<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Mon, 07 Dec 2009 05:04:08 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>On The Way To....Being Myself...!!!</title><description></description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-4243126124931030031</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Sep 2009 04:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-16T22:36:57.926-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Moment...!!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SrHAURmJtBI/AAAAAAAABC8/0UUsxmMcdvg/s1600-h/Fallen-Tree-Watson-Lake-L.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382294484237792274" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 256px; cursor: pointer; height: 320px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SrHAURmJtBI/AAAAAAAABC8/0UUsxmMcdvg/s320/Fallen-Tree-Watson-Lake-L.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;meta content="text/html; charset=utf-8" equiv="Content-Type"&gt;&lt;meta content="Word.Document" name="ProgId"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 9" name="Generator"&gt;&lt;meta content="Microsoft Word 9" name="Originator"&gt;&lt;link href="file:///C:/DOCUME%7E1/SPATHA%7E1.ING/LOCALS%7E1/Temp/msoclip1/01/clip_filelist.xml" rel="File-List"&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A moment! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;What can a moment do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can it be so big to change the entire picture??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can it be so overwhelming to change the way you look at the world??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can a moment be so powerful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can it be a reflection of The Almighty, showing me how negligible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am to this universe??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can it take-over the ‘I’ that resides in my mind??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Can a moment take over Me… ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Looking at the fading reflections of self in the waters of times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I look back. So still the pool has been all along! The reflections being so clear as if&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I am standing in-front of a mirror emulating my self.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A companion, a friend, who shared every thought of mine, not just joys but sorrows too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Who has always been showering the bounty of it’s shade on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The sail on the waters of good times has been so good that the world around will envy me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was summer then!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Since last few days the weather has been daunting. My amigo was still holding strong, still generous with its soothing shade over my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;That morning was precariously stormy, with no signs of respite. Even in those gruesome times my companion assured me support, gave me hope that I can still stand, told me to hold on and not give in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A fulminant bang broke my trance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It was almost ear deafening sound, a thump on the water. Before I could realize what has happened, I was aghast looking at what I had in-front of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;My companion who had been with me all along, through the times good and bad, was down in the water. Completely extirpated!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The pool was in state of utter turmoil. The tranquility was all gone! The impact was so hard that it created waves in the waters; waves hitting the shores with almost a bang. The shore in no way was able to grasp what’s happening. It started giving in breaking into pieces, falling down with every bang of wave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The waters, were no more still, no more clear, with sands making it murky. I could no more see the reflections. The shade no more existed. The companion was no more with me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The reflections were all gone..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The beauteous world to which everyone used to envy was no more existent..!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I was standing in the daunting storm with solitude hemming in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When did all this happen?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When did I loose all my treasured reflections of self in the waters of time?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Myriad questions flooding my mind……&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All I can see is but one answer…………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" face="trebuchet ms"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All in ONE MOMENT…..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38916226-4243126124931030031?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2009/09/normal-0-moment-what-can-moment-do-can.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SrHAURmJtBI/AAAAAAAABC8/0UUsxmMcdvg/s72-c/Fallen-Tree-Watson-Lake-L.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-7835950939896209970</guid><pubDate>Wed, 09 Sep 2009 09:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-09T03:20:17.184-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>Its 09-09-09 today, and yes this day deserves a post.&lt;br /&gt;Coming soon....!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38916226-7835950939896209970?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-09-09-09-today-and-yes-this-day.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-3921799450261584693</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Jul 2009 12:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-07-14T06:04:16.489-07:00</atom:updated><title></title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SlyCNwTau1I/AAAAAAAABC0/ySNrL4-sPIo/s1600-h/walk-in-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 299px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SlyCNwTau1I/AAAAAAAABC0/ySNrL4-sPIo/s320/walk-in-rain.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358300829480303442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;With every single tear,&lt;br /&gt;drips out a shade of my pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want the careless world to see me,&lt;br /&gt;I just want to walk in the rain...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to walk in the rain...!!!&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/38916226-3921799450261584693?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2009/07/with-every-single-tear-drips-out-shade.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SlyCNwTau1I/AAAAAAAABC0/ySNrL4-sPIo/s72-c/walk-in-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-6947486895184124524</guid><pubDate>Wed, 22 Oct 2008 05:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-21T22:20:26.774-07:00</atom:updated><title>Where I Go…?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SP64B3t6bjI/AAAAAAAABCU/vujpcIpMZos/s1600-h/07223351KtiC_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SP64B3t6bjI/AAAAAAAABCU/vujpcIpMZos/s320/07223351KtiC_m.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259843757091221042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you regret what you did.&lt;br /&gt;Even if it’s really hard to say it was bad indeed.&lt;br /&gt;And still you have the guilt within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On its course, life keeps moving.&lt;br /&gt;Years go by and you keep growing.&lt;br /&gt;But you always feel there's something missing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it you or it’s them? The conflicts remain.&lt;br /&gt;Heart ponders over past again and again.&lt;br /&gt;It finds old green pastures and the barren terrain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Hold On! There's nothing in-vain!&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes in the past are experiences you gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life will always bring some shine after every stain.&lt;br /&gt;Oh my dear! Get over the mind, and follow your heart.&lt;br /&gt;And nothing ever will pain again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38916226-6947486895184124524?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2008/10/where-i-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SP64B3t6bjI/AAAAAAAABCU/vujpcIpMZos/s72-c/07223351KtiC_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-801215925120826949</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 07:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-24T00:57:02.665-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Truth</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SDfKENXSisI/AAAAAAAAASY/IF44QI8GnnA/s1600-h/shatter_bulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SDfKENXSisI/AAAAAAAAASY/IF44QI8GnnA/s320/shatter_bulb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203850068105530050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes you assume somebody to be good. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes you try to be pragmatic.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes you get lost. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And sometimes you think,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You will be able to get what you want.&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;But it’s not just sometimes, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;That the world is so harsh &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;to thrash you down the deep abyss…!!&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;Remember..! Not just sometimes….!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38916226-801215925120826949?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SDfKENXSisI/AAAAAAAAASY/IF44QI8GnnA/s72-c/shatter_bulb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-4289119487754564881</guid><pubDate>Sat, 24 May 2008 07:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-05-24T00:46:40.750-07:00</atom:updated><title>View – Counterview</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SDfH1NXSirI/AAAAAAAAASQ/VEKUxS-Ef70/s1600-h/cd-cover-final.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SDfH1NXSirI/AAAAAAAAASQ/VEKUxS-Ef70/s320/cd-cover-final.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203847611384236722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes silence speaks more than words.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Words kept unsaid tell you much more.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When silence creeps in, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s always better to know that,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Those who used to talk need you no more.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how this silent world operates….!!!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&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;Their silence pierces more than the words of your foe. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Their words can change the beating of your heart.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When silence creeps in, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They just want you to understand, the language of silence.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lips are still as they want your eyes to speak. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You are always their need and strength. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how the world of Love operates….!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38916226-4289119487754564881?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2008/05/view-counterview.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/SDfH1NXSirI/AAAAAAAAASQ/VEKUxS-Ef70/s72-c/cd-cover-final.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-2197561273863721091</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Sep 2007 16:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-09-17T10:38:31.233-07:00</atom:updated><title>A Different Me...?</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Ru67WZNrTkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bCnmrgcxU8s/s1600-h/Different+me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Ru67WZNrTkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bCnmrgcxU8s/s320/Different+me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111228620511858242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A day full of rains! Full of showers !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Morning filled with innumerable drops. Hovering clouds !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And my day starts ! As usual I am rushing through the morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;From washroom to the dressing table. From break-fast place to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the bus stop. Nothing seemed to change its course. The time, the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;place, the things around me. All there, yet again, yet another day !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And here I am ! Starting yet another day of my life, thinking that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have become yet another morning old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sitting in the bus on my way to the work-place. Looking out of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;window, everything is just rushing around. Everything is moving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moving with a cause. Moving with a goal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moving with a dream, to become something! To be somewhere !!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A morning seems so fresh. With a renewed or should I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;refurbished look. Forgetting yesterday,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;looking forward to the day ahead. Here is yet another morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Moving to start the day and the day's things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I am on my today's part of the journey, called Life !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's evening now. I hardly remember a day when I came out of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;work-place and saw the sun still waiting to spend some evening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;time playing with the earth. It's always been dark.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's always been an end of the play without having the sun to witness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember the days, when I used to run, keeping my eyes on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;the beautiful red ball in the earth's field, the blue sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Used to see the beauty of an evening, feel it. With the zest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;bubbling in my blood, I used to run ! I used to play !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I remember. Yes ! I still remember. I used to rejoice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rejoice in the beauty of the evening.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Rejoice in the twilight, loosing myself in the colours of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In the colours of nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But what I thought then ? This is not where I am supposed to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This isn't the place. The place where I always wanted to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I thought, I was lost. Lost in the silence !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And here I am now. At the same window again,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;in the crawling bus. What I see around? People loaded with day's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;stresses. Drained by the loads of work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With all the traffic in the world, hovering around me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am moving with an ant's steps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Back to the place from where I did start.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is also an evening. Then what has changed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where are all the colours gone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where is the redness of the mighty sun ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where is the golden shade of the twilight ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Am I on a different planet ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I am searching. Searching with all my strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But I am not able to find. I don't know....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where is the peace gone ??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Where is the piece gone ???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38916226-2197561273863721091?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2007/09/different-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Ru67WZNrTkI/AAAAAAAAAB4/bCnmrgcxU8s/s72-c/Different+me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-6582551994729476502</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 19:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-14T12:32:21.854-07:00</atom:updated><title>Escape...!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/RsIBWXT7cnI/AAAAAAAAABw/B-ARyggMn9s/s1600-h/Escape12.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/RsIBWXT7cnI/AAAAAAAAABw/B-ARyggMn9s/s320/Escape12.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098639211863175794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Break the bond of custom.&lt;br /&gt;From the prison of tradition,&lt;br /&gt;Escape !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Delight not in your weakness.&lt;br /&gt;From this imagined delicacy,&lt;br /&gt;Escape !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From these self conjoured&lt;br /&gt;vows of greatness,&lt;br /&gt;Escape !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It too is bondage.&lt;br /&gt;From love's bondage,&lt;br /&gt;Escape !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only the thorn,&lt;br /&gt;The flower too emasculate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise my love !&lt;br /&gt;You have to walk along with me...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/38916226-6582551994729476502?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2007/08/escape.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/RsIBWXT7cnI/AAAAAAAAABw/B-ARyggMn9s/s72-c/Escape12.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-3436121107464099023</guid><pubDate>Tue, 14 Aug 2007 18:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-08-14T11:59:34.507-07:00</atom:updated><title>I Believe....!!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/RsH7M3T7clI/AAAAAAAAABg/TNslfI1RgUQ/s1600-h/believe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/RsH7M3T7clI/AAAAAAAAABg/TNslfI1RgUQ/s320/believe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098632451584651858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Believe in yourself to the depth of your being,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Nourish the talents, your spirit is freeing.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Know in your heart, when the going gets slow,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That your faith in yourself will continue to grow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't forfeit ambition, when others may doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It's your life, to live it throughout.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Learn from your errors. Don't dwell in the past.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Never withdraw from the world that is vast.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Believe in yourself. Find the best, that is YOU !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Let your spirit prevail. Steer the course that is true...!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38916226-3436121107464099023?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-believe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/RsH7M3T7clI/AAAAAAAAABg/TNslfI1RgUQ/s72-c/believe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-824416216334448628</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 18:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-19T10:24:46.434-07:00</atom:updated><title>The times now and then....!!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Rp-eKsWKBTI/AAAAAAAAABI/MTuliu1yB7c/s1600-h/Times+now+and+then.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Rp-eKsWKBTI/AAAAAAAAABI/MTuliu1yB7c/s320/Times+now+and+then.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088960010491921714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It was 07/07/07. Some days are really as rare. Not always its necessary to remember some days and moments because there has been something memorable happening at those special times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, times which I really feel the way I am feeling now! Really Alive    !! Really happy!!!&lt;br /&gt;Not because something special and extraordinary has happened to me, just a while ago. Its just&lt;br /&gt;feeling or just a state of my heart, so as to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you feel and accept things as they come, enjoy there coming. Enjoy there happening. I think that is the time when we are really alive. Feel like being with LIFE...!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know there have been innumerable moments in the days that have past, which were moments of joy.&lt;br /&gt;Which were moments of grief. When my heart really felt their happening. My mind was telling me there has been some change in the way I used to be. They made me think, re-think and sometimes act too!&lt;br /&gt;Changed the course of my living, my thoughts. May be those were the moments when I had learnt things, understood them. Those were the times when I was in a state which was driven by my intution. My mind told me and I was doing what was being told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my intellect, my conscience. My present was being driven by experiences in the past. It was like flowing of a river. Touching both the shores without ever making them meet. But the stream though flowing, always had its end going along. Throughout its course! I think those were the times of rivers. Driving the way forward, sometimes washing down the past clear. Sometimes taking it along, as a dearest pal, who will always be close to you. Truely those were the times of rivers...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its not the life that changed its course. Its you! your own self who changes. Changes into different You. And sometimes just a different state of You. But the crux is it should always be 'You'. That is when life will seem as the dearest pal. Will be there for you as your companion. Through the times of grief and in the moments of elation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on is what life konws, her only law. Whether to move on with her or you choose to stop is your descrition. Its always your choice. If you stop life won't stop for you. It's only you who will be standstill, who will be at an hiatus. And may be that is what means 'Death', in life's dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you choose to move on, come what may! There will not be a better companion than life itself. She will be there for you every moment. You need to just think of her. And Hey....! you will always find her waiting for you to come along, just around the corner !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are days when you will really feel life's presence. The times which neither bring joy nor the gruesome feeling of sorrow. They are just too materialistic for her to make us feel her presence. Life never needs instruments or media to be with us. She is always there. You just need to feel her. Fill youself with her. In the moments when there is nothing special to tell about. Nothing happening so different that it will be a memory forever. Neither it is changing your course of actions. It really has nothing to be noted as such. But it fills you! It really overwhelms your - self !! These are the moments when you are following your heart. Acting the way you never used to, when you thought so much before acting upon something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments, really different ones. The moment itself is different and not the things happening in those moments. That is the time when you are with your dearest ever buddy. Your life...!!!&lt;br /&gt;She has always been with you till now and will be there for you in the times to come. Its just you who will decide to feel her. To fill yourself with Life....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments when you and your actions never bother about the world around. It's just the things coming out of your heart and happening, as easily as you blink your eyes. Unknowingly.....! The moments which never had any bound, never had shores along. These are the moments when you are life and life is You! The moments as carefree as the wave in an ocean. Sometimes just rolling on the sand and sometimes blowing off everything in its way...... Unknowingly...??? Oh.. Yes...!!! without any predudice. Wthout looking at past. These are the moments... moments unbound....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what life tells me in these unbound moments...? It says in my ears, in a soft and loving voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Those were the times of Rivers.....!!&lt;br /&gt;And these are the times of seas......!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I say to her aloud.....as loud as I can be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh.....Yes...!!!&lt;br /&gt;These are the times of seas........!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;These are the times of seas........!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38916226-824416216334448628?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2007/07/times-now-and-then.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Rp-eKsWKBTI/AAAAAAAAABI/MTuliu1yB7c/s72-c/Times+now+and+then.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-6420454361243310210</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2007 09:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-19T10:34:43.418-07:00</atom:updated><title>Relations.....???</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/RpeoAMWKBSI/AAAAAAAAABA/qWbPlvD2Qlw/s1600-h/Relations.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/RpeoAMWKBSI/AAAAAAAAABA/qWbPlvD2Qlw/s320/Relations.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5086719025405887778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relations.....???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes think that we have made a lot of realations,&lt;br /&gt;but I never think how ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But its true that realations are just formed and not made always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be because of that only, they are so pure and so innocent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people in my life have been so caring and relations so pampering&lt;br /&gt;and easy that I would have never imagined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people came in my life very silently....I dont even remember&lt;br /&gt;the day when we met... but now life or even a day without talks&lt;br /&gt;becomes so barron.....so lonely....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may not have been together for a long time but I know it has been&lt;br /&gt;never better than this.... so caring so pure and so true...&lt;br /&gt;I know it will always reamain so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people came in my life at so later stages of life but I feel that&lt;br /&gt;life without them will not be life at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never tried to think what magic is there in that realation...&lt;br /&gt;But it always dominated..... and will till eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I think thats what life is .... all about relations.....isn't it???&lt;br /&gt;All about caring and giving....never expecting anything, though needed....&lt;br /&gt;Because I am always assured by the realation that it will never do bad to me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I do the mistake of imagining my life without all&lt;br /&gt;those near and dear ones...... though very few poeple are so&lt;br /&gt;close but they matter LIFE... yes!!! life ... for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't ever think of my life which will be so solitary without all&lt;br /&gt;those people around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes the negative side takes over my mind.....&lt;br /&gt;And makes me think of the distances ..... think of parting....&lt;br /&gt;and the solitude it will follow......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its really a gruesome feeling ... that I will never be able to handle&lt;br /&gt;When I cant even think of it....how will I be albe to face it.?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather God should never take me in that situation.....I bow my Lord...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ready to do anything to maintain them for ever and ever....&lt;br /&gt;till the end of this universe...... till eternity...till end of me...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because these realtions mean life for me.........!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once it so happened.... May be that was really a hard day for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day of parting....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghastly time never ended....the moment was so long...&lt;br /&gt;so caring .... so dear to me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know..! when somebody cries when you are parting from them&lt;br /&gt;It just takes away a part of your heart.....&lt;br /&gt;I felt that somebody ... somebody in that bad time is taking&lt;br /&gt;everything out of my life... all the happiness.... all the caring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears rolling down the chicks were so pure .....that it relfected&lt;br /&gt;light.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world around which was so beautiful till that time&lt;br /&gt;turned so hostile and solitary in one moment....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am forced to think why should such moments come in somebody's life????&lt;br /&gt;Why??/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I never found the answer......&lt;br /&gt;But I think the joy of being together is everything that you will&lt;br /&gt;ever need to be happy ... for ever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The life is that one moment....just one moment....&lt;br /&gt;The moment when somebody leans on ur shoulders.......taking it&lt;br /&gt;as the best support she will ever find in this universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I am ready to sacrifice even my whole life for this one&lt;br /&gt;moment... because there is nothing beyond that one moment.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more beautiful than that touch.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing so pure as that tear....&lt;br /&gt;Nothing so warm than that pure hug...&lt;br /&gt;Nothing so deep than the feeling which just penetrates your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing so piercing than that look which is saying why this moment&lt;br /&gt;has come ... why there sould be something like parting....??/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why there should be something like solitude???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why there should be such a great loss .....???&lt;br /&gt;so unbearable...!!!&lt;br /&gt;So hurting.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So close but so far away...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why.... My dear!!!......Why???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38916226-6420454361243310210?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2007/07/relations.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/RpeoAMWKBSI/AAAAAAAAABA/qWbPlvD2Qlw/s72-c/Relations.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-608738186949644688</guid><pubDate>Sun, 15 Apr 2007 11:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-19T10:35:04.237-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Star....!!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Rp-fpMWKBUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Q2mqTy9R960/s1600-h/The+star.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Rp-fpMWKBUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Q2mqTy9R960/s320/The+star.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088961633989559618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;       &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things never change.......but some has to be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times I will never forget...... but some need to be forgot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some things I can't accept...... but some need to be accepted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some results can't fall in my hands....... but some need to fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody will always be there for me....... but I can not dream of "somebody" being there for me, forever and ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, Life is a River, ever changing, ever flowing, but in the depths; never changing,&lt;br /&gt;very calm...!&lt;br /&gt;Making you what you are, Yes...! What you really are...!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life has taken many turns of fortune and misfortune too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen beautiful blooming gardens,&lt;br /&gt;and have walked through barren lands with harsh sun trying to burn out everything I had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...... I ..............was walking....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I lost myself in the mirths of fortune, never thought of things around then....and&lt;br /&gt;why should I.&lt;br /&gt;And some times came, tears of misfortune rolled down my chicks, I thought these&lt;br /&gt;have come out of my eyes just to assure me that, however harsh may be the Sun;&lt;br /&gt;things inside Me will always try to sooth me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assured me....Just believe in.......Myself...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still am continuing the same journey.......trying to enjoy every moment of it.&lt;br /&gt;I know some roads will come; full of fragrance, and some full of thorns, but the only&lt;br /&gt;thing I know is to Walk......Walk....and ...Walk .....forever...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A time will come when, it will so happen that.......&lt;br /&gt;I can see...... "The Star" shining, just too bright to look at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can see the road...!&lt;br /&gt;I know of the hurdles that are lying between Me and Him.&lt;br /&gt;But there is nothing so alluring, so enticing, driving me so fast........calling me.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.....!!!&lt;br /&gt;I know, I am assured by the omens on my way, that a day will come.........&lt;br /&gt;Yes! the day.....&lt;br /&gt;The One...I have lived for.&lt;br /&gt;The One ... I have died for...!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes...!!!&lt;br /&gt;I can see that day waiting for me......I can see Myself shining, too bright to look at it....!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can see "The Star".......&lt;br /&gt;With eyes tightly shut......!!!&lt;br /&gt;With eyes wide open.....!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/38916226-608738186949644688?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2007/04/star.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Rp-fpMWKBUI/AAAAAAAAABQ/Q2mqTy9R960/s72-c/The+star.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38916226.post-117646227903597187</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 10:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-07-19T10:34:12.020-07:00</atom:updated><title>The Game Called … Life…!!!</title><description>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Rp-gHcWKBVI/AAAAAAAAABY/GNmLtD1GnvA/s1600-h/vaat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Rp-gHcWKBVI/AAAAAAAAABY/GNmLtD1GnvA/s320/vaat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088962153680602450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;A change, a transformation, new places, new people, new avenues and a new start!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But a start will not always mean an end of something. Some things in life are endless. They are so vast, that we have been looking at them for so long, but they never seemed to have an end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Take life itself, and ocean of experiences. So deep that sometimes I loose myself in it. But your life never denies being yours. It will always be on your side, wherever you may be, whatever you are! It will always extend a helping hand; will always pat on your back when you are feeling low. It will always rejoice in the time of your success, being always yours.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But then sometimes why it so happens that I feel so dejected? So low??&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;May be our life wants us to learn new things, have new experiences. Life always wants us to be strong. And being strong brings with it a lot of difficulties. Or else why there would have been definition of strength, without having difficulties to come over?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Life implies change; change meaning new experiences experiences are those difficulties that make you stronger. Rather I should say, “They have made us what we are!” I am, my experiences! My strength lies in what I have seen, where I have been and most importantly, what I have been!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Life has always pointed out to the law of attraction. “Good attracts good” and needless to say bad will always turn out in something bad. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Life is an ocean, boundless; never ending but always changing. Till now whatever share of life I had, whatever ride I had on the waves in the ocean of life, I have it with me. And I have decided to explore its every new corner. All possible depths. While doing so, I will never long for a boat to be my savior, nor I will long for gems on my way.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I will enjoy every moment of it; let it be good, bad or ugly. Remember the law of attraction? May be whatever is coming my way is a resultant of my past. Nobody is the culprit…!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;In the game of life, there are only two players, my life and I. Nobody is an opponent. It’s all up to you to win or to loose, to play or to rest!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;But one thing is for sure, more you play, larger is your share. Life is in moments, treasure every single moment, who knows it will never come back. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond;font-size:13;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And who knows when the game will end…..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/38916226-117646227903597187?l=passion4words.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://passion4words.blogspot.com/2007/04/game-called-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Swapnil)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rHeMiwh2MAI/Rp-gHcWKBVI/AAAAAAAAABY/GNmLtD1GnvA/s72-c/vaat.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>