tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-340608152012-01-04T01:09:13.642+05:30Feline Smile "Musings of a muddled muggle mind"Sir Charlemagnehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01759711707216086086noreply@blogger.comBlogger1171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34060815.post-73400622591050044542012-01-04T01:09:00.001+05:302012-01-04T01:09:13.648+05:30

Winter, oh winter What darkness you have brought So gray all the way And fights couldn't stop Even your merry christmas Couldn't bring a little pause. So sad that you sob now, And leaving us all apart. We waited a whole year With dreams and wishes To play with your colourless snow And its time that I will be wedded. Please dont go away Please don't sob with pain The humanity its destroyed I know

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Once upon a time there lived a prince, in a land not near not far. The times were evil and the lords were many. But the prince was naive and didn't care for one and all. He was the crowned prince and soon to be the King, why would he have any worry? All day long, he would be brave and strong. People would see him and remark, "lovesong! lovesong!". But inside the Prince knew, he could feel, he had

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Can I be stupid in love?Have a bright smileeverytime I seeyour pretty face.Can I dance insideprancing alongwith your playful eyes?Can I be stupid in love?Be amusedby your mistakes.Can I forget the pastcapturing withinyour lover smile?Can I be stupid in love?Laugh out loudat your tantrums.Can I erase the painrising from the ashesand get lostout of sight?

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I had been silently and secretly planning it for sometime. I knew she loved flowers, I mean absototapositively adore them. And then one day, reading the newspaper, I saw a new report on lesser known places of note in and around the city. And guess what, they had started off with a 'Flower Market'! Yay! My heart almost did a jiggle inside as I had been on a lookout for something like this for some

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Tiny whispers of the wind flew by my earmy brows puckered and slowly but steadilymy eyelashes split apart and I saw.My arms saw the pincered chainsbinding me to my gravestone,my ears saw the melodious siren songkeeping me rooted to the spot,and my eyes saw everythingthat made me be what they wanted me to be.And as I see, I refuse to stay and stagnate,or grow in the path lighted for me by others.I

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"What is the most resilient parasite? Bacteria? A virus? An intestinal worm? An idea. Resilient... highly contagious. Once an idea has taken hold of the brain it's almost impossible to eradicate. An idea that is fully formed - fully understood - that sticks; right in there somewhere."One does not really realize the potential power one gives someone else when one starts believing in them. Its

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Sifting through the memories of a lifetimeflashes of wrongs and rights,inemptitudes and achievements.Staring back at the blank plastered ceilingwaiting for, listening eagerly for whispersof my last breath escapingfloating above all dear ones,through the hospital roofand into the eternal sunshine."Hold on just another day,for your granddaughter's graduating today"These lone whispered wordsin the

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Raindrops splatter into static puddlessliding down dusty window panes,I suppress a shivering shudderas I pass some flickering flames.Darkness hangs heavy overheadthick mist swirling tiny rivulets,silent whispers beckon me astraydeep into the frolicy lane.The staccato echo of my heavy shoesfalter a bit and draw to a pause,the owl overhead turned to listenas I risked a tiny side wise glance.Creepy

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Sometimes we need to make life-changing decisions. No one else can make them for you. And living by the consequences of such decisions is called 'your life'. As a parent, all one can really hope for is that by the time such decisions need to be made by their sons and daughters, they would have shaped the clay pot, so to say, to the best of their abilities, that their children would know whats

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- by Outlines of ShadesIts nobodywho touches my heart,Its nobodywho feels my part,Its nobodywho wipes my tears,Its nobodywho holds me in fear,Its nobodyfrom the start,Its nobodyto mend my broken heart.Several tearsI weep in darknessin front of a silent mirrorchoking in silence.Its mesitting alone now,Its mesomewhere somehow,Its melost in the darkness,Its meclawing in the recess,Its mefalling

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Someone once asked me in an interview, "If that is the number of visitors actually hitting your blog, why do you have it anyway?"To which I replied, "I have it because I love to write, because it is somewhere I can share what I feel, because it is someplace on the internet I can really call mine. How many people read it and what they think about it....well, that's just someone in the stands

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I walk aloneempty corridorsechoing my rubber soles.Dead weight ofthe pistol in handbenumbs my sensesits lethal powerquivering, yet stillthrobbing heartrestless, but at peacein ghastly silenceexpels a serene breath.I walk acrossthe bench whereHaley and Iconquered calculus,across the court wherehad shot some hoopswith the Scott brothers.Laden feet dragged onreverberating, shatteringswishy

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Words,words that hurtwords that healwords that are for youwords that are for mewords that I saidwords that were meant to bewords that shake the groundwords that are surrealwords that touchwords that make you feel.Moments,moments that marmoments that markmoments that flow awaymoments that come againmoments that open your eyesmoments that make you smilemoments that fly bymoments that pave the

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Another day, another fight. Another bag of hurt feelings for each one of us. Another day irrevocably lost and memory marred by us. Things happened, words were exchanged and I said the fatal words somewhere in between. And so I am here, sitting on my bed with this notebook for company. She won't talk to me as long as I don't do what she asks me to. That's bad considering she has asked me to dig up

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Silently she screams bleedin' inside out unspoken fears, unleashing the beast within, weeping deadly tears. Silently she

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I can see the hurt inside,when you smile with broken eyes.Pincers pierce with searing pain,when I see my work in vain.Woe be gone from your life,blissful memories all step aside.Just hold my hand and believe,your side I shall never leave.Why the hurt? Why the pain?'coz for you I make it rainfrom the stars to the sightof heavenly minstrels bright.Little girl still deep inside.Let her go, let her

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- stirred back to life by 'La Cleora Ortiz'As the shiny morning raysgently caress your surreal wavesO' my beauty! O' my life!you run me through, you make me smile.I step outside and take a whileto dip into your pool divine"Blesseth be thy lord above"to let me have this gift of love.In the gentle breeze you swaylifting my spirit in a million ways.Your sublime beauty with me stays,takes me high,

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In my mindwhere I beginning to thinkwhere several pathsin front of me which way it links.Intention too instinctno route to be convincedgoes on in my own wayin hollow thoughtin empty spaceLost in the crowdworld filled with hatred.Its too darkIts to feelnumbing coldforgetting chillsstand uptake a stepforgotten pastcan't keep you held.If I pretenda blink of freedomuncaught in destinyMelody in

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In this life and the nexteven throughout all the rest,I'll be yours and you'll be mineits all just a matter of time.Girl I love you, yes I do.That's why whenever you're blueI see the tears you hide insideones that escape, I try to wipeTo keep you safe, I always trybut sometimes I lose it, sometimes I crysometimes I wish that I just diejust to show you what I feel insidethere is nothing that I

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Fly little birdiefly high in the skyunder angel's wingssweet touchdown I aspire

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Somewhere in ‘05,Dear Reader,It’s 3 O'clock in the mornin’. I don't remember the date ‘coz I haven’t been updating the journal for quite a long time. For weeks I’ve been tryin’ to face myself, the person I am, the person standin’ in front of the mirror. But tonight when I was going through some captured memories of my precious, I realised just how amazing those moments were! I couldn’t hold

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My eyes flutter open,moisture spilling over the edge.Looking over the green pastures,with butterflies overhead.I tried to stand up,but could not find my feet.I may have lost my wings now,but inside is where I bleed.Kiss me O' father,tell me this isn't the end.To heal my broken wings,another angel you shall send.Tell me you still love me,that I meant more to you.My spirit's still alive in me,and I

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Walkin' down the boulevard,blissfully in my dream.Ain't nothing I care about,don't care what it really means.Fly sweet angel,gently by my side.Tell me where should I go,got nothing to hide.I never thought that I could...I never thought that I would...always knew, always kneweverythin' I got to know.Oh! sweet angel,a silhouette I perceive.Please tell me the truth,is this what you want for me.All

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I never thought I'd seethe blue sea, the bright horizonthought they were'nt meant for methe evergreen love I was afterbut then you cameto show me the waythe day you kissed me I could dream againand I know that we'd be together for alwaysCoz you're the one for meyes you are the only one I seeYou're so special girl in my lifeI wanna hold you close by my sidegot no other way to sayplease stay with

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I kiss you gently on the forehead,tuck you snug in the bed spread.I lightly brush your hair back,my fingers feeling their soft matte.I whisper a prayer to make you well,for a moment pause and savor the smell.Finally I take a snap in my mind,and leave wishing you a very goodnight...

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Oh I don't know....Seems the multi-monthed self-deployed sabbatical I have been in combined with the irresistible forces of the home page of twitter and with a hint of something in today's mood has sparked off something in me....A promise of self-evaluation, a whisper of harder and yet better times to come, an apocalyptic eye-opener, or as Zac would put it - the start of something new!Frankly I

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I stab my heart to see if it still bleedsI cry away with tears you never seeAnd if that's the reason for your hurt and painI say tornadoes can't even touch the flame.I know we were always meant to beThe one perfect thing, that's you and meAnd sometimes you may never hear me speakCoz no matter the distance, I feel you here with me.Baby you always go that extra mileWhatever the pain, you make me

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Flow through megently and softlyenveloped incare and comfortpenetrate mecarry meand if need besuffocate medelicatelyand lovinglypermeate meor confiscate meo' my precious.

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Mourn, Oh beauty!mourn for methe sun passesglades goldengentle breezecaress and cryfollow me notsoftly and gentlycome withinremember mesoul bereavedsteady steedsilent wishesand whispers flywave me offto serene skynever forgetpray for mehope againstbut test me notchaste loveand heart yourstears crywatch the horizonwave to memourn me noteverlasting beauty,mourn for me.

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Seeing someone's blood all over your hand has a curious way of bringing you back to your senses. The many rivulets of the warm crimson liquid gushing forth and coalescing to mark their territory can also just as easily push you into one of your worst nightmares. I, for one, am no exception.As I stood there, watching with a smile on my face, the ultimate beauty of the farce called 'life', I could

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You know, there is definitely a distinct beauty in the darkness of the night. No, not just a beauty, 'coz beauty fades away. The night is everywhere and for everyone. It is the cool reprieve a poor hawker seeks. It frees up the space for a street urchin to sleep on the sidewalks. It provides cover for those seeking to unleash the beast within. It softly caresses the bereaved with a sense of

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Contrary to what I've told some people, my blog posts are mostly about or inspired by what happens with and around me.Well before you start running to me, asking me to explain what I meant in this post and that, lemme just mention that it may not be as straight as you thing it is. The blog post may be a refinement of an incident, or some insignificant detail of one that caught my attention. But

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Gloomy and dark days spread across the horizon of my life as I drifted off in melancholy and despair. There was lots to see, but my eyes were blinded. The sweet music of love that once guided me through the muck had gone happily gallivanting with treasures of its own. Faraway voices of my fellow bloggers beckoned from across the darkness. Yes there was so much to write, so much to share. But the

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God made man and woman, and they then took it from there. That's the way we generally think of as normal and that's the way nature needs us to be. Man like woman and woman like man.But then along came the homosexuals. The world was in shock! How can a man make love to another man? And how can a woman make love to another woman? That was just too much for an average person to wrap his/her head

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Silence...Oh! Deafening silence.The wrist watch ticks,the shoe squeaks,the cell vibrates,but silence...nothing but deafening silence.The bubble pops,and I free-fall,heart leaps, and dives again,and silence...a complete deafening silence.Everyone shout,and share a joke,they laugh aloud,but inside silence...pure deafening silence.Static buzzes,eyeballs pop,blood gushes,as body rots,and silence...

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Okay people,Am back for good. Got a net connection at my residence (finally)! ....Sooo, am catching up with the backlog of stuff I had written but not posted...and talking of firsts, let me introduce you to the kavi(poet in hindi) in me...(with sincerest apologies to non-hindi readers) I present a series of shers (i guess I can call them that)...But first a disclaimer. I accept that the first one

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There are times when you feel like shit inside,when you don't know what else to try,and all you wanna do is cry.Times when the world seems a cruel place,when someone you find very hard to replace,and you seek her trace in every embrace.Times when you dream about her all night,when you want to be always by her side,even if you know that it's not right.Times when you start singing 'the lemon tree',

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I know its not easybut am willing to try,to be the wailing wallwhen you need to cry.I'll be the pin cushionto take all your hurt,or be the teddy bearif you desire a cuddly spurt.I'll be the closetin which you can hide,or be the veilif you just want to step aside.I'll be all earsfor all you wanna say,or be a partnerif you need a gentle sway.I'll be the melodythat your heart sings,or be a

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Over the mountains,above the clouds,there ain't any weatherfor which we fly south.We chase devil's tail,n give him his hell back.We scourge this evil worldlike a hungry wolfpack.Gale force meansnothing to us,bring it on cozthat ain't even serious.Let it snow,let it rain,you ain't seen nothin'if you ain't got no pain.We never gear up,coz that's such a shame.Just head into the wildand it'll never

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A thousand apologies from the very deepest core of my heart to fellow bloggers. I was unable to blog these past few months because of terribly pressing circumstances. Don't worry, there's lots to come as I have gained immence experiences which (I hope) will be shared here in the coming weeks.In the past month, I went on my first abroad vacation (a trip to Malaysia-Singapore), met (...well saw) a

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Books, movies, food, art, sitcoms... These are the things people who know me would associate with me. But lately things seem to have changed. Books have been reduced to a couple of pages worth of battle between me and my lost soul. Movies just seem to have become long and boring; an endless charade of minuscule characters living their lives while I am supposed to sit back and enjoy my popcorn.

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Hey all!Just a quick reminder that as of now felinesmile.blogspot.com...that is this blog has overtaken some chinese webpage in the google's page ranking system when searched for the phrase 'felinesmile'!!Yay!So if you people forget about the url (as in universal resource locator), I don't want to hear any excuses... just google for 'felinesmile'..Chao

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I raise my hand up against the sunand watch the moist crimson beadsdrip down to the parched earth,feeding it with its liquid vitalityand becoming one with the blood of all my commoradeswhose carcasses lie strewn about the battlefield.Oh God! Where did I sin, I wonderas I desperately try to patch upwhats left of my shredded heart.The Dark angel, sensing that my time was nearswoops down and with a

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Hey,Was just going through the new posts of a friend's blog and found some quizzes and tests. Well, I took some. Check them out for yourself: Lets101 Quizzes - Fun QuizDanm it! Where are those seven??? My sex appeal is 7.7 out of 10.Ladies beware!!! Lets101 Quizzes - Fun QuizHmm...maybe I am living in an alternate reality where everything is not as it seems...or something. Addictive content in

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Your first songcame as a sweet blow of windand took my heart away in the endit was soothing to my earsas while listening to it my heart shifted gearsit was like a sweet journey of lifefor which I was waiting since whileit was like those mushy grains of sandwhich flows everywhere on waves' commandit was like a star-studded moonlit nightwhen it showers on us its glowing delightit was like a smooth

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As the coach slowly chugged away,seperating us with the vice-strong grip of certainty,all I could do was stay,as I died inside and our life together flashed by in front of me.I guess it all started the day I first met you.Do you remember that sudden downpour I stupidly dragged both of us into,or that simple papier-mache face that I said I had made for you?Do you still believe that my imitations

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Another day dawnsand life goes onas I walk alonea ghost, a shadow.The trees, the roseand the shimmering rainbowmerrily dance aroundbut I walk alonea ghost, a shadow.Our paths crossmy world is rockedviolins and harpsbid me to askwhy I walk alonea ghost, a shadow.Those eyes, that smile& beautiful eyebrowsbountiful package, puckered lipssexy denims, flowery whiffand yet I walk alonea ghost, a

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The past month of my life has been frantically topsy-turvy at best. What with all the exams and interviews and associated preparations(ya I know!) and what not, there just seemed so little time! It is only after its all over that I feel there's this big void in my life that I just can't seem to fill up with anything. I know male chauvinism demands that I be 'the man' and take it all up and

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I've always considered myself to be a dynamic sort of person. So when the number of hours in my normal day began to stretch out in unmanageable proportions, it came as a personal shocker. Initially I was overjoyed. I started doing all those things that I wanted to do but never actually got around doing. I began to read, I started learning the guitar, even played around with gardening for a while.

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Seriously am at a loss as to who is the more nut-job, psycho-freak of the two- the one who made this, or the ones(including me) who actually attempt it???Take the test by clicking the picture below to find out for yourself if you would eat your buddies in a blizzard?Anyways, breathe easy my friends! Here is my score:26%Until next time.UPDATE: My roomie got a score of 45% !! So people please note

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I tread those once familiar dark alleys, floating like a ghost, flickering in and out of the minuscule auras of the multiple lights fighting ever so hard the long lost battle against the enveloping darkness. A battered and rather distressing magazine in my hand, its dog-eared pages occasionally catching the wind and fluttering a bit. All my senses acutely tuned to catch the slightest of whispers

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Change is imbibed into the very fabric of our existence. So is the inherent resistance to it. It is through change that we have come about on this planet and it is only natural that we fear what too much of it can bring about. On the other hand, humans constantly strive to change, to evolve, to ensure the continuity of their gene pool by creating a better model of themselves. Life then emerges

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An Indian artist redraws many masterpieces (including the Mona Lisa) as a tribute to the european masters of the arts:

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Hi.Came across "The best 19 movies you didn't see in 2007" here and was proud to find that I have actually seen a couple of them. However for the benefit of other stray souls, I provide here a quick peek at the titles. Details can be found here.Across the universeAir guitar nationAngel-AThe assassination of Jesse James by Coward Robert FordDeath at a funeralDeliriousEverything's gone greenFidoThe

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When eveything seems to be going wrong for you, did you ever have that feeling that if given another shot at that time of your life, you could certainly make it better? It is of course in the nature of humans to dream about what could have happened and what he/she ought to have done. Keeping up with this line of thought, intellectual evolution of the human belief system has conjured up an idea,

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'Oh my God! I can't believe he actually wrote down all we did in his memoirs.'I am finally moving out and was clearing the place when I stumbled upon these papers. 'Delectable Curses! Man, what was he thinking?' Anyways, since I bargained on for both the good and the bad times, I'll try and continue the legacy he started.For the readers still scratching their heads, Hi! I am the girl you all have

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My life changedforever,the day I first saw you.I did'nt know it thenand basked away the daysmerry and gaytill the day you moved awayunknowingly,taking a part of me with you.Years passed,old wounds started to healmy heart I could again feeland then we met againonline,but some things never changeand I fell for you again.Curse me!I should've confessedand opened my heart to you.God knows I tried,

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I dream...of seas richer than the bluest sapphiresof people dressed in elegant attiresand beautiful birds flying high and lowamong bright patches of a spring rainbow.I wonder...how freedom tastes to the soulwhat it is like to be on your ownif a flightless bird like me could soarand into someone my heart I could pour.I wish...someone would sweep me off my feetand under the starry sky we both could

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That pretty face,those bright eyes.That flowery talc,and sweet smile.Those hearty laughs,and playful pouts.Those naughty giggles,and dancing brows.Those stolen glimpsesof hidden treasures,even awkward momentsI'll cherish forever.Just stay in my memoriesand haunt my dreams,even joust with my mindbut never come alive.

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Have you ever sat alone on the roof in the blue twilight,looked up towards heavens with moisture-laden eyes,and wondered if you could ask, just why?Have you ever locked yourself in your room,turned on the radio to make some noise,and screamed away until you forgot why?Have you ever felt so cold inside,like whatever you do, you could never again smileafter giving up on your deepest desire?Have you

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AAAAAAAAAAARRRRRGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!No...........lemme try sumthing else...OIESFhioen "RIVNU@#)(*rvnwnvrwihen voe,acj;oiwune482 4qv8(@beri0j2ncqe89cn2qr8vn829RNYuwnhdfkjvnhawdmjvwgadiowvurwhyanriumalwvmp;wmwpa;onrv;gewu;virnavrewionrvionwervnhiuewnhrvugnviws,crawnj[cnrawvriovnrhwumwr,.awi,jcavnwinvivanosrmvipomrvsioemnrievisorirsnevmrhioes;vmriemslvroimvwrhrwnlhrciewheawd nwcgnwiuaeciuaHmmm, much

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The world is changing, and I am a part of it. There be no denying that. The bad is the new good, and the good has become the new bad. There be no right and wrong in this world. What matters is what you do and whom you do it with. Send the morality of things to the gallows and keep it simple. Complications are, by and large, unnecessary and unwanted. Take what you can and give nothing back 'cause

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Aloha mates!So our feathered friend dropped by for a day or two (I hope) and though he/she was a shy bugger, this time I caught some photographic evidence of the apparent generosity of our hearts.Those needing further insights, click here.

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My feet don't need a map as I trace the oft-travelled paths around my home, wake-walking in a perpetual state of melancholy intellectual sleep, pondering over nothing in particular and everything in general. I was in one of these walks, when my thought train was snapped back to reality with a strange sound, a defiant crunch with a definite hint of ever-lasting softness, a sound hardly heard in

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Though I know I can't afford to, yet I sit idle on my bed. My opaque eyes stare intently on a spot right in front of me, perhaps waiting for someone to materialize out of thin air. Apparently the tiny electrical messengers responsible for trans-neuron communication in my body have had enough and called it quits. I imagine the life flowing through me slowly seeping out into the nature from whence

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Okay people, phew, ...here it is, my very first rap song. For those who can't make a head or tail out of it, I suggest some Eminem. For others, read on:ODE TO METhey call me white rabbit.I write great songsand people jus wanna have it.They don't give a shitwho, where or with whatI am hit.They jus like the songsthat I rap about,even though I wrap aroundall the shitthat gets thrown about.But time

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As is common knowledge to many readers, I reside in a rented house near my college along with some other friends. Now being all students was bad enough, but being all males students, we really don't give a fig about cleanliness and stuff. In fact, I always fancied us as some kind of a spin-off Addams family (Just between you and me, we sort of celebrated the birth of two young ones of the '

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While browsing through today's newspaper, the heading of an article really caught my eye. Well, I went through the article and actually found it quite thought-provoking albeit in an irritably de facto kinda way. It went on and on about the most noticed, and hence the most talked about part of the feminine persona in the current society- the cleavage. Males, it argues, are held mesmerised by this

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Seeing my turmoil, she visibly tensed up and her lower lip quivered a little as she bit down on it. Forcing a smile upon her beautiful face, she leaned closer and rested her head on my chest. Before I could even think about all the pleasurable sensations her flowing hair were creating on my chest, she burst out into long drawn sobs. All I could think of doing was to pat her back consolingly."Why?

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Next morning I woke up in my bed. There was'nt a muscle in my body which was'nt crying out in pain against any action forced upon it.'God! What happened?' I tried recollecting the stray strands of thoughts floating around in my head. I vaguely remembered downing multiple pints of booze, first in anger, then in frustration, and finally due to habit. Multiple simultaneous images of people jumping

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God must be very keenly interested in my case for I did'nt just get a beer, I got the whole frigging club! That sly girl kept the plans from my knowledge till the very last and kinda shoved them up my nose all at once. Seething with resentment, I joined the group at the proposed venue of aggregation quite past the decided time, both as a gesture of disapproval as well as to avoid waiting for

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I was returning home after an excrutiating day at work. I had chosen to walk even though it was quite some distance. 'Some fresh air would do me good.' I had thought. Well it was twice as good as I had expected. My mind had started to clear for the first time in days and towards the end of it I had started to cheer up a bit. Even the chatter of the cicadas felt like a hearty welcome and I

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We are back in the same coffee shop, sitting at the same table, heck she's even wearing the same lavender top. The familiar gut-wrenching feeling takes over me and I look away in the hope of making it easier. Her soft voice calls to me, but it is faint and distant. Something's not right. I look at her and shudder involuntarily as the table between us is stretching beyond what is allowed by the

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"I feel tormented!" I exhaled in a breath. After opaquely studying the daily rigmarole of street traffic my eyes eventually found her, gaping at me from across the table, it was all I could do to stay rooted to the chair. 'There, that was easy', I thought. Now that it was finally out in the open, I felt a sudden urge to get it all out.'Okay, here goes nothing!'"You know, there is so much I want

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When the cherries bloomin a soft winter noon,as you walk slowon the fresh snow,will you remember me?When you sip the winein the bright sunshine,after you've walked the aislewearing a benign smile,will you remember me?When your world falls apartand you don't know where to start,as warm tears slide down your cheekand a person your eyes seek,will you remember me?When you sit by my sideand watch the

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Well, have been on the recieving end for quite some time now... I really don't know why the idea of taking a screenshot had'nt occured to me before! Anyways, check this out...1.The "FREE" download timing ends at 7:00 AM.2.The current time is still 6:52AM.(I swear thats the actual time!)3.And yet mysteriously we have been charged 10 bucks!!UPDATE: As pointed out by my l'ill bro, I would like to

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Some people live their whole lives in misery, believing that certain good things are not supposed to happen to them. Every once in a while, some of these inadvertently cross paths with a certain someone who makes them aware of things they thought they could never experience. Pirouetting under this bitter-sweet charm, they reach out for this person. Rarely, if ever, is this person also passionate

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Hey people,In my post of sketches I have made, I presented the ones which I think to be the better ones among the lot. Well, going through the whole bunch today I happened upon a piece which could not make the cut, but is by far the best the world of art has got from me till date. See for yourself:Though the sketch as a whole did'nt turn out to be that promising, I just love the way these thighs

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Mind tormented,flesh torn apart.Heart in deepest agony,atmosphere dark.Eyes wide open,visibility naught.Perilous landscape,danger fraught.Silver lining,my soul sought.In freezing waters,a cuddly warmth.I try to resist,but tears drop.Yet hope persists,among cadaver rot.Angelic beauty,could never so maul.Bless me once again,O dear Lord!

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Okay folks,The artiste in me presents, 'le gala de magnifique'. Ladies and gentlemen, please feast your eyes:

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Okies people,A friend of a friend of mine has made this cute little website something on the lines of orkut.....well haven't really put it under the microscope yet, but it seemed decent and by what I have heard, apparently the photo security feature prevents anyone from copying and saving profile pictures! So you know what to do....go check it out!www.trendsup.com

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Got this great piece from here.

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If you could hear the way my heart beatsIf you could listen to what my eyes sayIf you could feel the way that I feelIf you could make my soul swayIf you could reveal the desires within youIf you could forget what others sayIf you could be more passionate about meIf you could just believe what mayIf you could live right in the momentIf you could somehow pave the wayIf you could sense the evil

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Hey people, Well, right now I am relishing the beautiful life at home and as my soul is not far removed from art, I decided to help my mum with some decorative items she was making. We had lots of old wedding invitation cards at our disposal and I must say I was pleased with the outcome.....please do give your comments too:

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Eyes burning with passion,lips sedated;mind slave of fashion,heart confiscated.Swaggering catwalk,feline smile;lusty buttocks,alluring canines.Revealing jagger,empress of time;concealed dagger,beauty divine.Sweet juicy candies,eternal lure;innocent bystander,lovingly yours.Hellish mischief,upon a humble pawn;agonising pleasure,does fate demand.Invigorate thy amore,feast upon mine;but torment me

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Clouds dark in the horizondarker abovepersistent darknesss envelopingwithin and withoutnothing obscureyet eyeballs searchingunsure of everythingbigtime blackholebursting to explodevile shards rippingbody and soulsuspended midairbut free to goear-splitting scary droneand everywhere alone.

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THE ARCHANGELBlessed are those peopleand merry are their days‘cause handpicked they areby God’s own graceto dwell with angelsand drink divine winebasking in his gloryplaying in the ‘waterfall’ of life.But beware mere mortals!as things this good never lastwretched will be the hourand broken thy heartwhen the archangelspreads out her wingsand just swoops past,leaving you aghast.So capture in your

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There's an animal inside me. An animal that I feel I have been carrying for a long time. An animal that lies dormant, almost comatose, listening and waiting for me to provide it with a chance to manifest itself. I have to heed its calls and satisfy its hunger for if I don't, it starts eating me from within. And from experience, I have learnt that thats a situation I don't want to be in. All I can

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                                        -Sandeep DhallYe nature, how were you created ?You never said a word about it;We play in your lap from birth to death,But never come to know about it!Did God ever cite to you,How you would be;Nature outside and nature within,You never stop changing.Annals of history say,Nature doth change in human;But what I see today,Is so inhuman!He smiles at some ,To

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                                         -Sandeep DhallPlease Mama, I want to go to school,Oh! Son but its really soon.I said these words when I was a kid…Looking at my seniors go to school,Laughing, taking, discussing and what not did they do;With their friends always on their side,Even I did feel that sense of security at every point.The school as an element,And the stories about students,

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Hey there,For all those people who are going ga-ga over my simple moronic verses...I present the work of a pro(if he choses to be). Beautiful lines from the heart and mind of an even more beautiful soul...the poems of my dear friend-Sandeep Dhall:A WORD BETWEEN THE TWO ……                                                  -Sandeep DhallWhen I look back the pages of 2002,I still remember the day

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you check your orkut scrapbook every other minute from two different links for new scraps, even though you know that the Gtalk client you are logged onto will intimate you when, if ever, you get a scrapbook entry.you publicly jump up and down with excitement when you think about someone you know.you lie down so still that you actually hear your heart and think about the reasons why you were just

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I've changed. Lets face the fact. I am not that cute, chubby, mama's pet kinda boy no more. Well at least, most of me is not. Though I have people complaining left and right about it but I believe at some level they too are glad because in the bigger picture, that's what is supposed to happen. Come to think of it, its quite similar to that of an insect in terms of the fact that both of our

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I open my eyesand they seeyour heart rifewith deception and vice.I allow my earsand they hearyour sweetened lieswhich I now fear.I try to breathein the foul airreeking withyour sounds of despair.My lips yearnto break freeto be able to revealthe real me.My heart beatsin the scathing heatcraving fordesires unfulfilled.My hands reach outtrying to sneak outfrom this cage of yoursthat I am imprisoned

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Hey people...A very happy though belated Valentine's Day to all!Though it seems to be so cliche, I desperately wanted to put up a so-called 'love poem' here on V-day. However a big occupational hazard with this side of the moon is that these things just come to you, you can't call it. Elaborating using my English teacher's words: "This is the time when Muse decides to descend upon you." You just

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