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href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>86</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-7139574625992515414</id><published>2012-02-16T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-16T20:17:07.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Here feeling so down</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Here feeling so down&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Knowing you won't be around&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;In the rain all alone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;Facing the world on my own&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;I pushed you away&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;" /&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="background-color: white; display: inline; font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;But I wanted you to stay&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm here all by myself&lt;br /&gt;Because now you're with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;A girl here with a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Been crying since the day we part&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I didn't want you to go&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know&lt;br /&gt;When we kissed I still feel it on my lips&lt;br /&gt;I still hear you in my dreams saying you love me&lt;br /&gt;I still feel your hands entwined with mine&lt;br /&gt;I miss when we were together everything was fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at our picture and cry myself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;My tears so sad they also weep&lt;br /&gt;I still listen to our song&lt;br /&gt;Reminds me of the times we were strong&lt;br /&gt;My heart feels so sad and blue&lt;br /&gt;I hate myself for losing you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-7139574625992515414?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/7139574625992515414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2012/02/here-feeling-so-down.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/7139574625992515414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/7139574625992515414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2012/02/here-feeling-so-down.html' title='Here feeling so down'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-2302651820429592092</id><published>2012-01-28T08:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-28T08:38:42.804-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Maya Angelou'/><title type='text'>I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The free bird leaps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;on the back of the win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and floats downstream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;till the current ends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and dips his wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;in the orange sun rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and dares to claim the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But a bird that stalks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;down his narrow cage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;can seldom see through&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;his bars of rage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;his wings are clipped and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;his feet are tied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;so he opens his throat to sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The caged bird sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;with fearful trill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;of the things unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;but longed for still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and is tune is heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;on the distant hillfor the caged bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;sings of freedom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The free bird thinks of another breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;an the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="kLink" href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-know-why-the-caged-bird-sings/#" id="KonaLink0" style="background-attachment: initial !important; background-clip: initial !important; background-image: none !important; background-origin: initial !important; border-bottom-color: transparent !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-image: initial !important; border-left-color: transparent !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-color: transparent !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-color: transparent !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; bottom: 0px; color: blue; cursor: pointer; display: inline !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: 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border-bottom-width: 1px; border-left-color: initial !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-width: 0px !important; display: inline !important; float: none !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; padding-bottom: 1px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-top: 0px !important; position: static; width: auto !important;"&gt;trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and the fat worms waiting on a dawn-bright lawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and he names the sky his own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;his wings are clipped and his feet are tied&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;so he opens his throat to sing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;The caged bird sings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;with a fearful trill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;of things unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;but longed for still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;and his tune is heard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;on the distant hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;for the caged bird&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;" /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;sings of freedom.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-2302651820429592092?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/2302651820429592092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2012/01/i-know-why-caged-bird-sings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/2302651820429592092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="content" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.6em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;The personality trait most associated with brown eyes is intelligence, according to a survey of U.S. women ages 16 to 35. Besides intelligence (34 percent), brown eyes also convey trustworthiness (16 percent) and kindness (13 percent), said respondents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.6em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;Blue-eyed people are seen to exude sweetness (42 percent), sexiness (21 percent), and kindness (10 percent). And green eyes are associated with sexiness (29 percent), creativity (25 percent) and deviousness (20 percent).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 1.6em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;Sixty percent of the respondents said they'd like to change their eye color, with 27 percent choosing green. Then came amethyst (26 percent) and blue (18 percent). Turquoise, gray, honey and brown were the next choices, in that order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="last" style="margin-bottom: 1.6em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;The 2002 survey was conducted by CyberPulse and commissioned by FreshLook. —&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.allaboutvision.com/masthead-liz-segre.htm" style="color: #2272b5; font-weight: bold; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative; text-decoration: none;"&gt;L.S.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; position: relative;"&gt;&lt;br style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; 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type='text'>When Hope is Lost...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TVBYxEtEAyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9zImX0Xt-o4/s1600/325665-7113-30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TVBYxEtEAyI/AAAAAAAAAeM/9zImX0Xt-o4/s320/325665-7113-30.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5571050339156886306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;Hope is almost always,&lt;br /&gt;A companion of a good heart.&lt;br /&gt;A heart that pours in seamlessly,&lt;br /&gt;And where reasoning is set free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That seems to know the equation&lt;br /&gt;Between action and reaction.&lt;br /&gt;Brimmed with patience, where&lt;br /&gt;You still believe that truth always wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says hopelessness is hopeless!&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless...&lt;br /&gt;Hopelessness is hopefulness in disguise...&lt;br /&gt;Hopefulness for the unexpected,&lt;br /&gt;Readiness to accept all that comes one's way,&lt;br /&gt;Expecting to take over the worst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about hopelessness is&lt;br /&gt;When it comes...&lt;br /&gt;There are no strings attached,&lt;br /&gt;It comes splashing in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO remind you about the practical&lt;br /&gt;Difference, between truth and reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teaching you a lesson&lt;br /&gt;That you got to keep learning&lt;br /&gt;Each step, every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams would be "simply" imaginations,&lt;br /&gt;As most of them always are!&lt;br /&gt;That aspirations, emotions&lt;br /&gt;And the "very" hope&lt;br /&gt;That are ALL invisible entities,&lt;br /&gt;Cannot choose to have visible repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that brains would create&lt;br /&gt;Far more ripples and always win&lt;br /&gt;Over heart and soul...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When hope is lost&lt;br /&gt;Everything is lost&lt;br /&gt;So, then there is nothing precious&lt;br /&gt;To lose thereafter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rendering an empty heart,&lt;br /&gt;With no fluttering.&lt;br /&gt;And a soulless soul,&lt;br /&gt;With no life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting...&lt;br /&gt;Just for the sequence of destined events.&lt;br /&gt;To re-occur time and again...&lt;br /&gt;With no hope or perhaps a 'new' hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-6549540494286497621?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/6549540494286497621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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tickles your senses.&lt;br /&gt;Taken by the arrow of Eros&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how this could be Love.&lt;br /&gt;For mere feelings&lt;br /&gt;like thief in the night.&lt;br /&gt;This must be LOVE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span   &gt;By:-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isnare.com/?s=author&amp;amp;a=Juan+Paolo+Lising" class="biggerlink" style="text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span &gt;Juan Paolo Lising&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--google_ad_client = "ca-pub-3624043636504897";/* 20110609 */google_ad_slot = "6692046168";google_ad_width = 728;google_ad_height = 90;//--&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;let all the moments in life entwine&lt;br /&gt;let me grow a little more wise&lt;br /&gt;lend me your hand when I fall and rise&lt;br /&gt;then this world would be a true paradise&lt;br /&gt;let me see what else I am upto&lt;br /&gt;It's just not on this day I want to say I love you&lt;br /&gt;everyday I would love toï¿½&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://affiliate.go-easy-money.com/affiliate/scripts/banner.php?a_aid=ef26d77a&amp;amp;a_bid=6895592d"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-3437853137350199836?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/3437853137350199836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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cant stay.&lt;br /&gt;holding me tight and cuddling with me,&lt;br /&gt;in your arms is where I'm meant to be.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my head and going insane,&lt;br /&gt;but from all these fights what is there to gain?&lt;br /&gt;a torn soul and a broken heart,&lt;br /&gt;that's what we'll get from being apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://affiliate.go-easy-money.com/affiliate/scripts/banner.php?a_aid=ef26d77a&amp;amp;a_bid=6895592d"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-4493223126584360743?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/4493223126584360743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/torn-souls.html#comment-form' title='3 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type='html'>Deep, Deep inside of your heart&lt;br /&gt;There is a weight that still needs to be lifted&lt;br /&gt;You covered it up, but the pain never stopped&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish that you would just listen&lt;br /&gt;Deep, Deep inside of yourself&lt;br /&gt;There is a soul starving for some affection&lt;br /&gt;Been waiting for years,And the time passes by all you ever wanted was to fit in&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote you this song, I hope that you like it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you light up my life and I know you can fight this&lt;br /&gt;You're the most beautiful girl in the world,And I wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;Constantly waiting for life&lt;br /&gt;The start of love that surrounds it&lt;br /&gt;If you only looked right by your side&lt;br /&gt;You'll find that it never had left you&lt;br /&gt;Live through so much,&lt;br /&gt;And seen so many things through your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you could just see&lt;br /&gt;If it were up to me I would construct a key to your heart&lt;br /&gt;And finally set you free&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote you this song,&lt;br /&gt;I hope that you like it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you light up my life and I know you can fight this&lt;br /&gt;You're the most beautiful girl in the world,&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted you to know&lt;br /&gt;You came calling, You've got no reason to hide&lt;br /&gt;You're so lovely, built with a beautiful mind&lt;br /&gt;(You came calling, You've got no reason to hideYou're so lovely, built with a beautiful mind)&lt;br /&gt;We will run and when will you relized your so special&lt;br /&gt;(You came calling, You've got no reason to hideYou're so lovely, built with a beautiful mind)You're so Beautiful to me dear&lt;br /&gt;You came calling, You've got no reason to hide&lt;br /&gt;(We will run and when will you relize your so special to me)&lt;br /&gt;You're so lovely, built with a beautiful mind&lt;br /&gt;(You're so Beautiful to me dear)&lt;br /&gt;Built with a Beautiful mind,Built with a Beautiful mind,&lt;br /&gt;So I wrote you this song, I hope that you like it&lt;br /&gt;Cause you light up my life and I know you can fight this&lt;br /&gt;You're the most beautiful girl in the world,&lt;br /&gt;And I wanted you to know&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-5061511998213688826?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/5061511998213688826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/wanted-to-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/5061511998213688826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/5061511998213688826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/wanted-to-know.html' title='Wanted to know!'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-4014506868862383503</id><published>2010-04-20T00:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T00:50:50.969-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Urdu Poetry! (A Beautiful Poem Posted By My Friend)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S81ctPXvQGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cr4S4ty59vU/s1600/26419_415886316803_375163461803_5254099_7899781_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 234px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462123855360245858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S81ctPXvQGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cr4S4ty59vU/s320/26419_415886316803_375163461803_5254099_7899781_n.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chand ki simt nazar jaye to kya hota hai?&lt;br /&gt;Rat kisi ki yaad mein guzar jaye to kya hota hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitni masoom ada se wo mujhe pochta hai&lt;br /&gt;Jab koi dil mein utar jaye to kya hota hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mere Allah tu faqt itna bata de usko&lt;br /&gt;Admi jeete ji mar jaye to kya hota hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Koi anjan se shaks ka kisi pichle pehar&lt;br /&gt;Aks ankhon mein thehr jaye tu kya hota hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dard de k mujhe wo hansta raha or bola&lt;br /&gt;Dard jab had se guzar jaye tu kya hota hai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-4014506868862383503?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/4014506868862383503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/urdu-poetry-beautiful-poem-posted-by-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/4014506868862383503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/4014506868862383503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/urdu-poetry-beautiful-poem-posted-by-my.html' title='Urdu Poetry! (A Beautiful Poem Posted By My Friend)'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S81ctPXvQGI/AAAAAAAAAZM/cr4S4ty59vU/s72-c/26419_415886316803_375163461803_5254099_7899781_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-3517120279777841595</id><published>2010-04-18T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:38:34.929-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by Just Dee'/><title type='text'>Looking back I lived a lie</title><content type='html'>Feelings of despair&lt;br /&gt;Wanting to die&lt;br /&gt;Fear crept deep within&lt;br /&gt;This world didn't care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind kept me from knowing truthfully&lt;br /&gt;I knew no love for myself&lt;br /&gt;If unhidden there is beauty&lt;br /&gt;In the person hidden inside&lt;br /&gt;In a heart there is wealth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden truth kept me from living&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I now live&lt;br /&gt;Hidden truth kept me from giving&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, I now see&lt;br /&gt;It is better to give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken thoughts of childhood dreams&lt;br /&gt;I was so broken by this walk&lt;br /&gt;Yet nothing is as it seems&lt;br /&gt;When truth is hidden&lt;br /&gt;Now I live, now I talk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give yourself to the truth of you&lt;br /&gt;The rest is all a lie&lt;br /&gt;You are special, this is true&lt;br /&gt;You are worth this life&lt;br /&gt;Don't let life pass you by&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-4182447419505466094</id><published>2010-04-18T23:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T23:32:29.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Words!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8v46cY2jQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/RszLvaLQhGU/s1600/head.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461732656053390594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8v46cY2jQI/AAAAAAAAAY8/RszLvaLQhGU/s320/head.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Words unspoken&lt;br /&gt;But Strangely Felt&lt;br /&gt;As Confusing as it may seem&lt;br /&gt;In search for this hidden meaning... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-4182447419505466094?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/4182447419505466094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/unspoken-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/4182447419505466094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/4182447419505466094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8rQxThTENI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WQXkPHRldCw/s1600/alone-in-rain.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 218px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461407043612250322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8rQxThTENI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WQXkPHRldCw/s320/alone-in-rain.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I'm out walking&lt;br /&gt;in the cold rain,&lt;br /&gt;I see other peoples faces&lt;br /&gt;some happy, some in pain&lt;br /&gt;I look closer...&lt;br /&gt;with a whimper I hear&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if it's the rain or really a tear?&lt;br /&gt;Do people like the rain so much&lt;br /&gt;as a way to hide their crying?&lt;br /&gt;Because of all the pain inside&lt;br /&gt;that makes them feel like dying&lt;br /&gt;So whenever I'm out in the cold rain&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes find myself thinking&lt;br /&gt;about all the pain this world is in...&lt;br /&gt;and the people stay smile... sadly they sinking&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-5902629605555111536?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/5902629605555111536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-im-out-walking-in-rain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/5902629605555111536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/5902629605555111536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/when-im-out-walking-in-rain.html' title='When I&apos;m out walking in Rain'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8rQxThTENI/AAAAAAAAAY0/WQXkPHRldCw/s72-c/alone-in-rain.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-6999900867339154406</id><published>2010-04-18T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:22:02.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>inside my room</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8rPGEP-DII/AAAAAAAAAYs/kHv0Q5e_u0U/s1600/Untitled.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 215px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461405201267035266" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8rPGEP-DII/AAAAAAAAAYs/kHv0Q5e_u0U/s320/Untitled.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It's a night like any other night of my life...under my darkness room&lt;br /&gt;feelling alone take me out of this wourld...and the sadness dominate my heart&lt;br /&gt;the suffering make me cry...and my mind go to think&lt;br /&gt;why we become like that ?&lt;br /&gt;why i always feel pain ?&lt;br /&gt;I lost some thing very important for me...maybe more...&lt;br /&gt;what should i do ?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know...&lt;br /&gt;and u...what do u missing in this life ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-6999900867339154406?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/6999900867339154406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/inside-my-room.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/6999900867339154406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/6999900867339154406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/inside-my-room.html' title='inside my room'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8rPGEP-DII/AAAAAAAAAYs/kHv0Q5e_u0U/s72-c/Untitled.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-5343619317275941691</id><published>2010-04-18T02:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T02:17:47.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish you could!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8rOHxouOwI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DH6gfonaFbA/s1600/2409690303_4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5461404131118693122" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8rOHxouOwI/AAAAAAAAAYk/DH6gfonaFbA/s320/2409690303_4.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;...I wish you could hear my silent scream that goes on in my mind...&lt;br /&gt;...My heart, and my soul...&lt;br /&gt;...I never thought I'd say these words about you, But will you be there for me ?...&lt;br /&gt;...Will you Hope for me ?...&lt;br /&gt;...Will you Pray for me ?...&lt;br /&gt;...Cuz i Hope you know I'll always Hope and pray for you....!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;...that some day you could just hear me....!!!!...&lt;br /&gt;...These tainted words in Love songs just kill me On the inside ...&lt;br /&gt;...My Unhealed heart breaks into more and more Pieces...&lt;br /&gt;...Your sins are in Me .....&lt;br /&gt;... but I'll promise you... my heart n my soul and myself...&lt;br /&gt;...if i Just kiss my eyes and back to sleep...&lt;br /&gt;...I can see you in my dreams...&lt;br /&gt;...And even that ...see what they .....to you...&lt;br /&gt;...and now i wish to understand just why ????!!!!!!!!!!!!... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-5343619317275941691?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've known since I first met her,&lt;br /&gt;I love her oh so much,&lt;br /&gt;I long for her to love me,&lt;br /&gt;And to feel her gentle touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says that she still loves me,&lt;br /&gt;Yet just wants to be my friend,&lt;br /&gt;But I know that I'll still love her,&lt;br /&gt;Until the very end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could have her,&lt;br /&gt;As my very own,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess I had my chance,&lt;br /&gt;And I guess that chance was blown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This girl I love so very much,&lt;br /&gt;Means more to me than ever,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope deep down inside,&lt;br /&gt;That one day we'll be together.&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/8175156639227626122-4736644739629620199?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-1993147963492629956</id><published>2010-04-15T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:30:01.575-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='From azisco_2000'/><title type='text'>Some Beautiful Words!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="88311144" class="conversationItem 88311144" senderid="azisco_2000" msgtimestamp="1271323890"&gt; &lt;li&gt;&lt;p class="userText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The test of friendship doesn't come when u r together. It  comes when u part ways &amp;amp; u realize that despite the distance, the friendship  is still there... Friendship isn't how u forget but how u forgive, not how u  listen but how u understand, not what u see but how u feel, and not how u let go  but how u hold on!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div id="21200720" class="conversationItem 21200720" senderid="azisco_2000" msgtimestamp="1271324128"&gt;&lt;li&gt; &lt;p class="userText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;friendship is a silent gift of nature.. more old .. more  strong.. more deep.. more clear.. more close.. more warm.. less words.. more  understanding.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="userText" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;from fun ;"; ;/("v")"; /";"/ /;./ "v" './ %./ is not only made  for lovers;its also for friends who luv each other better than lovers!! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-1993147963492629956?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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2&lt;br /&gt;kutch bhul gaye kutch yaad raha&lt;br /&gt;kutch yaad raha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(jaan-e-wafa tujhko kya de&lt;br /&gt;dil keh raha hai dua de) - 2&lt;br /&gt;armaan bujhe hai sapne dhuaan hai&lt;br /&gt;mar mar ke hum toh zinda yaha hai&lt;br /&gt;bekhudi mein hum kho gaye&lt;br /&gt;phir judaa tujhse ho gaye&lt;br /&gt;chahat ka jahaan barbaad raha - 2&lt;br /&gt;kutch bhul gaye kutch yaad raha&lt;br /&gt;kutch yaad raha&lt;br /&gt;tere dard se dil aabad raha&lt;br /&gt;kutch bhul gaye kutch yaad raha&lt;br /&gt;kutch yaad raha - 3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-6215241385672529914?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/6215241385672529914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-6827143318581341693</id><published>2010-04-11T04:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T04:52:53.105-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by Angela Craig'/><title type='text'>I Still Miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8G4AI1pjyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ngO6AmlD0Ck/s1600/miss-you-gone.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 238px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458846535861767970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8G4AI1pjyI/AAAAAAAAAYY/ngO6AmlD0Ck/s320/miss-you-gone.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This yearning in my heart&lt;br /&gt;This confusion in my mind&lt;br /&gt;The words left unspoken&lt;br /&gt;Haunts me all the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I watch pass by&lt;br /&gt;With an emptiness in my life&lt;br /&gt;And a hole in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where only you belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are nights I wake up crying&lt;br /&gt;And wishing you were here&lt;br /&gt;To hold me in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And kiss away my tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is something that keeps me holding on -&lt;br /&gt;What I'll never know&lt;br /&gt;But one day things will go my way&lt;br /&gt;And I'll have you in my arms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-6827143318581341693?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/6827143318581341693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-still-miss-you.html#comment-form' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-239173282791712402</id><published>2010-04-11T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T04:26:50.529-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by Cassie Mitchell'/><title type='text'>You Meant So Much</title><content type='html'>You meant so much to all of us&lt;br /&gt;You were special and that's no lie&lt;br /&gt;You brightened up the darkest day&lt;br /&gt;And the cloudiest sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smile alone warmed hearts&lt;br /&gt;Your laugh was like music to hear&lt;br /&gt;I would give absolutely anything&lt;br /&gt;To have you well and standing near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not a second passes&lt;br /&gt;When you're not on our minds&lt;br /&gt;Your love we will never forget&lt;br /&gt;The hurt will ease in time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many tears I have seen and cried&lt;br /&gt;They have all poured out like rain&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are happy now&lt;br /&gt;And no longer in any pain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-239173282791712402?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/239173282791712402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-meant-so-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/239173282791712402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/239173282791712402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-meant-so-much.html' title='You Meant So 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/&gt;. . . is slow and steady.&lt;br /&gt;. . . can be angry at times.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is dependable and true.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is more precious than silver or gold.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is meant to be savored like fine wine.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is not perfect, much like we are not perfect.&lt;br /&gt;. . . does not hold grudges or demand perfection.&lt;br /&gt;. . . makes all the wrong things in life, right somehow.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is meant to be gulped like lemonade on a hot summer day.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is always there, through times of trial, happy times and hard times.&lt;br /&gt;. . . just happens, but once discovered, needs to be tended like a beautiful garden.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is a road to be traveled slowly, remembering the sights and sounds.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is strength when you are too weak to notice its there.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is a cherished moment of mutual understanding.&lt;br /&gt;. . . reaches into your heart and grabs a firm hold.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is a refreshing rain on a hot day.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is sunshine through the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;. . . cannot be forced or induced.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is relaxed and comfortable.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is a shoulder to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is an ear to whine to.&lt;br /&gt;. . . gets better with age.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is shared tears.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is shared pain.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is shared joy.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is shared.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is love.&lt;br /&gt;. . . is you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-1055648295264956303?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/1055648295264956303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/04/friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-2651908077136544349</id><published>2010-02-22T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T04:45:57.897-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Hurts'/><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8G2WUcePlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/JN2KItc8XEE/s1600/hurt62.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458844717911260754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8G2WUcePlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/JN2KItc8XEE/s320/hurt62.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You told me that you loved me&lt;br /&gt;why did you leave me to cry in the cold&lt;br /&gt;you swore this time was different&lt;br /&gt;why does that line seem so old&lt;br /&gt;You told me I was the only one&lt;br /&gt;who could make you feel that way&lt;br /&gt;you told me that you cared about me&lt;br /&gt;so why didnt you stay&lt;br /&gt;All the nights you laid with me&lt;br /&gt;alone in the dark in my bed&lt;br /&gt;now I finally realize&lt;br /&gt;you were just messing with my head&lt;br /&gt;Love is such a powerful word&lt;br /&gt;a word people often misuse&lt;br /&gt;something they take for granted&lt;br /&gt;something they beat and abuse&lt;br /&gt;My wounds run deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;there's blood all over the place&lt;br /&gt;I think I’ve really lost it this time&lt;br /&gt;Im ashamed to show my face&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-2651908077136544349?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/2651908077136544349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-hurts.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/2651908077136544349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/2651908077136544349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/02/love-hurts.html' title='Love Hurts'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8G2WUcePlI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/JN2KItc8XEE/s72-c/hurt62.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-6774977125546172627</id><published>2010-02-01T06:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T04:36:39.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Planted Worded Seeds!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8G0HLBNFRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/q5J7KvoJdnY/s1600/writing-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 256px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5458842258659677458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S8G0HLBNFRI/AAAAAAAAAYI/q5J7KvoJdnY/s320/writing-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I recall when I began writing&lt;br /&gt;Once upon a time&lt;br /&gt;While pouring out emotions&lt;br /&gt;Expressing in rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Poems watered by the tears&lt;br /&gt;Till they see the light&lt;br /&gt;I allow my emotions to flow&lt;br /&gt;As I continue to write&lt;br /&gt;With hope here in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Upon each new day&lt;br /&gt;I have patiently persevered&lt;br /&gt;Each step of the way&lt;br /&gt;Love planted worded seeds&lt;br /&gt;To spread and grow&lt;br /&gt;Hoping poetry buds blossom&lt;br /&gt;With everlasting glow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-6774977125546172627?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/6774977125546172627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-recall-when-i-began-writing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/6774977125546172627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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special!!!</title><content type='html'>4 sum 1 special who has made all the difference in my life u r different from  any1 I’ve ever met b4 &amp;amp; yet sum how there’s sum thing distinctly familiar  bout u, mayb its in the way ur eyes laugh so clearly or mayb it has sum thing 2  do with the warmth in ur heart, whatever it is it’s a reflection of ur beautiful  soul, I’ve never known any1 who understands or cares the way u do, I’ve been  through changes both good &amp;amp; bad &amp;amp; I’ve come 2 appreciate the worlds  beautiful people who keep laughter, luv and hope alive. U have a great gift and  that gift is urself. I’d like 2 thank u 4 choosing 2 share ur gift with me and  though no 1 person may b able 2 change the world I want u 2 know that u have  made a significant difference in my life &amp;amp; I appreciate U.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-2153461843035443364?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/2153461843035443364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-sum-1-special.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/2153461843035443364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/2153461843035443364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/02/4-sum-1-special.html' title='4 sum 1 special!!!'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-591793911205253214</id><published>2010-01-31T02:05:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T02:07:37.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love hurts !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2VWSqidfNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QRjQwRhoeEs/s1600-h/love-hurts-sparke-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 275px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2VWSqidfNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QRjQwRhoeEs/s400/love-hurts-sparke-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432843404148833490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love scars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love wounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Almost any heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Not tough or stong enough&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To take a lot of pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take a lot of pain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is like a cloud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Holds a lot of rain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love hurts ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, ooh love hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm young&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But even so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know a thing ot two&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I learned from you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really learned a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Really learned a lot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is like a flame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It burns you when it's hot&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love hurts ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, ooh love hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some fools think of happiness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blissfulness, togetherness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some fools fool themselves I guess &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They're not foolin' me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it isn't true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it isn't true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is just a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made to make you blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love hurts ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, ooh love hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, ooh love hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it isn't true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know it isn't true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love is just a lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Made to make you blue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love hurts ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, ooh love hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ooh, ooh love hurts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-591793911205253214?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/591793911205253214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-hurts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/591793911205253214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/591793911205253214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-hurts.html' title='Love hurts !!!'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2VWSqidfNI/AAAAAAAAAT4/QRjQwRhoeEs/s72-c/love-hurts-sparke-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-952866717093124931</id><published>2010-01-28T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:49:01.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For the first time in my Dismal Lie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2FrEv_ZyII/AAAAAAAAATg/GIufDlDEgrc/s1600-h/untitled.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2FrEv_ZyII/AAAAAAAAATg/GIufDlDEgrc/s400/untitled.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431740354931574914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-952866717093124931?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/952866717093124931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-first-time-in-my-dismal-lie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/952866717093124931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/952866717093124931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/for-first-time-in-my-dismal-lie.html' title='For the first time in my Dismal Lie!!!'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2FrEv_ZyII/AAAAAAAAATg/GIufDlDEgrc/s72-c/untitled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-7209947028742022833</id><published>2010-01-28T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:20:25.134-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day In Your Life!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2FkxhlMTvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WojFAFr_8as/s1600-h/poet1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2FkxhlMTvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WojFAFr_8as/s400/poet1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431733427576262386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-7209947028742022833?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/7209947028742022833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-in-your-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/7209947028742022833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/7209947028742022833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/day-in-your-life.html' title='A Day In Your Life!!!'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2FkxhlMTvI/AAAAAAAAATQ/WojFAFr_8as/s72-c/poet1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-8718511711813354003</id><published>2010-01-26T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T02:51:11.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>cage my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2FsEIhvaCI/AAAAAAAAATo/KXbU9gxVfHQ/s1600-h/heart+in+cage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 347px; height: 346px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2FsEIhvaCI/AAAAAAAAATo/KXbU9gxVfHQ/s400/heart+in+cage.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431741443849807906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cage my heart&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it doesn't break&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;close my mind&lt;br /&gt;so i can't think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hold my breath&lt;br /&gt;so screams are silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blind my eyes&lt;br /&gt;so loss is unseen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;build the walls of steel&lt;br /&gt;so they can't tumble down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and let me hide here&lt;br /&gt;so i don't have to feel&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-8718511711813354003?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/8718511711813354003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/cage-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/8718511711813354003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/8718511711813354003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/cage-my-heart.html' title='cage my heart'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/S2FsEIhvaCI/AAAAAAAAATo/KXbU9gxVfHQ/s72-c/heart+in+cage.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-8124327791722269958</id><published>2010-01-14T06:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:10:18.278-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by W.B Yeats'/><title type='text'>The Wild Swans at Coole!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;THE trees are in their autumn beauty,&lt;br /&gt;The woodland paths are dry,&lt;br /&gt;Under the October twilight the water&lt;br /&gt;Mirrors a still sky;&lt;br /&gt;Upon the brimming water among the stones&lt;br /&gt;Are nine-and-fifty Swans.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;The nineteenth autumn has come upon me&lt;br /&gt;Since I first made my count;&lt;br /&gt;I saw, before I had well finished,&lt;br /&gt;All suddenly mount&lt;br /&gt;And scatter wheeling in great broken rings&lt;br /&gt;Upon their clamorous wings.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,&lt;br /&gt;And now my heart is sore.&lt;br /&gt;All's changed since I, hearing at twilight,&lt;br /&gt;The first time on this shore,&lt;br /&gt;The bell-beat of their wings above my head,&lt;br /&gt;Trod with a lighter tread.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Unwearied still, lover by lover,&lt;br /&gt;They paddle in the cold&lt;br /&gt;Companionable streams or climb the air;&lt;br /&gt;Their hearts have not grown old;&lt;br /&gt;Passion or conquest, wander where they will,&lt;br /&gt;Attend upon them still.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;But now they drift on the still water,&lt;br /&gt;Mysterious, beautiful;&lt;br /&gt;Among what rushes will they build,&lt;br /&gt;By what lake's edge or pool&lt;br /&gt;Delight men's eyes when I awake some day&lt;br /&gt;To find they have flown away?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-8124327791722269958?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/8124327791722269958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/wild-swans-at-coole.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/8124327791722269958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/8124327791722269958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/wild-swans-at-coole.html' title='The Wild Swans at Coole!!!'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-449043248268582379</id><published>2010-01-14T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T06:08:04.601-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by W.B Yeats'/><title type='text'>The Second Coming</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Turning and turning in the widening gyre&lt;br /&gt;The falcon cannot hear the falconer;&lt;br /&gt;Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;&lt;br /&gt;Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,&lt;br /&gt;The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony of innocence is drowned;&lt;br /&gt;The best lack all conviction, while the worst&lt;br /&gt;Are full of passionate intensity.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Surely some revelation is at hand;&lt;br /&gt;Surely the Second Coming is at hand.&lt;br /&gt;The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out&lt;br /&gt;When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi&lt;br /&gt;Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert&lt;br /&gt;A shape with lion body and the head of a man,&lt;br /&gt;A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it&lt;br /&gt;Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness drops again; but now I know&lt;br /&gt;That twenty centuries of stony sleep&lt;br /&gt;Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,&lt;br /&gt;And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,&lt;br /&gt;Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-449043248268582379?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/449043248268582379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-coming.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/449043248268582379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/449043248268582379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/second-coming.html' title='The Second Coming'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-1832258387837367851</id><published>2010-01-14T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T05:57:15.240-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By William Blake'/><title type='text'>Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;The sun descending in the west,&lt;br /&gt;The evening star does shine;&lt;br /&gt;The birds are silent in their nest,&lt;br /&gt;And I must seek for mine.&lt;br /&gt;The moon like a flower&lt;br /&gt;In heaven's high bower,&lt;br /&gt;With silent delight&lt;br /&gt;Sits and smiles on the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Farewell, green fields and happy groves,&lt;br /&gt;Where flocks have took delight.&lt;br /&gt;Where lambs have nibbled, silent moves&lt;br /&gt;The feet of angels bright;&lt;br /&gt;Unseen they pour blessing&lt;br /&gt;And joy without ceasing,&lt;br /&gt;On each bud and blossom,&lt;br /&gt;And each sleeping bosom.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;They look in every thoughtless nest,&lt;br /&gt;Where birds are cover'd warm;&lt;br /&gt;They visit caves of every beast,&lt;br /&gt;To keep them all from harm.&lt;br /&gt;If they see any weeping&lt;br /&gt;That should have been sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;They pour sleep on their head,&lt;br /&gt;And sit down by their bed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;When wolves and tygers howl for prey,&lt;br /&gt;They pitying stand and weep;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking to drive their thirst away,&lt;br /&gt;And keep them from the sheep;&lt;br /&gt;But if they rush dreadful,&lt;br /&gt;The angels, most heedful,&lt;br /&gt;Receive each mild spirit,&lt;br /&gt;New worlds to inherit.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;And there the lion's ruddy eyes&lt;br /&gt;Shall flow with tears of gold,&lt;br /&gt;And pitying the tender cries,&lt;br /&gt;And walking round the fold,&lt;br /&gt;Saying ``Wrath, by his meekness,&lt;br /&gt;And by his health, sickness&lt;br /&gt;Is driven away&lt;br /&gt;From our immortal day.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;`And now beside thee, bleating lamb,&lt;br /&gt;I can lie down and sleep;&lt;br /&gt;Or think on him who bore thy name,&lt;br /&gt;Graze after thee and weep.&lt;br /&gt;For, wash'd in life's river,&lt;br /&gt;My bright mane for ever&lt;br /&gt;Shall shine like the gold&lt;br /&gt;As I guard o'er the fold.''&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-1832258387837367851?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/1832258387837367851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/1832258387837367851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/1832258387837367851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/night.html' title='Night'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-1906791517717440941</id><published>2010-01-14T05:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T05:55:59.965-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By William Blake'/><title type='text'>On Anothers Sorrow !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif; font-size: 14px; border-collapse: collapse; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;p align="center" class="Subheading" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Can I see another's woe,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;And not be in sorrow too?&lt;br /&gt;Can I see another's grief,&lt;br /&gt;And not seek for kind relief?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Can I see a falling tear,&lt;br /&gt;And not feel my sorrow's share?&lt;br /&gt;Can a father see his child&lt;br /&gt;Weep, nor be with sorrow fill'd?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Can a mother sit and hear&lt;br /&gt;An infant groan an infant fear?&lt;br /&gt;No, no! never can it be!&lt;br /&gt;Never, never can it be!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;And can he who smiles on all&lt;br /&gt;Hear the wren with sorrows small,&lt;br /&gt;Hear the small bird's grief &amp;amp; care,&lt;br /&gt;Hear the woes that infants bear,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;And not sit beside the nest,&lt;br /&gt;Pouring pity in their breast;&lt;br /&gt;And not sit the cradle near,&lt;br /&gt;Weeping tear on infant's tear;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;And not sit both night &amp;amp; day,&lt;br /&gt;Wiping all our tears away?&lt;br /&gt;O, no! never can it be!&lt;br /&gt;Never, never can it be!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;He doth give his joy to all;&lt;br /&gt;He becomes an infant small;&lt;br /&gt;He becomes a man of woe;&lt;br /&gt;He doth feel the sorrow too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;Think not thou canst sigh a sigh&lt;br /&gt;And thy maker is not by;&lt;br /&gt;Think not thou canst weep a tear&lt;br /&gt;And thy maker is not near.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 20px; font: normal normal normal 14px/20px Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif !important; color: rgb(51, 51, 51) !important; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;O! he gives to us his joy&lt;br /&gt;That our grief he may destroy;&lt;br /&gt;Till our grief is fled &amp;amp; gone&lt;br /&gt;He doth sit by us and moan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-1906791517717440941?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/1906791517717440941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-anothers-sorrow.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/1906791517717440941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/1906791517717440941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2010/01/on-anothers-sorrow.html' title='On Anothers Sorrow !!!'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-3867368004055775797</id><published>2009-12-24T00:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T00:54:39.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='By Wasi Shah'/><title type='text'>Kangan!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/SzMrPDT8lRI/AAAAAAAAASo/uHBWk_rSAVM/s1600-h/Kangan1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 335px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/SzMrPDT8lRI/AAAAAAAAASo/uHBWk_rSAVM/s400/Kangan1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418722314243839250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A Beautiful Poem written by Wasi Shah. The most famous and heart-touching poem by wasi...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-3867368004055775797?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/3867368004055775797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/12/kangan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/3867368004055775797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/3867368004055775797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/12/kangan.html' title='Kangan!!!'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/SzMrPDT8lRI/AAAAAAAAASo/uHBWk_rSAVM/s72-c/Kangan1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-5251200283388438001</id><published>2009-11-24T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:41:50.587-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart'/><title type='text'>A Beautiful Quote from Choice of my Friend!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nor both together go to the making of genius. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, love, love, that is the soul of genius. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3624043636504897"; /* 300x250, created 11/30/09 */ google_ad_slot = "5952603754"; google_ad_width = 300; google_ad_height = 250; //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-5251200283388438001?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/5251200283388438001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/beautiful-quote.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/5251200283388438001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/5251200283388438001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/beautiful-quote.html' title='A Beautiful Quote from Choice of my Friend!!!'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-5209919991759045830</id><published>2009-11-23T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T06:21:17.590-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by William Wordsworth'/><title type='text'>A Complaint</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 14px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;There is a change--and I am poor;&lt;br /&gt;Your love hath been, nor long ago,&lt;br /&gt;A fountain at my fond heart's &lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-complaint/#" class="kLink" target="undefined" id="KonaLink1" style="text-decoration: underline !important; color: blue !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; cursor: pointer; font-family: verdana; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-top-color: transparent !important; border-right-color: transparent !important; border-bottom-color: transparent !important; border-left-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-repeat: initial !important; background-attachment: initial !important; -webkit-background-clip: initial !important; -webkit-background-origin: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px !important; padding-right: 0px !important; padding-bottom: 0px !important; padding-left: 0px !important; text-transform: none !important; display: inline !important; font-variant: normal; top: 0px; right: 0px; bottom: 0px; left: 0px; position: static; background-position: initial initial !important; "&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue !important; font-family: Arial; font-weight: normal; font-size: 14px; position: static; color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="border-top-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-top-color: initial !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-left-color: initial !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-right-color: initial !important; border-bottom-width: 1px; 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Shall I dare to tell?&lt;br /&gt;A comfortless and hidden well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A well of love--it may be deep--&lt;br /&gt;I trust it is,--and never dry:&lt;br /&gt;What matter? If the &lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-complaint/#" class="kLink" target="undefined" id="KonaLink2" style="text-decoration: underline !important; color: blue !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; cursor: pointer; font-family: verdana; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-top-color: transparent !important; border-right-color: transparent !important; border-bottom-color: transparent !important; border-left-color: transparent !important; background-image: none !important; background-repeat: initial !important; background-attachment: initial !important; -webkit-background-clip: initial !important; -webkit-background-origin: initial !important; background-color: transparent !important; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-7438618600276903906</id><published>2009-11-23T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:42:24.632-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='William Shakespeare'/><title type='text'>Sonnet 138: When my love swears that she is made of truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:Arial;font-size:14px;"&gt;When my love swears that she is made of truth&lt;br /&gt;I do believe her, though I know she lies,&lt;br /&gt;That she might think me some untutored youth,&lt;br /&gt;Unlearnèd in the world's false subtleties.&lt;br /&gt;Thus vainly thinking that she thinks me young,&lt;br /&gt;Although she knows my days are past the best,&lt;br /&gt;Simply I credit her false-speaking tongue;&lt;br /&gt;On both sides thus is simple truth suppressed.&lt;br /&gt;But wherefore says she not she is unjust?&lt;br /&gt;And wherefore say not I that I am old?&lt;br /&gt;O, love's best habit is in seeming trust,&lt;br /&gt;And age in love, loves not to have years told.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I lie with her, and she with me,&lt;br /&gt;And in our faults by lies we flattered be. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: -webkit-xxx-large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3624043636504897"; /* 300x250, created 11/30/09 */ google_ad_slot = "5952603754"; google_ad_width = 300; google_ad_height = 250; //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" 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Roman;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,&lt;br /&gt;    Alone and palely loitering?&lt;br /&gt;The sedge has withered from the lake,&lt;br /&gt;    And no birds sing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh what can ail thee, knight-at-arms,&lt;br /&gt;    So haggard and so woe-begone?&lt;br /&gt;The squirrel's granary is full,&lt;br /&gt;    And the harvest's done.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I see a lily on thy brow,&lt;br /&gt;    With anguish moist and fever-dew,&lt;br /&gt;And on thy cheeks a fading rose&lt;br /&gt;    Fast withereth too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;I met a lady in the meads,&lt;br /&gt;    Full beautiful - a faery's child,&lt;br /&gt;Her hair was long, her foot was light,&lt;br /&gt;    And her eyes were wild.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I made a garland for her head,&lt;br /&gt;    And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;&lt;br /&gt;She looked at me as she did love,&lt;br /&gt;    And made sweet moan.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I set her on my pacing steed,&lt;br /&gt;    And nothing else saw all day long,&lt;br /&gt;For sidelong would she bend, and sing&lt;br /&gt;    A faery's song.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She found me roots of relish sweet,&lt;br /&gt;    And honey wild, and manna-dew,&lt;br /&gt;And sure in language strange she said -&lt;br /&gt;    'I love thee true'.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She took me to her elfin grot,&lt;br /&gt;    And there she wept and sighed full sore,&lt;br /&gt;And there I shut her wild wild eyes&lt;br /&gt;    With kisses four.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And there she lulled me asleep&lt;br /&gt;    And there I dreamed - Ah! woe betide! -&lt;br /&gt;The latest dream I ever dreamt&lt;br /&gt;    On the cold hill side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw pale kings and princes too,&lt;br /&gt;    Pale warriors, death-pale were they all;&lt;br /&gt;They cried - 'La Belle Dame sans Merci&lt;br /&gt;    Hath thee in thrall!'&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I saw their starved lips in the gloam,&lt;br /&gt;    With horrid warning gaped wide,&lt;br /&gt;And I awoke and found me here,&lt;br /&gt;    On the cold hill's side.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And this is why I sojourn here&lt;br /&gt;    Alone and palely loitering,&lt;br /&gt;Though the sedge is withered from the lake,&lt;br /&gt;    And no birds sing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-2784271269723590677?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/2784271269723590677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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end.&lt;br /&gt;I was angry with my foe:&lt;br /&gt;I told it not, my wrath did grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I watered it in fears,&lt;br /&gt;Night and morning with my tears;&lt;br /&gt;And I sunned it with smiles,&lt;br /&gt;And with soft deceitful wiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it grew both day and night,&lt;br /&gt;Till it bore an apple bright.&lt;br /&gt;And my foe beheld it shine.&lt;br /&gt;And he knew that it was mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And into my &lt;a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-poison-tree/#" class="kLink" target="undefined" id="KonaLink1" style="text-decoration: underline !important; color: blue !important; border-bottom-style: none !important; cursor: pointer; font-family: verdana; border-top-width: 0px !important; border-right-width: 0px !important; border-bottom-width: 0px !important; border-left-width: 0px !important; border-top-style: none !important; border-right-style: none !important; border-left-style: none !important; border-top-color: 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relative; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; stole&lt;br /&gt;When the night had veiled the pole;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning glad I see&lt;br /&gt;My foe outstretched beneath the tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: monospace; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!-- google_ad_client = "pub-3624043636504897"; /* 300x250, created 11/30/09 */ google_ad_slot = "5952603754"; google_ad_width = 300; google_ad_height = 250; //--&gt; &lt;/script&gt; &lt;script type="text/javascript" src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt; &lt;/script&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-7745320756538517015?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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Bichhadne Ka Kabhie Dar Na Ho&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi Khatam Apna Safar Na Ho.&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/8175156639227626122-4653203246305049143?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/4653203246305049143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/kabhi-yun-bhi-aa-meri-aankh-mein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/4653203246305049143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/4653203246305049143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/kabhi-yun-bhi-aa-meri-aankh-mein.html' title='Kabhi Yun Bhi Aa Meri Aankh Mein,'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-5522046792883170351</id><published>2009-11-09T06:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T06:18:50.736-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by Lucretia Bailey'/><title type='text'>Fingers Playing Piano Forte</title><content type='html'>If only I could find the words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To whisper in your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music of my heart undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever far or near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering the chord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers playing pianoforte&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if in deceptive cadence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of impressionistic consort&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind welcomes da capo-dolce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my heart soar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembrance of the music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bows crossing with appassionato flare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating desired andante&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In which within tempo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is sometimes hard to bear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often there are phrases&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My young soul wants to play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although experience forces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fermata&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear of making grave mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albeit, I keep asking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Must I keep my muse at bay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I could play the song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gently upon your ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music of my heart undone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever far or near.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-5522046792883170351?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/5522046792883170351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/fingers-playing-piano-forte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/5522046792883170351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/5522046792883170351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/fingers-playing-piano-forte.html' title='Fingers Playing Piano Forte'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-2992379080991730556</id><published>2009-11-09T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:36:01.985-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by A. Aloysius Shorter'/><title type='text'>My Broken Heart</title><content type='html'>A broken heart is what I feel&lt;br /&gt;It leads to flowing tears&lt;br /&gt;The sorrow from this loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Gives way to deeper fears&lt;br /&gt;I hurt inside from losing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm often asking why?&lt;br /&gt;How could this end so suddenly?&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I could die&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't very long ago&lt;br /&gt;That you and I embraced&lt;br /&gt;It feels like only yesterday&lt;br /&gt;And now my soul's displaced&lt;br /&gt;I'm trying to find a peaceful thought&lt;br /&gt;Where you and I were strong&lt;br /&gt;But in the absence of your love&lt;br /&gt;My happiness has gone&lt;br /&gt;For all the times we've laughed, we've hugged&lt;br /&gt;And all the times we've kissed&lt;br /&gt;For all the times we've made sweet love&lt;br /&gt;Your touch is what I've missed&lt;br /&gt;I truly hope there comes a day&lt;br /&gt;When love will reunite&lt;br /&gt;I'll wipe away these lonely tears&lt;br /&gt;I cry throughout the night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-2992379080991730556?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/2992379080991730556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-broken-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/2992379080991730556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/2992379080991730556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-broken-heart.html' title='My Broken Heart'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-2392561142335071296</id><published>2009-11-09T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T04:26:32.574-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='by BroKeNPieceS'/><title type='text'>Jessica</title><content type='html'>She was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everyone told her so&lt;br /&gt;And she loved him&lt;br /&gt;But she couldn't let him know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;And he didn't care&lt;br /&gt;He hit her&lt;br /&gt;To leave him she didn't dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she went on through high school&lt;br /&gt;With this same guy&lt;br /&gt;he would beat her and throw her around&lt;br /&gt;but never would she cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where did that bruise come from&lt;br /&gt;her friends would ask&lt;br /&gt;I fell down the stairs&lt;br /&gt;And that cut's from the glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They believed all of her excuses and her lies&lt;br /&gt;Thats everyone except this one other guy&lt;br /&gt;He Had loved her ever since the seventh grade&lt;br /&gt;Ever since he saw her at that Christmas parade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to help her but want could he do&lt;br /&gt;He had to save her she was really getting hurt&lt;br /&gt;The guy pushed her around&lt;br /&gt;He treated her like dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He went to her house&lt;br /&gt;And knocked on the door&lt;br /&gt;He looked in the window&lt;br /&gt;And saw blood on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He heard him yell&lt;br /&gt;So he twisted the knob&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't get in&lt;br /&gt;He could hear her sob&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called the police&lt;br /&gt;They got there fast&lt;br /&gt;They opened the door&lt;br /&gt;He let out a gasp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she was&lt;br /&gt;Sprawled out on the floor&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't bear to look&lt;br /&gt;But wait theres more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a funeral&lt;br /&gt;The very next day&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to attend&lt;br /&gt;But what could he say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He took a seat&lt;br /&gt;In the very last row&lt;br /&gt;He loved her so much&lt;br /&gt;She just didn't know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a note found under her bed&lt;br /&gt;He had no idea&lt;br /&gt;all kinds of thoughts flew in his head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My boyfriend hits me&lt;br /&gt;But what can i do.."&lt;br /&gt;"And theres this really sweet guy..&lt;br /&gt;I wish he liked me&lt;br /&gt;but he has no clue"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-2392561142335071296?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/2392561142335071296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/jessica.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/2392561142335071296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/2392561142335071296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/jessica.html' title='Jessica'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-945894419595003480</id><published>2009-11-08T06:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:30:53.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='© By Sammy Leaver'/><title type='text'>Head v Heart</title><content type='html'>Once again I'm in this tough dilemma,&lt;br /&gt;Where I just don't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;My heads telling me no and to just let it go,&lt;br /&gt;But my hearts got too much love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then again my heads giving me visions,&lt;br /&gt;Visions of us being an item,&lt;br /&gt;Visions of us being happy,&lt;br /&gt;And me being there when you are frightened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So for me to say I like you,&lt;br /&gt;Would be just a drop in the ocean.&lt;br /&gt;And to chose between head or heart,&lt;br /&gt;It looks like they both win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-945894419595003480?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/945894419595003480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/head-v-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/945894419595003480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/945894419595003480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/head-v-heart.html' title='Head v Heart'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-6358513482704025277</id><published>2009-11-08T06:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:27:16.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thanks to my Friends</title><content type='html'>Thank you for being there when I needed you...&lt;br /&gt;and even when I didn't,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there through the good times...&lt;br /&gt;and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for being there to encourage my dreams....&lt;br /&gt;and my crazy ideas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for catching me...&lt;br /&gt;before I fell down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for wiping away the tears...&lt;br /&gt;when I was crying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for cheering me up...&lt;br /&gt;and making me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all the great memories...&lt;br /&gt;and the bad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But most of all... thank you...&lt;br /&gt;For being you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-6358513482704025277?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/6358513482704025277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-to-my-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/6358513482704025277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/6358513482704025277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-to-my-friends.html' title='A Thanks to my Friends'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-5396034813383850394</id><published>2009-11-08T06:22:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:23:03.167-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='© By Tori Beals'/><title type='text'>To My Best Freind</title><content type='html'>You see right through my pretenses&lt;br /&gt;you look right through my mask&lt;br /&gt;you know just when I need a hug&lt;br /&gt;I never need to ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You show up when I'm lonely&lt;br /&gt;you stay when I'm depressed&lt;br /&gt;all of my rude comments&lt;br /&gt;you shrug away in jest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see all my dark&lt;br /&gt;you see all my light&lt;br /&gt;you're always by my side&lt;br /&gt;even when I'm not right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cheer me when I'm sad&lt;br /&gt;you catch me when I fall&lt;br /&gt;How did you come to earn my trust,&lt;br /&gt;when I trust no one else at all?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-5396034813383850394?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-3750899642964452327</id><published>2009-11-08T06:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-08T06:20:42.412-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='© By Hayley Smith©'/><title type='text'>My Best Friend</title><content type='html'>Today I found a friend,&lt;br /&gt;Who knew everything I felt.&lt;br /&gt;She knew my every weakness,&lt;br /&gt;And the problems I've been dealt.&lt;br /&gt;She understood my wonders,&lt;br /&gt;And listened to my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;She listened to how I felt about life and love,&lt;br /&gt;And knew what it all means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not once did she interrupt me,&lt;br /&gt;Or tell me I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;She understood what I was going through,&lt;br /&gt;And promised she'd stay long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out to this friend&lt;br /&gt;To show her that i care&lt;br /&gt;To pull her close and let her know&lt;br /&gt;How much I need her there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to hold her hand&lt;br /&gt;To pull her a bit nearer&lt;br /&gt;And realized that this perfect friend I found&lt;br /&gt;Was nothing but my mirror.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-3750899642964452327?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/3750899642964452327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-best-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/3750899642964452327'/><link rel='self' 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shoot long and lovely and lush;&lt;br /&gt;Thrush’s eggs look little low heavens, and thrush&lt;br /&gt;Through the echoing timber does so rinse and wring&lt;br /&gt;The ear, it strikes like lightnings to hear him sing;&lt;br /&gt;The glassy peartree leaves and blooms, they brush&lt;br /&gt;The descending blue; that blue is all in a rush&lt;br /&gt;With richness; the racing lambs too have fair their fling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is all this juice and all this joy?&lt;br /&gt;A strain of the earth’s sweet being in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;In Eden garden.—Have, get, before it cloy,&lt;br /&gt;Before it cloud, Christ, lord, and sour with sinning,&lt;br /&gt;Innocent mind and Mayday in girl and boy,&lt;br /&gt;Most, O maid’s child, thy choice and worthy the winning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-501799117541685133?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' 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clustering loops, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;straight downward falling, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Till o'er the river pois'd, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;the twain yet one, a moment's lull, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A motionless still balance in the air, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;then parting, talons loosing, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Upward again on slow-firm pinions slanting, &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;their separate diverse flight, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She hers, he his, pursuing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-1026323550127150?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/1026323550127150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/11/dalliance-of-eagles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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AE Housman (1859 – 1936)'/><title type='text'>Loveliest of Trees</title><content type='html'>Loveliest of trees, the cherry now &lt;br /&gt;Is hung with bloom along the bough,&lt;br /&gt;And stands about the woodland ride,&lt;br /&gt;Wearing white for Eastertide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, of my threescore years and ten,&lt;br /&gt;Twenty will not come again,&lt;br /&gt;And take from seventy springs a score,&lt;br /&gt;It only leaves me fifty more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And since to look at things in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Fifty springs are little room,&lt;br /&gt;About the woodlands I will go&lt;br /&gt;To see the cherry hung with snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-2760748201212231802?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/2760748201212231802/comments/default' 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heart doth plead that thou in him dost lie, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A closet never pierc’d with crystal eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But the defendant doth that plea deny,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And says in him thy fair appearance lies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;To side this title is impannelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A quest of thoughts, all tenants to the heart;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And by their verdict is determined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;The clear eye’s moiety, and the dear heart’s part:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;As thus; mine eye’s due is thy outward part,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;And my heart’s right, thy inward love of heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-1968715936585498068?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' 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Let me count the ways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love thee to the depth and breadth and height&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love thee to the level of everyday's&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love thee with a passion put to use&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I love thee with a love I seemed to lose&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;With my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- 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ruk gae&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi mein ne darya baha dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mera jzba-e-shoq to dekhiye&lt;br /&gt;Meri bandgi hai wo bandgi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jahan tera&lt;br /&gt;naqsh-e-Qdam Mila&lt;br /&gt;Wahin ghar apna Basa Dia,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Abhi Kr Rhe Ho Tum Ibteda&lt;br /&gt;Mera Keh Raha H Ye Tajruba,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhe Zindagi Ki Hai Aarzu&lt;br /&gt;Mujhe Zindgi Ne Mita Dia&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-1027299825863587990?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/1027299825863587990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/09/mujhe-zindgi-ne-mita-dia.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='html'>humara DIL saweeray ka sunehra jaam ho jaye&lt;br /&gt;chiraghon ki tarah ankhein jalein aur shaam ho jaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kabhie tow asmaan se chand utray jaam ho jaye&lt;br /&gt;tumharay naam ki ek khoobsurat shaam ho jaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ajab halaat thay yun dil ka soda ho geya akhir&lt;br /&gt;mohabbat ki haveeli jis tarah nelaam ho jaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sumandar k safar mein iss tarah awaz de hum ko&lt;br /&gt;hawayen teez hon aur kashtiyun mein shaam ho jaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mujhay maloom hai usska thikana phir kahan ho ga&lt;br /&gt;parinda asmaan choonay mein jab nakaam ho jaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ujalay apni yaadon k humaray sath rehnay do&lt;br /&gt;najanay kis gali mein zindagi ki shaam ho jaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-3624043636504897";&lt;br /&gt;/* 728x15, created 9/8/09 */&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_slot = "0849592824";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br 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Door hai, Rag-e-Jaan se laakh Qareeb Sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hamain Jaan deni hai ek din, wo kisi tarah wo Kahin Sahi&lt;br /&gt;Hamain Aap khinchey Daar per. Jo nahi koi to Hum hi Sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sar-e-Toor ho, Sar-e-Hashar ho, Hamain Intizaar Qabool hai&lt;br /&gt;Wo Kabhi miley, wo kahin miley, wo kabhi Sahi, wo kahin Sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na ho Un per jo Mera Bus na sahi, keh yeh Aashqi hai Hawas nahi&lt;br /&gt;Main Unhi ka tha, Main Unhi ka hoon, wo Mere nahi to na Sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo ho Faisla woh sunaaiye, usey Hashar per na Uthaaiye&lt;br /&gt;Jo karain ge Aap Sitam wahan, wo abhi sahi, wo yahin Sahi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Usey dekhne ki jo Loo lagi, to ‘NASIR’ dekh hi lain ge Hum&lt;br /&gt;Wo Hazaar Aankh se Door ho, wo Hazaar Parda-Nasheen Sahi!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-7635092058694721553?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/7635092058694721553/comments/default' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Us bay-wafa ki yaad dilaata tha baar baar…&lt;br /&gt;Kal aainay pay haath uthaana parra mujhay… &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aisay bicharr k us nay to mar jaana tha hasan…&lt;br /&gt;Us ki nazar may khud ko giraana parra mujhay…!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-2825958416402249852?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/2825958416402249852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/09/badal-ki-tarah.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/2825958416402249852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Jannat ka Sakoon,&lt;br /&gt;Tujh say Bichrron to Meri Jaan NIKAL Jati hay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ishq Kuch Aisay Mitata hay NISHAN-E-HASTI,&lt;br /&gt;Jaise k Raat Ujaalay ko NIGAL Jati hay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tu Agar Dil pay Meray Hath hi Rakh De to,&lt;br /&gt;Toot’ti Saans Bhi Kuch Dair SANBHAL Jati hay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zakhm Bharta hi Nahi Teri JUDAAI ka Magr,&lt;br /&gt;Phir Teri YAAD Naya Dard UGAL Jati hy..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-2549501611914505935?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/2549501611914505935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/09/phir-teri-yaad-naya-dard-ugal-jati-hy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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rehti hai</title><content type='html'>Musafir to bichertay hain rifakat kab badlti hai..&lt;br /&gt;Muhabbat zinda rehti hai Muhabbat kab badlti hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kali ka phool ban’na aur bikhar jana mukaddar hai..&lt;br /&gt;Yehi qanoon-e-fitrat hai aur fitrat kab badlti hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo DiL me bas jaye aur aankhon me simat aye&lt;br /&gt;Alamat hai ye Chahat ki aur Chahat kab badlti hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhi ko Chahtay hain Tumhi se Muhabbat kertay hain.&lt;br /&gt;Yehi barson se adat hai aur adat kab badlti hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-4517712463571560833?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/4517712463571560833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/SpU3GlsRZQI/AAAAAAAAALU/xudjQweQbJs/s1600-h/aye_khuda.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 204px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/SpU3GlsRZQI/AAAAAAAAALU/xudjQweQbJs/s400/aye_khuda.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374262316673099010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-1293694535600637712?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/1293694535600637712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/1293694535600637712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/1293694535600637712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/SpU3GlsRZQI/AAAAAAAAALU/xudjQweQbJs/s72-c/aye_khuda.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-290827415475847213</id><published>2009-08-24T02:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T02:04:55.705-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shakeel Badayuni'/><title type='text'>ruuh ko ta.Dapaa rahii hai un kii yaad</title><content type='html'>ruuh ko ta.Dapaa rahii hai un kii yaad&lt;br /&gt;dard ban kar chhaa rahii hai un kii yaad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[ruuh=soul] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishq se ghabaraa rahii hai un kii yaad&lt;br /&gt;rukate rukate aa rahii hai un kii yaad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vo ha.Nse vo zer-e-lab kuchh kah uThe&lt;br /&gt;Khvaab se dikhalaa rahii hai un kii yaad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[zer-e-lab=in a whisper/undertone] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mai.n to Khuddaarii kaa qaa_il huu.N magar&lt;br /&gt;kyaa karuu.N phir aa rahii hai un kii yaad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Khuddaarii=self-respect; qaa_il=in favour of/have faith in] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab Khayaal-e-tark-e-rabt zabt hii se hai&lt;br /&gt;Khud ba Khud sharmaa rahii hai un kii yaad &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Khayaal-e-tark=Thought of giving up; rabt=affinity] &lt;br /&gt;[zabt=tolerance; Khud-ba-Khud=by itself (apane aap)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-290827415475847213?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/290827415475847213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/ruuh-ko-tadapaa-rahii-hai-un-kii-yaad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/290827415475847213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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gae ham aise ki bas paak ho gae &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[bebaak=outspoken/bold, paak=pure/clean/holy ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sarf-e-bahaa-e-mai hue aalaat-e-maikashii &lt;br /&gt;the ye hii do hisaab so yo.n paak ho gae &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[sarf=expenditure, bahaa=value/price, mai=bar] &lt;br /&gt;[aalaat=instruments, apparatus; maikashii=drinking] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rusavaa-e-dahar go hue aavaargii se tum &lt;br /&gt;baare tabiiyato.n ke to chaalaak ho gae &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[dahar=vorld, baare=at last] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kahataa hai kaun naalaa-e-bul_bul ko beasar &lt;br /&gt;parde me.n gul ke laakh jigar chaak ho gae &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chaak=slit/torn ] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;puuchhe hai kyaa vajuud-o-adam ahl-e-shauq kaa &lt;br /&gt;aap apanii aag se Khas-o-Khaashaak ho gae &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[vajuud=existence; adam=non-existence, Khas-o-Khaashaak=destroyed] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;karane gaye the us se taGaaful kaa ham gilaa &lt;br /&gt;kii ek hii nigaah ki bas Khaak ho gae &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[taGaaful=negligence, gilaa=complaint, Khaak=dust/ashes] &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is rang se uThaaii kal us ne 'Asad' kii naash &lt;br /&gt;dushman bhii jis ko dekh ke Gam_naak ho gae &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gam_naak=grief stricken ]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-7835941373041516448?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/7835941373041516448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/rone-se-aur-ishq-men-bebaak-ho-gae.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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mery na tum aya karo</title><content type='html'>Khabon mein mery na tum aya karo&lt;br /&gt;Meri jaan mujhy na staya karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aa kar jo deti ho khushiyan mujhy&lt;br /&gt;To ja kar mujhy na r ulaya karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muntazir hon tum sy milny ko main&lt;br /&gt;Intazar mein na mujh ko tarpaya karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jajti hai khushi chehry par tery&lt;br /&gt;Dekh kar mujhko bhi muskraya karo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na chhorna ALI ko kabhi bhi ay dost&lt;br /&gt;Khush reh kar khushian lutaya karo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-5363415678097824586?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/5363415678097824586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-6534461285300817749</id><published>2009-08-15T22:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T01:23:22.982-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ahmad Fraz'/><title type='text'>is se pahale ke bevafaa ho jaaye.n</title><content type='html'>is se pahale ke bevafaa ho jaaye.n &lt;br /&gt;kyo.n na ai dost ham judaa ho jaaye.n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuu bhii hiire se ban gayaa patthar &lt;br /&gt;ham bhii kal kyaa se kyaa ho jaaye.n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ham bhii majabuuriyo.n kaa uzr kare.n &lt;br /&gt;aur kahii.n aur mubtalaa ho jaaye.n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishq bhii khel hai nasiibo.n kaa &lt;br /&gt;Khaak ho jaaye.n kimiyaa ho jaaye.n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab ke gar tuu mile to ham tujh se &lt;br /&gt;aise lipaTe.n terii qabaa ho jaaye.n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bandagii ham ne chho.D dii hai 'Faraz'&lt;br /&gt;kyaa kare.n log jab Khudaa ho jaaye.n &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contributed by Fayaz Razvi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-3624043636504897";&lt;br /&gt;/* 728x90, created 8/16/09 */&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_slot = "2329186032";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_height = 90;&lt;br /&gt;//--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&lt;br /&gt;src="http://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/show_ads.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-6534461285300817749?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/6534461285300817749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[kaj - crooked; ushshaaq = lovers]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tum ho naa_Khush to yahaa.N kaun hai Khush phir bhi 'Faraz'&lt;br /&gt;log rahate hai.n isii shahar-e-dil-e-aazaar ke biich&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-683683696059104079?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/683683696059104079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/pech-rakhate-ho-bahut-saaj-o-dastaar-ke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/683683696059104079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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teraa paimaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yuu.N hii mausam kii adaa dekh ke yaad aayaa hai &lt;br /&gt;kis qadar jald badal jaate hai.n insaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;zindagii terii ataa thii so tere naam kii hai &lt;br /&gt;ham ne jaise bhii basar kii teraa ehasaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dil ye kahataa hai ki shaayad ho fasurdaa tuu bhii &lt;br /&gt;dil kii kyaa baat kare.n dil to hai naadaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;avval-avval kii muhabbat ke nashe yaad to kar &lt;br /&gt;bepiye bhii teraa cheharaa thaa gulistaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaKhir aaKhir to ye aalam hai ki ab hosh nahii.n &lt;br /&gt;rag-e-miinaa sulag uThii ki rag-e-jaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;muddato.n se ye aalam na tavaqqo na ummiid &lt;br /&gt;dil pukaare hii chalaa jaataa hai jaanaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ham bhii kyaa saadaa the ham ne bhii samajh rakhaa thaa &lt;br /&gt;Gam-e-dauraa.N se judaa hai Gam-e-jaanaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab kii kuchh aisii sajii mahafil-e-yaaraa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;sar-ba-zaanuu hai ko_ii sar-ba-girebaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;har ko_ii apanii hii aavaaz se kaa.Np uThataa hai &lt;br /&gt;har ko_ii apane hii saaye se hiraasaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jis ko dekho vahii zanjiir-ba-paa lagataa hai &lt;br /&gt;shahar kaa shahar huaa daaKhil-e-zindaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ab teraa zikr bhii shaayad hii Gazal me.n aaye &lt;br /&gt;aur se aur huaa dard kaa unvaa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ham ki ruuThii hu_ii rut ko bhii manaa lete the &lt;br /&gt;ham ne dekhaa hii na thaa mausam-e-hijraa.N jaanaa.N &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hosh aayaa to sabhii Khvaab the rezaa-rezaa &lt;br /&gt;jaise u.Date huye auraaq-e-pareshaa.N jaanaa.N&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-5454566880259811524?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' 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naqsh-e-paa ko_ii nahii.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khud ko yuu.N mahasuur kar baiThaa huu.N apanii zaat me.n&lt;br /&gt;manzile.n chaaro.n taraf hai raastaa ko_ii nahii.n&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kaise raasto.n se chale aur kis jagah pahu.Nche 'Faraz'&lt;br /&gt;yaa hujuum-e-dostaa.N thaa saath yaa ko_ii nahii.n&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-28734158037446177?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/28734158037446177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/haath-uthe-hain-magar-lab-pe-duaa-koii.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/28734158037446177'/><link rel='self' 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be-dilii se mushkil hai &lt;br /&gt;phir muhabbat usii se mushkil hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ishq aaGaaz hii se mushkil hai &lt;br /&gt;sabr karanaa abhii se mushkil hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ham ?? aasaa.N hai.n aur hamaare liye &lt;br /&gt;dushmanii dostii se mushkil hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jis ko sab be-vafaa samajhate ho.n &lt;br /&gt;bevafaa_ii usii se mushkil hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ek do duusare se sahel na jaan &lt;br /&gt;har ko_ii har kisii se mushkil hai &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuu baa-zid hai to jaa 'Faraz' magar &lt;br /&gt;vaapasii us galii se mushkil hai&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-1368634450662342477?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/1368634450662342477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-8480178791895649101</id><published>2009-08-15T22:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:19:36.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anne Bradstreet - To My Dear and Loving Husband</title><content type='html'>If ever two were one, then surely we.&lt;br /&gt;If ever man were loved by wife, then thee;&lt;br /&gt;If ever wife was happy in a man,&lt;br /&gt;Compare with me ye women if you can.&lt;br /&gt;I prize thy love more that whole mines of gold,&lt;br /&gt;Or all the riches that the East doth hold.&lt;br /&gt;My love is such that rivers cannot quench,&lt;br /&gt;Nor ought but love from thee give recompense.&lt;br /&gt;Thy love is such I can no way repay,&lt;br /&gt;The heavens reward thee manifold I pray.&lt;br /&gt;Then while we live, in love let’s so persever,&lt;br /&gt;That when we live no more, we may live ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-8480178791895649101?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/8480178791895649101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/anne-bradstreet-to-my-dear-and-loving.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/8480178791895649101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/8480178791895649101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/anne-bradstreet-to-my-dear-and-loving.html' title='Anne Bradstreet - To My Dear and Loving Husband'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-1681594675715821830</id><published>2009-08-15T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:16:08.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tam O'Shanter (1790) - LISTEN</title><content type='html'>When chapman billies leave the street,&lt;br /&gt;And drouthy neibors, neibors, meet;&lt;br /&gt;As market days are wearing late,&lt;br /&gt;And folk begin to tak the gate,&lt;br /&gt;While we sit bousing at the nappy,&lt;br /&gt;An' getting fou and unco happy,&lt;br /&gt;We think na on the lang Scots miles,&lt;br /&gt;The mosses, waters, slaps and stiles,&lt;br /&gt;That lie between us and our hame,&lt;br /&gt;Where sits our sulky, sullen dame,&lt;br /&gt;Gathering her brows like gathering storm,&lt;br /&gt;Nursing her wrath to keep it warm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This truth fand honest Tam o' Shanter,&lt;br /&gt;As he frae Ayr ae night did canter:&lt;br /&gt;(Auld Ayr, wham ne'er a town surpasses,&lt;br /&gt;For honest men and bonie lasses).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Tam! had'st thou but been sae wise,&lt;br /&gt;As taen thy ain wife Kate's advice!&lt;br /&gt;She tauld thee weel thou was a skellum,&lt;br /&gt;A blethering, blustering, drunken blellum;&lt;br /&gt;That frae November till October,&lt;br /&gt;Ae market-day thou was na sober;&lt;br /&gt;That ilka melder wi' the Miller,&lt;br /&gt;Thou sat as lang as thou had siller;&lt;br /&gt;That ev'ry naig was ca'd a shoe on&lt;br /&gt;The Smith and thee gat roarin' fou on;&lt;br /&gt;That at the Lord's house, ev'n on Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;Thou drank wi' Kirkton Jean till Monday,&lt;br /&gt;She prophesied that late or soon,&lt;br /&gt;Thou wad be found, deep drown'd in Doon,&lt;br /&gt;Or catch'd wi' warlocks in the mirk,&lt;br /&gt;By Alloway's auld, haunted kirk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, gentle dames! it gars me greet,&lt;br /&gt;To think how mony counsels sweet,&lt;br /&gt;How mony lengthen'd, sage advices,&lt;br /&gt;The husband frae the wife despises!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to our tale: Ae market night,&lt;br /&gt;Tam had got planted unco right,&lt;br /&gt;Fast by an ingle, bleezing finely,&lt;br /&gt;Wi reaming sAats, that drank divinely;&lt;br /&gt;And at his elbow, Souter Johnie,&lt;br /&gt;His ancient, trusty, drougthy crony:&lt;br /&gt;Tam lo'ed him like a very brither;&lt;br /&gt;They had been fou for weeks thegither.&lt;br /&gt;The night drave on wi' sangs an' clatter;&lt;br /&gt;And aye the ale was growing better:&lt;br /&gt;The Landlady and Tam grew gracious,&lt;br /&gt;Wi' favours secret, sweet, and precious:&lt;br /&gt;The Souter tauld his queerest stories;&lt;br /&gt;The Landlord's laugh was ready chorus:&lt;br /&gt;The storm without might rair and rustle,&lt;br /&gt;Tam did na mind the storm a whistle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Care, mad to see a man sae happy,&lt;br /&gt;E'en drown'd himsel amang the nappy.&lt;br /&gt;As bees flee hame wi' lades o' treasure,&lt;br /&gt;The minutes wing'd their way wi' pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;Kings may be blest, but Tam was glorious,&lt;br /&gt;O'er a' the ills o' life victorious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But pleasures are like poppies spread,&lt;br /&gt;You seize the flow'r, its bloom is shed;&lt;br /&gt;Or like the snow falls in the river,&lt;br /&gt;A moment white-then melts for ever;&lt;br /&gt;Or like the Borealis race,&lt;br /&gt;That flit ere you can point their place;&lt;br /&gt;Or like the Rainbow's lovely form&lt;br /&gt;Evanishing amid the storm. -&lt;br /&gt;Nae man can tether Time nor Tide,&lt;br /&gt;The hour approaches Tam maun ride;&lt;br /&gt;That hour, o' night's black arch the key-stane,&lt;br /&gt;That dreary hour he mounts his beast in;&lt;br /&gt;And sic a night he taks the road in,&lt;br /&gt;As ne'er poor sinner was abroad in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wind blew as 'twad blawn its last;&lt;br /&gt;The rattling showers rose on the blast;&lt;br /&gt;The speedy gleams the darkness swallow'd;&lt;br /&gt;Loud, deep, and lang, the thunder bellow'd:&lt;br /&gt;That night, a child might understand,&lt;br /&gt;The deil had business on his hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weel-mounted on his grey mare, Meg,&lt;br /&gt;A better never lifted leg,&lt;br /&gt;Tam skelpit on thro' dub and mire,&lt;br /&gt;Despising wind, and rain, and fire;&lt;br /&gt;Whiles holding fast his gude blue bonnet,&lt;br /&gt;Whiles crooning o'er some auld Scots sonnet,&lt;br /&gt;Whiles glow'rin round wi' prudent cares,&lt;br /&gt;Lest bogles catch him unawares;&lt;br /&gt;Kirk-Alloway was drawing nigh,&lt;br /&gt;Where ghaists and houlets nightly cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By this time he was cross the ford,&lt;br /&gt;Where in the snaw the chapman smoor'd;&lt;br /&gt;And past the birks and meikle stane,&lt;br /&gt;Where drunken Charlie brak's neck-bane;&lt;br /&gt;And thro' the whins, and by the cairn,&lt;br /&gt;Where hunters fand the murder'd bairn;&lt;br /&gt;And near the thorn, aboon the well,&lt;br /&gt;Where Mungo's mither hang'd hersel'.&lt;br /&gt;Before him Doon pours all his floods,&lt;br /&gt;The doubling storm roars thro' the woods,&lt;br /&gt;The lightnings flash from pole to pole,&lt;br /&gt;Near and more near the thunders roll,&lt;br /&gt;When, glimmering thro' the groaning trees,&lt;br /&gt;Kirk-Alloway seem'd in a bleeze,&lt;br /&gt;Thro' ilka bore the beams were glancing,&lt;br /&gt;And loud resounded mirth and dancing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inspiring bold John Barleycorn!&lt;br /&gt;What dangers thou canst make us scorn!&lt;br /&gt;Wi' tippenny, we fear nae evil;&lt;br /&gt;Wi' usquabae, we'll face the devil!&lt;br /&gt;The swats sae ream'd in Tammie's noddle,&lt;br /&gt;Fair play, he car'd na deils a boddle,&lt;br /&gt;But Maggie stood, right sair astonish'd,&lt;br /&gt;Till, by the heel and hand admonish'd,&lt;br /&gt;She ventur'd forward on the light;&lt;br /&gt;And, wow! Tam saw an unco sight!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Warlocks and witches in a dance:&lt;br /&gt;Nae cotillon, brent new frae France,&lt;br /&gt;But hornpipes, jigs, strathspeys, and reels,&lt;br /&gt;Put life and mettle in their heels.&lt;br /&gt;A winnock-bunker in the east,&lt;br /&gt;There sat auld Nick, in shape o' beast;&lt;br /&gt;A towzie tyke, black, grim, and large,&lt;br /&gt;To gie them music was his charge:&lt;br /&gt;He screw'd the pipes and gart them skirl,&lt;br /&gt;Till roof and rafters a' did dirl. -&lt;br /&gt;Coffins stood round, like open presses,&lt;br /&gt;That shaw'd the Dead in their last dresses;&lt;br /&gt;And (by some devilish cantraip sleight)&lt;br /&gt;Each in its cauld hand held a light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By which heroic Tam was able&lt;br /&gt;To note upon the haly table,&lt;br /&gt;A murderer's banes, in gibbet-airns;&lt;br /&gt;Twa span-lang, wee, unchristened bairns;&lt;br /&gt;A thief, new-cutted frae a rape,&lt;br /&gt;Wi' his last gasp his gabudid gape;&lt;br /&gt;Five tomahawks, wi' blude red-rusted:&lt;br /&gt;Five scimitars, wi' murder crusted;&lt;br /&gt;A garter which a babe had strangled:&lt;br /&gt;A knife, a father's throat had mangled.&lt;br /&gt;Whom his ain son of life bereft,&lt;br /&gt;The grey-hairs yet stack to the heft;&lt;br /&gt;Wi' mair of horrible and awfu',&lt;br /&gt;Which even to name wad be unlawfu'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Tammie glowr'd, amaz'd, and curious,&lt;br /&gt;The mirth and fun grew fast and furious;&lt;br /&gt;The Piper loud and louder blew,&lt;br /&gt;The dancers quick and quicker flew,&lt;br /&gt;They reel'd, they set, they cross'd, they cleekit,&lt;br /&gt;Till ilka carlin swat and reekit,&lt;br /&gt;And coost her duddies to the wark,&lt;br /&gt;And linkit at it in her sark!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Tam, O Tam! had they been queans,&lt;br /&gt;A' plump and strapping in their teens!&lt;br /&gt;Their sarks, instead o' creeshie flainen,&lt;br /&gt;Been snaw-white seventeen hunder linen!-&lt;br /&gt;Thir breeks o' mine, my only pair,&lt;br /&gt;That ance were plush o' guid blue hair,&lt;br /&gt;I wad hae gien them off my hurdies,&lt;br /&gt;For ae blink o' the bonie burdies!&lt;br /&gt;But wither'd beldams, auld and droll,&lt;br /&gt;Rigwoodie hags wad spean a foal,&lt;br /&gt;Louping an' flinging on a crummock.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder did na turn thy stomach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Tam kent what was what fu' brawlie:&lt;br /&gt;There was ae winsome wench and waulie&lt;br /&gt;That night enlisted in the core,&lt;br /&gt;Lang after ken'd on Carrick shore;&lt;br /&gt;(For mony a beast to dead she shot,&lt;br /&gt;And perish'd mony a bonie boat,&lt;br /&gt;And shook baith meikle corn and bear,&lt;br /&gt;And kept the country-side in fear);&lt;br /&gt;Her cutty sark, o' Paisley harn,&lt;br /&gt;That while a lassie she had worn,&lt;br /&gt;In longitude tho' sorely scanty,&lt;br /&gt;It was her best, and she was vauntie.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! little ken'd thy reverend grannie,&lt;br /&gt;That sark she coft for her wee Nannie,&lt;br /&gt;Wi twa pund Scots ('twas a' her riches),&lt;br /&gt;Wad ever grac'd a dance of witches!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here my Muse her wing maun cour,&lt;br /&gt;Sic flights are far beyond her power;&lt;br /&gt;To sing how Nannie lap and flang,&lt;br /&gt;(A souple jade she was and strang),&lt;br /&gt;And how Tam stood, like ane bewithc'd,&lt;br /&gt;And thought his very een enrich'd:&lt;br /&gt;Even Satan glowr'd, and fidg'd fu' fain,&lt;br /&gt;And hotch'd and blew wi' might and main:&lt;br /&gt;Till first ae caper, syne anither,&lt;br /&gt;Tam tint his reason a thegither,&lt;br /&gt;And roars out, "Weel done, Cutty-sark!"&lt;br /&gt;And in an instant all was dark:&lt;br /&gt;And scarcely had he Maggie rallied.&lt;br /&gt;When out the hellish legion sallied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As bees bizz out wi' angry fyke,&lt;br /&gt;When plundering herds assail their byke;&lt;br /&gt;As open pussie's mortal foes,&lt;br /&gt;When, pop! she starts before their nose;&lt;br /&gt;As eager runs the market-crowd,&lt;br /&gt;When "Catch the thief!" resounds aloud;&lt;br /&gt;So Maggie runs, the witches follow,&lt;br /&gt;Wi' mony an eldritch skreich and hollow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, Tam! Ah, Tam! thou'll get thy fairin!&lt;br /&gt;In hell, they'll roast thee like a herrin!&lt;br /&gt;In vain thy Kate awaits thy comin!&lt;br /&gt;Kate soon will be a woefu' woman!&lt;br /&gt;Now, do thy speedy-utmost, Meg,&lt;br /&gt;And win the key-stone o' the brig;&lt;br /&gt;There, at them thou thy tail may toss,&lt;br /&gt;A running stream they dare na cross.&lt;br /&gt;But ere the keystane she could make,&lt;br /&gt;The fient a tail she had to shake!&lt;br /&gt;For Nannie, far before the rest,&lt;br /&gt;Hard upon noble Maggie prest,&lt;br /&gt;And flew at Tam wi' furious ettle;&lt;br /&gt;But little wist she Maggie's mettle!&lt;br /&gt;Ae spring brought off her master hale,&lt;br /&gt;But left behind her ain grey tail:&lt;br /&gt;The carlin claught her by the rump,&lt;br /&gt;And left poor Maggie scarce a stump.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,&lt;br /&gt;Ilk man and mother's son, take heed:&lt;br /&gt;Whene'er to Drink you are inclin'd,&lt;br /&gt;Or Cutty-sarks rin in your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear;&lt;br /&gt;Remember Tam o' Shanter's mare.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-1681594675715821830?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/1681594675715821830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/tam-oshanter-1790-listen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/1681594675715821830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/1681594675715821830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-7060177301655465420</id><published>2009-08-15T22:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:12:20.679-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE TENDS TO BE HARDER</title><content type='html'>Life tends to be harder &lt;br /&gt;When expectations reach farther &lt;br /&gt;And everything brings me down &lt;br /&gt;When you aren’t around &lt;br /&gt;Smiles seem to fade faster &lt;br /&gt;When your gone away &lt;br /&gt;And nobody’s eyes shine just quite the same &lt;br /&gt;Love is a word I could use to describe &lt;br /&gt;How I look at no one else when they pass me by &lt;br /&gt;Coversations are duller &lt;br /&gt;Seem pointless and bland &lt;br /&gt;When your not right beside me holding my hand &lt;br /&gt;Im not funny today &lt;br /&gt;No one is laughing &lt;br /&gt;As the sun sneaks away &lt;br /&gt;Like nothing has happened &lt;br /&gt;And I close my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Try to fall asleep faster &lt;br /&gt;Hoping tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Is a less painful disaster&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-7060177301655465420?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/7060177301655465420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-tends-to-be-harder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;That's all I do &lt;br /&gt;And if you saw my love &lt;br /&gt;You'd love her too &lt;br /&gt;I love her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gives me ev'rything &lt;br /&gt;And tenderly &lt;br /&gt;The kiss my lover brings &lt;br /&gt;She brings to me &lt;br /&gt;And I love her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A love like ours &lt;br /&gt;Could never die &lt;br /&gt;As long as I &lt;br /&gt;Have you near me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright are the stars that shine &lt;br /&gt;Dark is the sky &lt;br /&gt;I know this love of mine &lt;br /&gt;Will never die &lt;br /&gt;And I love her &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bright are the stars that shine &lt;br /&gt;Dark is the sky &lt;br /&gt;I know this love of mine &lt;br /&gt;Will never die &lt;br /&gt;And I love her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type="text/javascript"&gt;&lt;!--&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_client = "pub-3624043636504897";&lt;br /&gt;/* 728x90, created 8/16/09 */&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_slot = "2329186032";&lt;br /&gt;google_ad_width = 728;&lt;br 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/277967173777422181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/and-i-love.html' title='AND I LOVE'/><author><name>No Name</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13271772814432096306</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='31' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VFo8jjLjYYU/TRTbFeGpSKI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aGMRYYmqniw/S220/WAQAS.bmp'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8175156639227626122.post-356058473645007342</id><published>2009-08-15T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T22:09:13.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KABHI JO USNE HAMEN YAD KR LIA HO GA</title><content type='html'>kabhi jo osne hamay yaad kar liya hoga, &lt;br /&gt;hamari zaath ko anmol kar diya hoga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hazaar nematho mien tujh ko hum jo pa na sakay, &lt;br /&gt;kisi khata ka ye anjam pa liya hoga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hamari zeesth k halaath son saka na koi, &lt;br /&gt;ameer shehr mien hum sa koi kahan hoga. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;laga na tohmathay tu ghor apne aap pa kar, &lt;br /&gt;fishaan ye raaz tu ne khud hi kar diya hoga.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-356058473645007342?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/356058473645007342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/2009/08/kabhi-jo-usne-hamen-yad-kr-lia-ho-ga.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8175156639227626122/posts/default/356058473645007342'/><link 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BHI US KO YAD NAHIN, &lt;br /&gt;JAB SHAB KI BIJLI CHAMKI THI, &lt;br /&gt;AUR BADAL TOT K BARSA THA, &lt;br /&gt;HUM DONO JIS MEIN BHEGAY THE, &lt;br /&gt;WOH BARSAT BHI US KO YAD NAHI, &lt;br /&gt;WOH SAHIL DARYA PHOOL HAWA, &lt;br /&gt;WOH WADA SATH NIBHANAY KA, &lt;br /&gt;AUR SHAB BHAR "CHAND" KO DEKHA THA, &lt;br /&gt;WOH RAAT BHI US KO YAD NAHIN, &lt;br /&gt;WOH KEHTI THI MAIN SUNTA THA, &lt;br /&gt;WOH KEHTA THA WOH SUNTI THI, &lt;br /&gt;UN LAKHON BATON MEIN KOI, &lt;br /&gt;EK BAAT BHI US KO YAAD NAHIN,&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8175156639227626122-7779776347730220032?l=poetryhungama.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poetryhungama.blogspot.com/feeds/7779776347730220032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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