /&gt;and what they say and do&lt;br /&gt;But tell me about that one friend&lt;br /&gt;who lets you just be you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know about all the questions&lt;br /&gt;that you have found answers for&lt;br /&gt;But tell me about that one question’s answer&lt;br /&gt;of which you are still unsure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know about the things&lt;br /&gt;that you see in broad daylight&lt;br /&gt;But tell me about what you see&lt;br /&gt;after you close your eyes at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know about your wounds&lt;br /&gt;that hurt and burn sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But tell me about the ones&lt;br /&gt;that have gone numb with time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know about the things that you’ve written&lt;br /&gt;in lonesome times on a lonely night&lt;br /&gt;But tell me about the blank pages that are filled&lt;br /&gt;with words you were too reluctant to write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want to know about the things&lt;br /&gt;that you would tell the world anyway&lt;br /&gt;But tell me about all the things&lt;br /&gt;that you will never say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3321306872809012001-1612314110061162180?l=lyricsandprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1612314110061162180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/1612314110061162180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/1612314110061162180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/tell-me.html' title='Tell Me'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829203032330898199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321306872809012001.post-2505964672715799377</id><published>2009-06-15T16:42:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-15T16:51:58.982+05:30</updated><title type='text'>At the Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrySH_DBvPg/SjYs0vxd3hI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VC3o2VAliuc/s1600-h/At_the_crossroads____by_MichelCh.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/_jrySH_DBvPg/SjYs0vxd3hI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VC3o2VAliuc/s400/At_the_crossroads____by_MichelCh.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347510892237807122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the crossroads again. When I look to my left, I see a dull road fading away into a misty dusk. When I look to the right, I see a road with cracks so vast and deep, I’m afraid I might fall into one of them. When I look behind me, I see so much hurt and regret that I don’t want to go back. When I try to see ahead, I am unable to figure out what awaits me. I can see the presence of a light, but my heart believes it’s just an illusion, a fatal trap to capture me. And so I just stand there wondering which road to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts keep springing up in my mind, thoughts that I can’t comprehend. My mind is in chaos and prevents me from thinking straight.  Suddenly the world is upside down and everything seems to go wrong. Everything seems so different, unpredictable. Sometimes I wonder if I should even care anymore. I feel I am so complicated at times that even I fail to understand myself. And then I wonder how, when and why I changed so much. I wonder what or who was responsible for this thick wall of indifference that I have built all around me. Sometimes I want to run away, take some other road that I can twist and turn according to my purpose.  Sometimes I feel like hurting myself, wondering how it would be to see myself bleed and die. From where I stand, I see myself as a pathetic broken person who is too confused, too weak to decide which road to take. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is strange, love is stranger. I’ve had enough of both. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complications never cease and simplicity is so vague. I want neither.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am at the crossroads again and I don’t know where to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3321306872809012001-2505964672715799377?l=lyricsandprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/feeds/2505964672715799377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-crossroads.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/2505964672715799377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/2505964672715799377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/06/at-crossroads.html' title='At the Crossroads'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829203032330898199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jrySH_DBvPg/SjYs0vxd3hI/AAAAAAAAAb4/VC3o2VAliuc/s72-c/At_the_crossroads____by_MichelCh.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321306872809012001.post-1370846582851480698</id><published>2009-05-30T12:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-30T13:38:56.178+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shayries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Conversations'/><title type='text'>Conversations</title><content type='html'>"I can't be in this relationship any longer. There is only so much i can take. I think it's time we moved on." he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But..." she said, tears streaming down her face."But why? What did i do? I'm sorry."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No.. It’s time we both move on. I really don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore. ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sweetheart, I want to be with you. I love you. I love you a lot.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I love you too"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Then why. . &lt;em&gt;why this&lt;/em&gt;?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Will you marry me, love?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------xx-------------xx---------------xx----------xx--------xx--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raat ke andhere se haar kar chala tha main&lt;br /&gt;socha tha raahon mein roshni to hogi&lt;br /&gt;dhundla sa kahi savera to milega&lt;br /&gt;Koi kiran badalon se nikli to hogi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sab raahon ka ant ho gaya&lt;br /&gt;ab tak gum wo savera hai&lt;br /&gt;socha tha raahon me roshni to hogi&lt;br /&gt;aur yahaan manzil par bhi andhera hai.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3321306872809012001-1370846582851480698?l=lyricsandprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1370846582851480698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversations.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/1370846582851480698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/1370846582851480698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/05/conversations.html' title='Conversations'/><author><name>M</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11829203032330898199</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321306872809012001.post-3423253995633674345</id><published>2009-05-28T23:11:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:20:52.053+05:30</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Where do I go?In whom do I confide?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My world is falling apart,How do i face the coming tide? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The uncertain future, and the bygone past&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The present is least beckoning....Did I make my decisions too fast?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel so stifled, I don't fit this mould&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;There is so much more to me, I wish I could just unfold.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Any yet, I live on,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and try not to moan&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surrounded by people&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;and yet so alone......&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&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/3321306872809012001-3423253995633674345?l=lyricsandprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/feeds/3423253995633674345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/05/maze-where-do-i-goin-whom-do-i-confide.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/3423253995633674345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/3423253995633674345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/05/maze-where-do-i-goin-whom-do-i-confide.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512844430878271174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321306872809012001.post-5727745879193729108</id><published>2009-05-28T22:38:00.006+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-28T23:21:28.575+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Free...Atlast&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain drenched her from head to toe,&lt;br /&gt;Her spirit was free.....she was free to go.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those memories were now past&lt;br /&gt;She was free from their clutch, she was free atlast..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It all had begun, just like a dream.&lt;br /&gt;He'd entered her life, and he would stay it seemed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But fate had different plans in store,&lt;br /&gt;Their relationship became a burden, both seemed to bore.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was best to come out, best to let him go,&lt;br /&gt;She felt so much pain, but wouldn't let him know..&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Days had passed, time had healed her pain&lt;br /&gt;The pouring waters cleansed her soul...&lt;br /&gt;She was ready to love again.............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;We waste time looking for the perfect lover,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;instead of creating the perfect love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;~ Tom Robbins&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3321306872809012001-5727745879193729108?l=lyricsandprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/feeds/5727745879193729108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/05/free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/5727745879193729108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/5727745879193729108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/05/free.html' title=''/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512844430878271174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321306872809012001.post-1594467615889648559</id><published>2009-04-23T21:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-23T21:46:39.942+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='beginning'/><title type='text'>A New Beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hi friends,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Our lives can be summed up in words in the form of lyrics and prose. Sometimes we think so much, we can fill pages after pages by our dreams, hopes , aspirations , thoughts, ideas, some dull moments and some lively ones. And, then again, sometimes, just a song is enough to describe how we feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This blog is just that….it is a compilation by M &amp;amp; K, it is a promise and hope of their lifelong association , it is about what they feel, think, experience, ideate, create…It will have stories, poems, random paragraphs, everything and anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hope you have fun reading&lt;/span&gt; !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3321306872809012001-1594467615889648559?l=lyricsandprose.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/feeds/1594467615889648559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-beginning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/1594467615889648559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321306872809012001/posts/default/1594467615889648559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lyricsandprose.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning...'/><author><name>K</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13512844430878271174</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
