<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149</id><updated>2012-01-22T07:22:46.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>insanity redefined</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>95</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-2231959888665947200</id><published>2012-01-15T08:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:13:20.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When you are gone</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial; color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;When you are gone&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: Tahoma, sans-serif; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;I realize&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;When with you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;I am in paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;When you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;I miss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;The warmth of your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;And the touch of your lips&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;When you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;I hear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;Memories of us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;Speaking loud and clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;When you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;I see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;Programs you like&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;Alone on tv&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;When you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;I feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;Everything loses its charm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;Life becomes a drill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;When you are gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;I understand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;How good it feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;To just hold your hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;In your absence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;The truth work of love becomes so clear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial;"&gt;So please please come back soon to me, my dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-2231959888665947200?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/2231959888665947200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=2231959888665947200' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/2231959888665947200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/2231959888665947200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2012/01/when-you-are-gone.html' title='When you are gone'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-3820713142799150463</id><published>2012-01-08T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-15T08:10:37.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;When i taste&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;When i skip a silent beat&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna share it with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;When i kiss the morning sunshine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;When i listen to music divine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna share it with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Our lives are now entwined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Our hearts are now enjoined&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;My dreams follow you everywhere&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;Oh sweet honey of mine!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;When i hear wisdom speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;When humming birds squeak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I wanna share it with you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;When I look into your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;When we spend loving nights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;I&amp;nbsp;realize&amp;nbsp;I am one with you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-3820713142799150463?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/3820713142799150463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=3820713142799150463' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3820713142799150463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3820713142799150463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2012/01/when.html' title='When...........'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-2954050919959420052</id><published>2011-05-04T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-04T08:56:10.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>let THE LIGHT shine through</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;Sometimes in our life, in each and every one of our lives in fact, comes a time&amp;nbsp;when we are weighed down by our troubles. Just troubles per say. But we make them very personal and&amp;nbsp;"Our Troubles" they become. &lt;br /&gt;When the burden of the body seems too heavy to carry around. When tears cloud&amp;nbsp;the eyes and doubts cloud our judgments. Everyone’s problem maybe similar, maybe different. Maybe big, maybe small. Maybe simple, maybe hard. May have a solution, may have none. But&amp;nbsp;for everyone the&amp;nbsp;feeling is almost the same. To us our problem is really unique just as we are. Really&amp;nbsp;important, just as we are. Really special, just as we are.&amp;nbsp;It’s like someone else’s cancer doesn’t make my common cold and flu any less painful. Isn't it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is at these times when we most need the Divine. And we are begging for His intervention.&amp;nbsp;And we wait and wait.&amp;nbsp;For that Light to shine to through. But how could the Divine intervene when we ourselves are stopping Him from doing it. The Light is in us but the cloud cover of pain and doubt is so big, that we occasionally see a glimpse of a&amp;nbsp;ray or two shining through. And then we blame Him when the fault is only ours. All the texts, all holy books, all great Masters always said that God is in us. But how do we really see Him? How do we really feel Him? What do we do now? Now when everything is so wrong, so wrong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And really all we need is to......&lt;br /&gt;Just sit back for a moment. A beautiful moment in time this is going to be. Close those ever fluttering eyes lids. Shut that ever roaming mind.&amp;nbsp;Silence those ever screaming&amp;nbsp;noises. And.....and let the breath come in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A&amp;nbsp;beautiful deep breath perhaps for a start. A simple sweet refresher. A reminder of being alive and in the present. Enjoying the beauty of the present erasing the suffering of the bygone past and the dreams of an unknown tomorrow. A simple silent breath is all it takes. There’s one and two and three……air goes in and comes out….slowly, simply and happily. Just focus on it. I know it’s going to be hard. But so is everything in life that’s really worth it. It is hard to get good grades. And it is hard to get a good job. And it is hard to just survive in this ever moving fast world. But like anything else this is really worth it. And maybe more so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let&amp;nbsp;the breath flow and energize the&amp;nbsp;life in you. Slowly, simply, silently.......and just as easily as you breathe every day. But this time with your mind and soul focussed on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And leave the rest to nature. Somewhere slowly the clouds will start to move. But mind you, your mind has to just focus of the breath. Not on anything else. Just that beautiful breath in all its glory. Celebrate it. Enjoy it. Taste it. Kiss it. And life will kiss you back. The Light will shine through. Just as the dark clouds which made your eyes rain tears will start going away, a new dawn will shine inside the horizons of your soul. A ray and one more till theres bright sunshine. The night of your fears gone forever and you bask in the warmth of the glorious morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love and Peace to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-2954050919959420052?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/2954050919959420052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=2954050919959420052' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/2954050919959420052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/2954050919959420052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2011/05/let-light-shine-through.html' title='let THE LIGHT shine through'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-1863690053093384903</id><published>2011-03-16T20:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:25:07.637-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He sits still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;His eyes closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He doesn’t speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But His voices echoes through souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am wandering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am lost&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am searching in vain&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;For a happiness that doesn’t last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He sits still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;His eyes closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He doesn’t speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But His voice echoes through souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I laugh and cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;As days keep going by&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes I am on a low&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes on a high&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He sits still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;His eyes closed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;He doesn’t speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;But His voice echoes through souls&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;One day that voice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Calls out to me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hear a faint whisper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;From a place deep within me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is my time now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To stop this endless search&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;It is my time now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To let the journey start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;From joy and mirth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;To everlasting happiness &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Deep in the heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;And&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I sit still&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I close my eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I don’t speak&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;I hear His voice &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Truth wins over all lies&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-1863690053093384903?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/1863690053093384903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=1863690053093384903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/1863690053093384903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/1863690053093384903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2011/03/search.html' title='The Search'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-6561149322361544604</id><published>2010-12-10T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T11:00:12.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter I Love</title><content type='html'>Winter I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make summer seem worthy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A white blessing from Thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thy unmatched simplicity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter I love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life fulfilling mother nature’s duty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cold winds with a twist of hot chocolate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey colored skies with snow’s purest droplet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way you hide all green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After which nature emerges out like a fairy queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter I love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou should be loved more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter I love &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rule of life’s eternal changing cycles you show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-6561149322361544604?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/6561149322361544604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=6561149322361544604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6561149322361544604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6561149322361544604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/12/winter-i-love.html' title='Winter I Love'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-2683429820989842910</id><published>2010-09-24T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T18:55:43.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Expression of Love</title><content type='html'>She was never loved by anyone. All failed to see the beauty of her smile, her shining eyes, her long gone youth and her amazing serenity. They all failed to see her in fact. Living with a heartless husband for the past 50 years&amp;nbsp;Samyukta expected nothing great out of life anymore. She was satisfied to be a grandmother of a healthy young bunch, a proud mother of three children happily married into their lives. She didn’t disturb their peace just as she had never disturbed anyone’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She&amp;nbsp;demanded nothing. Only gave. As much as she could. Youth had blossomed long back and gone with the many beautiful springs. But her life continued the same. She was an ideal daughter who gave to her family, an ideal wife who gave to her husband and an ideal mother who gave to her children. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even now she gave as she served her sick husband in his death bed, with kindness compassion and patience and a strange kind of sadness. The house would be empty without him. No more screaming at her, no more stinging remarks, no more fear of his fury. To another it might seem like relief but strangely enough she was so used to this that she didn’t know what life would be like without him. Anyways she wasn’t thinking of that today. Today’s duties were to get the pain killers from doctor sahib’s clinic. No medication would work anymore and it was only painkillers that were left. She prayed as she entered sahib’s clinic hoping this would provide some relief to the dying man in extreme pain. “Mrs. Rao, please come in.” A kind voice beckoned her in. The doctor’s eyes were so kind it almost moved her to tears. He knew the pain the family was in and he had been as sweet as he could to help out. “Mrs. Rao why did you come yourself? You should have called me. I would have sent Vijay over. He could have gotten the medicines to your house.” “Thank you so much doctor but I just felt why trouble you. Anyways we owe you so much already. You have been more than kind to us.” Tears glistened from nowhere in her eyes. So used to a harsh life, the slightest bit of affection would move her deep inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Samyukta born to a rich merchant was the youngest of four children. Her mother had died shortly after her birth and she was raised by a busy father who had little time for her and a phlegmatic step mother who didn’t care to show any love to her step kids. Marriage had seemed like a beautiful new beginning but it just turned out to be a way into another hell. In the early 50’s in a small town in India Samyukta’s future could only be shaped by the fate of how good her husband would be. It was a lottery system. And they picked Aditya Rao, a handsome rich bachelor from a family matching hers. She remembered taking a sneek peek from behind the curtains at the handsome stranger she was going to marry. She had given him her heart even before seeing him. But she was in for a rude awakening. With money and beauty Aditya also had a temper which could raise hell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was suddenly shaken out of the moment. The memory of her husband screaming at home set her running back. She said a hurried Namaste to the doctor and made her way back to&amp;nbsp;the house. The kids had been wanting to help out. But how long could they stay? After all they too had their lives to be worked out. She had insisted that they would be fine and she would call for help when needed. But today suddenly she felt weak. There was something about the color of the sky. The dark clouds had gathered over to feed the thirsty earth and something about their color seemed like a bad omen to her. She hurried her steps back home not caring about the red mud sticking to her white saree. She had sneaked out to get the medicines as her husband slept. This had become a daily ritual to get all her chores done as he rested and then to rush back to him. To the screams of pain and anger at the pain which he directed at her. But today as she stepped inside the house it was still quiet and she felt the same twinge of fear lurking inside. She went in tiptoeing so she wouldn’t disturb him had he been sleeping. After all it was so hard for him to sleep these days inspite of all the medication and she hated to wake him up by mistake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly enough, he was awake she noticed. And he wasn’t screaming or angry, instead she saw small salt water ponds making their way from his eyes to the embroidered bed sheet. “Smayu!” he said in a tone very unlike him. “Come here please.” She followed his direction and sat besides him on the ground like she usually did. No no he said with a motion of his head and patted his hand on the bed beside him. She was shocked but too obedient to ask, she did just&amp;nbsp;as told. Today was really different. He held her hand. “Ji” she said with respect. “I will get you the medicine.” “No no forget about it.” he said “It wont help anymore. I was waiting for you. For you to come back. I had to say something. I have been a fool Samyu. A bigger fool than ever. It took me so long to realize the treasure I had. To realize your worth. I troubled you so much. Forgive me Samyu. Please forgive me.” “Ji please don’t say such things. I hold nothing against you. Please don’t worry about anything. It doesn’t matter.” “No it does, I never made life easy for you. I never appreciated you. Maybe it is the pain of death or this disease. But today Samyu I wanted to tell you one thing. Please forgive me. I was a fool. And I only realize it now when nothing can be done. But I wanted to tell you one thing. That no matter what I did in my strange way I always loved you. From the time I saw your feet behind the curtain when you were&amp;nbsp;trying to see me years ago. I fell in love with you at that moment. I was stupid and never expressed it but I love you Samyu.” He couldn’t hold his breath longer. Blood splurged out from his deep coughs until he closed his eyes on her lap. She held his hand as he entered another world. Just as they held hands the day they married. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today for the first time in life Samyukta felt the taste of love. As the rain fell on the dry earth and fulfilled her thirst, Samyukta’s life was fulfilled. A fresh scent from wet mud pervaded the room as silence reined the quiet evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-2683429820989842910?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/2683429820989842910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=2683429820989842910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/2683429820989842910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/2683429820989842910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/09/expression-of-love.html' title='An Expression of Love'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-3866804003777392505</id><published>2010-09-17T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T08:02:53.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Angel</title><content type='html'>I still remember that day. The murky smells of the hospital air, the gloomy dark walls, the serious faces of everyone looking at me, the sad gravity of the situation and most of all I remember her. She fighting her tears trying to be strong. Staring at me with her big brown eyes. Those were the eyes I fell in love with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But here were testing times. I was here with the fight for my life. Struggling against time. Against fire. Against the remnants of what fire left of me rather. I don’t remember much after that. The endless surgeries, the numbing pain and the uncertainties all seem to be distant memories I can view through a thick haze of anesthesia. All I remember vividly is her. The caring touch which didn’t hurt burnt skin. The balm of love which penetrated through the mass of the body into something deeper. We weren’t married then. In fact we had just met. A little courtship , a little flirtation, a few dates but here she was, standing by me in my worst times. And Oh God something good I must have done for sure to get her. I had never believed in God, in religion, in a higher powers judging me. I lived by the judgment of my own will to decide what’s right or wrong. But now I did. Cause finding her was a miracle on its own.&lt;br /&gt;It was a balmy spring evening when she sat by my side. Both of us looking at the beauty outside. Each lost in our own thoughts of each other. The pink skies touched the city skyline. And I asked her what had been in my mind for so long. “ But I don’t understand one thing. You could have found someone so much better. More successful, much better looking. Look at me now! All scars and nothing else. Why do you still want to marry me ? I wouldn’t have blamed you if you wanted to see a much better face, a much better partner. You can move on. You can find someone better for you. I am not capable of providing all that someone else can.” And she smiled silently. Her big brown eyes with a faraway glance. “ But where would I find a heart which jumps into a building on fire to rescue a child? I don’t see the scars, I see that heart.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew then why I had fallen in love with those big brown eyes. They were the eyes of an angel. My personal angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-3866804003777392505?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/3866804003777392505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=3866804003777392505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3866804003777392505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3866804003777392505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-angel.html' title='My Angel'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-9046977388808027569</id><published>2010-06-30T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T19:45:17.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Aren’t you the one? Said she&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Pretty and demure in blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Life is strange you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;That day i had no clue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It was a simple bus ride indeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;An ordinary day beautiful and green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A routine of&amp;nbsp;everyday&amp;nbsp;you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Until she came to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The delectable fairy queen&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;She said she knew me from before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A life far and unheard heretofore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;She claimed to be you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;My lost soul mate from eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I looked again at her eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The look of an angel from a lost paradise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I was a little&amp;nbsp;shocked&amp;nbsp;you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;That she would feel this way for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;An ordinary man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;With an ordinary life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;A simple day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;In an endless strife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And suddenly came along a beauty&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Questioning all my sense of duty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It was new for me you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;To be in a pretty belle’s company&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;She kept saying she dreamed of me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Every single day and night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;She was surprised herself you see&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;To find a face from the shadows of her mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The intensity of her words hit me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I realized maybe she wasn’t lying somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Her innocent clarity made me feel you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;That I was meant to her destiny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;It’s been 20 years from that day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;When I met my wife in a sudden sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;But it still surprises me you see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The simple truth of how strange life can be&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/30054149-9046977388808027569?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/9046977388808027569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=9046977388808027569' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/9046977388808027569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/9046977388808027569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/06/arent-you-one-said-she-pretty-and.html' title='Life is Strange'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-8650201709702544722</id><published>2010-06-20T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T18:13:09.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ross &amp; Kay</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It was another world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It was another time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;When they met in the never ending line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Both were young&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Both were gay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It was just another wintry day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;His eyes met her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In a sudden silent spur&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The heart skipped a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;His body felt sudden heat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Life took a big leap&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As love struck him down deep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She seemed unaware&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Demure and pretty fair&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;He had to literally stop time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And he ran up to her in the long line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sparks flew across&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;As he said my name is Ross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;She smiled sweet and shy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Oh for that he could just die&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;This is how it all started&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The love that never parted&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And just another wintry day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Became the anniversary of Ross and Kay&lt;/span&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/30054149-8650201709702544722?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/8650201709702544722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=8650201709702544722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/8650201709702544722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/8650201709702544722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/06/ross-kay.html' title='Ross &amp; Kay'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-1427300193677169579</id><published>2010-03-26T19:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T19:04:19.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I discovered the storms in my mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I heard the voice most unkind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I saw the starlight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I faced the lonely cold night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I discovered the chords of peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I heard mother nature speak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I saw life fold unfold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I saw the true worth of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I saw many mysteries unravel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I let my heart travel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I saw the true light&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the silence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri;"&gt;I rested peacefully at midnight&lt;/span&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/30054149-1427300193677169579?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/1427300193677169579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=1427300193677169579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/1427300193677169579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/1427300193677169579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-silence.html' title='In the Silence'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-6551985501270643053</id><published>2010-03-13T12:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:10:12.751-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Illusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Living an illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;A dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;With you happy and me happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And between us flows this steady stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Living a fantasy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;A dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;With you smiling and me smiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And between us flows this steady stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Living a miracle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;A dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;With you at peace and me at peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And between us flows this steady stream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Living reality&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;A sudden scream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;With you waking up and me waking up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And between us flows this steady stream&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/30054149-6551985501270643053?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/6551985501270643053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=6551985501270643053' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6551985501270643053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6551985501270643053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/03/illusions.html' title='Illusions'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-7118247837065637423</id><published>2010-03-13T12:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:09:15.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams are Dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;This was my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And it happened one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;When you came and told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;What I waited to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I didn’t know this love would even exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;When I gave you my last parting kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And now I see my fantasies come true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;With you here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Saying to me this day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;That you love me and I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;This was my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And it happened one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;When you came and told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;What I waited to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I didn’t know that fairytales were true&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;When I was so lost and I left you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And now I see that love may prove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;That all the crap we read&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Did really brew&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;This was my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And it happened one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;When you came and told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;What I waited to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I didn’t know that time would go away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;When I flew far and went with the sway&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And now I see that the doors are closed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;That all the chains hold me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And in cage of gold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;This was my dream&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And it happened one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;When you came and told me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;What I waited to say&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/30054149-7118247837065637423?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/7118247837065637423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=7118247837065637423' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/7118247837065637423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/7118247837065637423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/03/dreams-are-dreams.html' title='Dreams are Dreams'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-1359106431720540462</id><published>2010-03-13T12:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T12:08:15.508-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;It pains so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;As I bleed inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;The wound aint seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;But it hurts a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Beneath my hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I feel the lump&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Down in my throat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I am going down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Can no more float&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;It pains so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;As I bleed inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;The wound aint seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;But it hurts a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Beneath my hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I hear you cry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And tears fall from my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I cant live this anymore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;No more lies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;It pains so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;As I bleed inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;The wound aint seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;But it hurts a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Beneath my hide&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Your sharp pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Makes my emotions drain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I feel the pouring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;From the crying rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;It pains so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;As I bleed inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;The wound aint seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;But it hurts a lot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Beneath my hide&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/30054149-1359106431720540462?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/1359106431720540462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=1359106431720540462' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/1359106431720540462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/1359106431720540462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-pain.html' title='On Pain'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-6087008849755115485</id><published>2010-02-27T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:10:21.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sudden moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;From the skipping of a beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;To a warm feeling in my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;To a bittersweet softness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Till finally we part&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Will you love me after we die?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Will you still miss me and cry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Is this love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Cause I am flying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;High up in the wild sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Were we always meant to be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;This day I waited to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I feel so complete in your arms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Fulfilled in my true&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;glory&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/30054149-6087008849755115485?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/6087008849755115485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=6087008849755115485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6087008849755115485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6087008849755115485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/sudden-moment.html' title='A sudden moment'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-8050291346975933831</id><published>2010-02-27T10:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:08:34.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Once in your life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;It happens only once in your life they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And it happened to me this one time now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;It happens only once in your life they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And I feel everything is so right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;It happens only once in your life they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And you made me feel this way somehow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;It happens only once in your life they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And you made it true for me I don’t know how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;It happens only once in your life they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And its driving me so crazy now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;It happens only once in your life they say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And this is what I feel today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;With you in my arms here and now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;And all words fail to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;So I just manage to whisper&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;Wow&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/30054149-8050291346975933831?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/8050291346975933831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=8050291346975933831' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/8050291346975933831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/8050291346975933831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-in-your-life.html' title='Once in your life'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-9001385197917827543</id><published>2010-02-27T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T10:09:40.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving on</title><content type='html'>My head throbs&lt;br /&gt;Cause its so hard&lt;br /&gt;To hurt you and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head throbs&lt;br /&gt;Cause its so hard&lt;br /&gt;To hurt you and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love u so&lt;br /&gt;Even i dont know&lt;br /&gt;How could i finally let go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sobs&lt;br /&gt;Cause its so hard&lt;br /&gt;To leave you and go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart sobs&lt;br /&gt;Cause its so hard&lt;br /&gt;To leave you and go on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You aint perfect&lt;br /&gt;And i aint no more&lt;br /&gt;Aut together with you&lt;br /&gt;Love did explore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beat stops&lt;br /&gt;Cause its so hard&lt;br /&gt;To break us and walk on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beat stops&lt;br /&gt;Cause its so hard&lt;br /&gt;To break us and walk on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-9001385197917827543?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/9001385197917827543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=9001385197917827543' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/9001385197917827543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/9001385197917827543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/moving-on.html' title='Moving on'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-6326971494603954296</id><published>2010-02-25T16:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T16:59:29.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You loved me for my worst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me for my best&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me with a thirst&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me to distraction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To maddening stupefaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me to insanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To livid clarity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me with a cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With no damn clause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me with a passion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To complete satisfaction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You loved me you see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just being me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I always loved you my love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-6326971494603954296?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/6326971494603954296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=6326971494603954296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6326971494603954296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6326971494603954296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/you-loved-me-for-my-worst-you-loved-me.html' title=''/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-6603028858147379370</id><published>2010-02-16T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T17:27:50.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="im" style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I guess we can’t be friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Cause it doesn’t make sense no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I guess we can’t be friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Cause it aint the same as before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I guess we can’t talk again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Cause there aint nothing left to say no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="im" style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I guess we can’t talk again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Cause it may just be a big bore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I guess we can’t smile together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Cause there aint no reason to be happy no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I guess we can’t smile together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Cause our hearts pained enough and&amp;nbsp;tore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="im" style="color: #500050;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I guess we can’t say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Cause there aint words left no more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I guess we can’t say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;Cause we already settled the final score&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/30054149-6603028858147379370?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/6603028858147379370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=6603028858147379370' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6603028858147379370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6603028858147379370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/goodbye.html' title='Goodbye'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-3604955063430724704</id><published>2010-02-14T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T17:30:16.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Can I Say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I say I don’t love you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When my heart pines with every breath it takes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I say I don’t love you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When my soul dies every step away from you I make&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I say you aren’t cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When your smile makes me go mute&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I say you aren’t the one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When everything reminds me of you my hon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I say I am not hurt?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When my heart is drained of its happy spurt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I say to you goodbye?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When all day long I miss you and cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I say I am over you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When our love is still as good as new&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;How can I say anything my beauty?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;When we are parting bound by duty&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;So lets just say nothing at all&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;Let silence reign on this lonely nightfall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-3604955063430724704?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/3604955063430724704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=3604955063430724704' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3604955063430724704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3604955063430724704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/how-can-i-say.html' title='How Can I Say?'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-8258579673532760275</id><published>2010-02-13T17:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T17:22:14.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;I really loved this girl so much. I don’t know&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;she held or&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;it was but this strange liking of her presence haunted me for years. I was an old man now. A full life behind. A mature man. A wise man. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;a family. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;enjoyed all the mystic pleasures of life which seemed so allusive as a young child. But here when I met her today nothing seemed to justify&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;I&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;learned all my life. She unlearned my wisdom and ripped on the years since I&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;last met her.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;No it wasn’t her beauty. She was standing as silver as me. Smiling lines deepened with the years but oh so pretty&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;seemed. So kissable, so lovable. Her hair now an adorable shiny grey. She dint seem to prefer hiding her age with the dyes as many of us did. Here we met, caught by surprise. It was really strange. A sudden meeting at a place we never thought we would meet at. As a matter of fact I never thought I would meet her again. Separated by horizons, dimensions and more than anything by emotions we thought we lost.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 10pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Calibri; font-size: small;"&gt;But here I was at the same place thirty years from that day when I last saw her. And I knew&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;the right thing to do was. I&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;to be with her. She was always meant to be mine and she was mine even after so long. She smiled with knowledge, with understanding, with recognition of my thoughts. Even now with spouses, babies and lives in between we still were the same. I guess nothing really mattered and&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;mattered was&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;we&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="il" style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: #ffffcc; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial initial;"&gt;had&lt;/span&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/30054149-8258579673532760275?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/8258579673532760275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=8258579673532760275' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/8258579673532760275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/8258579673532760275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-really-loved-this-girl-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-4220453150207624008</id><published>2010-02-06T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-06T12:27:09.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood Games</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Whenever I was sad I drew pictures of girls with tear drops in their&lt;br /&gt;eyes. They would cry too along with me. Imaginary friends. Imaginary&lt;br /&gt;beings. Crying for an imaginary sadness in a mad mad world. We all&lt;br /&gt;were insane here.&lt;br /&gt;Those dolls had similar faces to the faces I liked. Strands of&lt;br /&gt;straight hair. Flicks on the side and a nice egg shaped face with good&lt;br /&gt;cheeks and cheekbones. They all had happy faces. Like a proper smiley.&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t need to smile to convey the happiness in their face. But&lt;br /&gt;their eyes cried. Tears glistened all the same through the smileys&lt;br /&gt;eyes.&lt;br /&gt;And I would draw them on and on. Mindlessly, consciously noting only&lt;br /&gt;their features. Nothing mattered but how perfect they came out. The&lt;br /&gt;situation around faded into a haze and the problem was forgotten in&lt;br /&gt;the pursuit of perfection of those dolls.&lt;br /&gt;They had stories too, associated with them. And they were drawn one&lt;br /&gt;after another in different dresses to follow that story. And now is&lt;br /&gt;her wedding and she would be drawn and a bride and sometimes it was&lt;br /&gt;even better to change a previously drawn picture to give it new&lt;br /&gt;hairdos and clothes. Its like the fun coloring the lips of a magazine&lt;br /&gt;picture of a heroine and repainting her makeup. A mindless game which&lt;br /&gt;was an anesthesia&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; font-family: Calibri, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 17px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: normal;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to heal the situations around. And situations would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;heal on their own because I was too busy drawing too even try to&lt;br /&gt;trouble with them.&lt;br /&gt;Life is a mindless game.&lt;br /&gt;A hallucination of something we call “reality”. Man whats the point of&lt;br /&gt;this when its all about nothingness. The things you earn left to live&lt;br /&gt;on after you. The situation which troubles you left to be as is after&lt;br /&gt;you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-4220453150207624008?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/4220453150207624008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=4220453150207624008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/4220453150207624008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/4220453150207624008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/childhood-games.html' title='Childhood Games'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-3169139336929920484</id><published>2010-02-04T19:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T19:34:28.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;The day is now drawing closer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;But she ain’t happy this time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Cause he is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Far and long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And she is missing; Her Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;He had promised her he would come back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;But no sign of him near their shack&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;No letter, no post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;No message to boast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And she worries; If he is fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Cause he is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Far and long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And she is missing; Her Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;It’s a cold night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Darkness reins the skies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;But she stands waiting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;For his one sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;No moon, no stars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;No horses, no cars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And she sits alone; to dine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Cause he is gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Far and long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And she is missing; Her Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;In the distance suddenly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A light burns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;From the heavens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;He returns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;A ghost, an angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;An apparition of a knight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Cause she is alone tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Sitting forlon, sad and cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;But he knows their promise still does hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;And he crossed horizons to go against time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;Just for tonight he has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-ascii-font-family: Calibri; mso-bidi-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;; mso-hansi-font-family: Calibri;"&gt;So he can be her Valentine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: &amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&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/30054149-3169139336929920484?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/3169139336929920484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=3169139336929920484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3169139336929920484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3169139336929920484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/missing-valentine.html' title='Missing Valentine'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-7530445857704929521</id><published>2010-02-04T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:45:15.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck</title><content type='html'>In separate worlds we live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You breathe a different daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I bathe in the starlit night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You feel the warmth of sunshine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I kiss the moons silver line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day begins when yours ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My night starts at your evening bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are up &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At sunrise I smile &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When at dusk you frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But In a parallel world we are together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands in glee forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our souls connected&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our bodies are apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Distance gone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the beat of a heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am sad at day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cry at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you smile away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what’s it that we do now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which world do we choose now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we coexist and are still far away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging somewhere in the middle of the sway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either break all bonds and move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or come here now and let’s see the dawn&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-7530445857704929521?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/7530445857704929521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=7530445857704929521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/7530445857704929521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/7530445857704929521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/stuck.html' title='Stuck'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-8860273886037772492</id><published>2010-02-04T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T08:02:14.694-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tring Tring</title><content type='html'>I call you to tell you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you to say hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you for no reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you to listen to that sleepy voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just tell you some more lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you to hear your silent breaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To just kiss the sounds crests&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you see your smile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To stop my curious exploding bile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you to feel the dial on my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just cause i miss brushing your strands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you cause I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To say that I don't miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you to spell hatred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my heart bleeds red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you through the frugal times&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To talk about nickels and dimes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you when I am sick and dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To steal the peace from your head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I call you to aplogize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just another reason in disguise&lt;br /&gt;I call you to just call you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted by practice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Addicted by habit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finding fake reasons to be with you my rabbit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-8860273886037772492?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/8860273886037772492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=8860273886037772492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/8860273886037772492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/8860273886037772492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/tring-tring.html' title='Tring Tring'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-3375111754460591106</id><published>2010-02-04T06:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T06:17:50.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilt</title><content type='html'>Guilt it stains you red&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt it can bleed you till dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt it just aint right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt it haunts you at night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt you know I have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt you know I can die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt you see me through the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt you hold up this fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt I cant take no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt just now please let me go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt I shall now regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guilt I really do repent &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Guilty days &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more Guilty nights&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye forever to this lies&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-3375111754460591106?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/3375111754460591106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=3375111754460591106' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3375111754460591106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3375111754460591106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2010/02/guilt.html' title='Guilt'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-6323211827076658043</id><published>2009-09-10T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T16:07:17.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BitterSweet</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It is a strange sadness&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A hint of a smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A glistening tear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When someone so far&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Will never again come near&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few miles away&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But light years apart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today my dear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Finally we part&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bittersweet departure&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A lost fear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Loosing me in you first&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And now loosing you my dear&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile as we say goodbye&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Cause I can never see you cry&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We weren’t wrong baby&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And we did really try&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday as we’ll grow apart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our love will sink deep down in our heart&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And then you will smile&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A memory of me in your eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The faint trace of perfume&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Us waltzing eternally in paradise&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-6323211827076658043?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/6323211827076658043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=6323211827076658043' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6323211827076658043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6323211827076658043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2009/09/bittersweet.html' title='BitterSweet'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-300000873982979917</id><published>2009-07-18T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-18T15:22:59.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;There are times When you lose everything&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only to find again&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The peace in sunlight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Happiness in twilight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love in the shade of trees&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Kisses in light breezes &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When your hands are Empty as can be&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You will again see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The lines of your life&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Curving into paths untried&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Jumping on a new ride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Facing a different tide &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;There are times When the tears blind you&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Only so you could see&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The joys hidden inside&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An identity devoid of pride&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Truth of the century &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Find solace in your sanctuary &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When you say to me There ain’t no good in life anymore&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will make you breathe &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;In the shade of the sycamore &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Delve deep in your character&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Find love in one another&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Hold onto the happy feather&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Forever and ever&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-300000873982979917?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/300000873982979917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=300000873982979917' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/300000873982979917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/300000873982979917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2009/07/there-are-times-when-you-lose.html' title=''/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-7456945645062984030</id><published>2009-07-16T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T20:18:39.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;She was like that as a child&lt;br /&gt;Two lovely ponies&lt;br /&gt;Two colorful bands&lt;br /&gt;Two button shaped eyes&lt;br /&gt;And a tiny pair of hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like that as a child&lt;br /&gt;Hundred thousand dolls&lt;br /&gt;One million toys&lt;br /&gt;Curly curly hair&lt;br /&gt;With two little strands&lt;br /&gt;Two button shaped eyes&lt;br /&gt;And a tiny pair of hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was like that as a child&lt;br /&gt;Two chubby cheeks&lt;br /&gt;Two pinks lips&lt;br /&gt;Million sticky kisses&lt;br /&gt;On Ice cream colored skin&lt;br /&gt;Glowing like shiny sand&lt;br /&gt;Two button shaped eyes&lt;br /&gt;And a tiny pair of hands &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-7456945645062984030?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/7456945645062984030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=7456945645062984030' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/7456945645062984030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/7456945645062984030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2009/07/cute.html' title='Cute'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-6476226962381785153</id><published>2009-07-01T17:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:32:25.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love at First Sight</title><content type='html'>He looked at the tiny infant behind the glass. Through the transparency of the glass he could see his life. With tubes in her tiny nose. The basic struggle for life. No one teaches us that. Which even an infant knows on her first day in the world. She knew it too and here was the little warrior princess. His princess.  How could somebody be so special in just one day? How could someone touch his heart the way she did?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to touch her to find if she was real or he was still dreaming of his princess. But he couldn’t. The thin transparent glass had the power to hold a full gown man back. He stayed.&lt;br /&gt;He had never wanted her. How could he not have wanted her? Perhaps this was why she was leaving him. He hated himself, every inch of his body hurt with burning hatred for his dislike of her. How could he have not wanted her? She was his life after all. His heart would always beat for her from that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had shiny black strands of hair. Just set like his own. Her nose would grow would grow up to be his someday. So would her skin. Honey colored like his, shining radiantly through his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh God. Please…..”he could barely manage a whisper, words were too heavy to leave that contorted mouth. Her image disoriented by those salt water ponds in his eyes. He couldn’t cry now. He couldn’t. Cause he had to fight with her. After all she was too young to be able to hold the darkness away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He would light the candles. He would flame the torch. He would not let those closed eyes see darkness. He would go into dreamland. She would get her back. This was no time to cry. This was a war. Her war, now his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some nights in your life pass so slowly. Like every ticking second is an eternity of its own. Don’t even know if there should be a tomorrow.A tomorrow you never wanted to see, a tomorrow of your nightmares or your dreams. Only to be decided by the slow seconds of tonight. He held on to tonight. To her. Just for this night my love. Just for this night. Don’t go please.&lt;br /&gt;Sleep would have been an analgesic but sleep was impossible and he couldn’t leave his vigil. Attachment! Oh attachment! It comes from a day, a moment or a dream. And he was attached for life now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another dawn and twenty years went by. She was going away again today. After all she was a grown up now. Leaving him again. But this time only to come back to visit. A warrior princess. His princess.  What he felt for her never changed. He was still attached. Perhaps for life, perhaps for eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-6476226962381785153?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/6476226962381785153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=6476226962381785153' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6476226962381785153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/6476226962381785153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-at-first-sight_01.html' title='Love at First Sight'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-1023891794725179487</id><published>2009-07-01T17:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:26:11.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unwanted Child</title><content type='html'>Unwanted Child&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted Child&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted Child, He was&lt;br /&gt;Growing up to tell, A pack of lies&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted Child, He was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When other babies&lt;br /&gt;Smelled sweet mirth&lt;br /&gt;He was born in a pile of dirt&lt;br /&gt;No mother, No Father&lt;br /&gt;No Brother, No Sister&lt;br /&gt;The side street&lt;br /&gt;His only shelter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Callused by winds&lt;br /&gt;Cursed by rains&lt;br /&gt;Burned by the sun&lt;br /&gt;His body still didn't drain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted Child&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted Child&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted Child, He was&lt;br /&gt;Growing up to tell a pack of lies&lt;br /&gt;Unwanted Child, He was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He never even knew&lt;br /&gt;When was his birthday&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to catch&lt;br /&gt;Just a happy ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He danced to any rhythm&lt;br /&gt;With unknown friends&lt;br /&gt;He fought the masses&lt;br /&gt;For a loaf of bread&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There he stands today&lt;br /&gt;An old man with a will&lt;br /&gt;Who lived for survival&lt;br /&gt;An Unwanted Child, still&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-1023891794725179487?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/1023891794725179487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=1023891794725179487' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/1023891794725179487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/1023891794725179487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2009/07/unwanted-child.html' title='Unwanted Child'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-4290547460625941036</id><published>2009-07-01T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:18:22.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday</title><content type='html'>It was a birthday again.&lt;br /&gt;Two different scenes&lt;br /&gt;Two different lives&lt;br /&gt;One as a little child&lt;br /&gt;One as a wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes closed everybody shhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;It’s a surprise&lt;br /&gt;She smiled brightly&lt;br /&gt;At the candle light&lt;br /&gt;Draped in ribbons&lt;br /&gt;Covered in a pink lake&lt;br /&gt;She was so happy&lt;br /&gt;Looking at her birthday cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So simple! So innocent!&lt;br /&gt;So happy! So fun!&lt;br /&gt;She loved to play&lt;br /&gt;With both the Barbie and the gun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds shine today&lt;br /&gt;As she stands on the window&lt;br /&gt;Pink now a suave grey&lt;br /&gt;Dancing on the floor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mature! So sophisticated!&lt;br /&gt;So boring! So dull!&lt;br /&gt;She hates to smile&lt;br /&gt;At the silent lull&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darkness fills the room&lt;br /&gt;And she stands alone&lt;br /&gt;Chocolate with no sugar&lt;br /&gt;Life with no laughter&lt;br /&gt;She smells the ariticial fragrance&lt;br /&gt;From a plastic flower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing and Growing&lt;br /&gt;Theres no meaning to this age&lt;br /&gt;Wiser but unhappier&lt;br /&gt;Trudging through lifes maze&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-4290547460625941036?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/4290547460625941036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=4290547460625941036' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/4290547460625941036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/4290547460625941036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2009/07/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy Birthday'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-8830038462425465628</id><published>2009-03-06T15:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T15:34:50.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Solitude</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;She was quiet and clean. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A mediatative presence &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;An effervescent essence &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Gleams of purity &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dusts of gold &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Spurt around her haloed cold &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When she sings I hear the vibrations of the chords &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When she speaks I hear distant sparks &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oh who is she &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A dream &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A fantasy? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A life &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A reality? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She aint the one running in the crowd &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She aint in the race of those screaming loud &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She aint the ocean of deep mysteries &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;She has unraveled all of the histories &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Her purity starts seeping through me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As I begin to see the reality &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Here I sit in legs fold unfold &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As truth is written clear and bold &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I know what she is &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As now I see &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A faint impression of her in me &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-8830038462425465628?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/8830038462425465628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=8830038462425465628' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/8830038462425465628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/8830038462425465628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2009/03/solitude.html' title='Solitude'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-3929315179709338305</id><published>2009-01-19T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:32:37.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this Love?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It's not that heady delight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No not that crazy flight&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More complex than an equation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a simple little solution&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its not easy to know its love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not like bright lights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No not about party nights&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More deep than the ocean&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As steady as true devotion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not easy to know its love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not when you look into my eyes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No not about blue skies&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More calm than passion&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just a simple relation&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not easy to know its love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's not when we kiss&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;No not about those lips&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;More than fascination&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For a neverending duration&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yes I know now its love.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-3929315179709338305?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/3929315179709338305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=3929315179709338305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3929315179709338305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3929315179709338305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2009/01/is-this-love.html' title='Is this Love?'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-9077779244563850517</id><published>2008-12-31T06:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:36:47.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Empty Eyes</title><content type='html'>Empty eyes&lt;br /&gt;Full of silent histories&lt;br /&gt;Of forgotten mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Belong to a lost soul&lt;br /&gt;Now an incoherent hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stills still&lt;br /&gt;Talks forever&lt;br /&gt;Nothing makes sense&lt;br /&gt;To me or her either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are tied by blood&lt;br /&gt;We are tied by expressions&lt;br /&gt;We are tied by threads&lt;br /&gt;By Endless dimensions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't see her sit still&lt;br /&gt;Her old frail self&lt;br /&gt;Her voice now shrill&lt;br /&gt;No pleasure no distress&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind flies into our past&lt;br /&gt;A little child I was&lt;br /&gt;Seeing her grow as I grew&lt;br /&gt;Me colored by youth&lt;br /&gt;Mingled in her silver shades of grey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as we stand&lt;br /&gt;A little foot apart&lt;br /&gt;But in two different worlds&lt;br /&gt;With a pair of empty eyes&lt;br /&gt;And dark crying skies&lt;br /&gt;All that prevails is&lt;br /&gt;The faint scent of love from the fresh earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-9077779244563850517?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/9077779244563850517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=9077779244563850517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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the room and I sit still&lt;br /&gt;A hidden anger starts its drill&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know him&lt;br /&gt;An unknown stranger to me&lt;br /&gt;Why this hidden affliction&lt;br /&gt;Finds sudden company&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sits with me&lt;br /&gt;And I force a smile&lt;br /&gt;His nice words cant stop the bile&lt;br /&gt;It oozes in hatred&lt;br /&gt;It oozes in revulsion&lt;br /&gt;I try in time to stop the explosion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shakes my hand&lt;br /&gt;And it aint coarse like sand&lt;br /&gt;But pain flies out; Like the kiss of a cobra&lt;br /&gt;The disdain flows in; Like a shot in the vertebra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is so nice&lt;br /&gt;So charming&lt;br /&gt;So sweet&lt;br /&gt;But hatred flows in; Rutting the sheet&lt;br /&gt;A strange fragrance; He brings to my mind&lt;br /&gt;A past life instance; Of being unkind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is when I feel&lt;br /&gt;I still need more time to heal&lt;br /&gt;How deep its stung; I don’t know&lt;br /&gt;My love we need to go back in the show&lt;br /&gt;Reverse our hatred and sing songs of love&lt;br /&gt;To forget the fragrance&lt;br /&gt;Stay peaceful as the dove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-4747704734205756985?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/4747704734205756985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=4747704734205756985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/4747704734205756985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/4747704734205756985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2008/09/strange-fragrances.html' title='Strange fragrances'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-6863070246701625374</id><published>2008-07-28T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:59:01.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love this Quote</title><content type='html'>Holding on to anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/b/buddha104025.html"&gt;Buddha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div 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Quote'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-5107891159476213577</id><published>2008-07-28T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:52:22.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Angels</title><content type='html'>As she walks along the road&lt;br /&gt;She sees angels fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes an old woman&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a little boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this journey&lt;br /&gt;There are pebbles and stones&lt;br /&gt;And no one can hear her stifled moans&lt;br /&gt;The tears in her eyes are now dry&lt;br /&gt;And her existence is feeling shamelessly shy&lt;br /&gt;But they come crowding all around&lt;br /&gt;Resting her head on a shining crown&lt;br /&gt;They kiss her cheeks and caress her sigh&lt;br /&gt;Till her fears are bound to die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walks along the road&lt;br /&gt;She sees angels fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a child&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a young guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this journey&lt;br /&gt;There are scary frogs and toads&lt;br /&gt;And no one can drive on this winding road&lt;br /&gt;Its raining and theres no light in the sky&lt;br /&gt;And she is blinded in the eye&lt;br /&gt;But they come crowding all around&lt;br /&gt;Smiling their into her frown&lt;br /&gt;They love her and heal her sty&lt;br /&gt;Till she can see the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she walks along the road&lt;br /&gt;She sees angels fly&lt;br /&gt;Sometime a lady&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes a gypsy rye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-4515175807424106241</id><published>2008-07-25T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:47:55.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>When she was little a little little girl she would holds daddys finger tightly. So much so that daddy had to get his finger checked from the doctor. Her dreams always followed her around. From the time she was little very very little. And now she lives across the street. Her house aint her home seems like. As she walks everyday she doesn’t notice the people who stare at her. Silently.  For the fear they may affect her sanctity. She mite not be pretty but I would never know. Cause she walks with her hair covered by pins and her eyes shadowed by frames and her clothes shadowed by shades of grey. But I still notice the pallor of her skin and the fine lines of her face. No, I am not her admirer in case you’ve just been wondering about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So going back to when she was small sorry very little, very very little cause she is still small, older but still small. She would stand away as the children played and I saw her. Her eyes playing with them but her body standing still. And thoughts clouding her ever thinking mind. And the dreams following her frame. She would stand because she knew she was different. Different she was. I loved her family a pretty lot. Fine mother and father. Wonderful, doting and so kind and full of love. A little family, a very small family with a very little girl, little little girl. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She still walks in the lanes. Her dreams still follow her around and her eyes still show shadows of those thoughts. Her straight brown hair shines as if haloed by the sun and the radiance inside. She is still as lonely as the child. But her eyes don’t want to play anymore. They have long since given up trying to be a part of this world. They have accepted the loneliness of an isolated world and the  pain of being alone as a slow poison which digested itself and now is reining in her veins. Who is wrong? Is it her or the world?&lt;br /&gt;Nobody I know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming back to today. I see her for the first time talking to a man. A strange man for a small woman. A large man for a lonely girl. He walks with his arms around her. And she seems even lonelier  than before. Her heart now clouded with the faint nausea which her eyes sing to my observant nature. And for the first time she looks at me with the glance fixed on me. Seeing me in clear daylight staring at her in her dream. And she smiles from her heart. We are together in this. And this is ours forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-4515175807424106241?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/4515175807424106241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=4515175807424106241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/4515175807424106241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/4515175807424106241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2008/07/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-6858211820515336757</id><published>2008-07-12T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:34:30.204-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winding roads</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was a strained silence between us. Like the chords weren’t strung correctly. Like a musical loosing sync. An uncomfortable silence sitting in between as the road moved and the evening dimmed into night. We in two different worlds driving in another world on empty roads. The sky bending and changing color to evoke some reaction from us but we sitting silent and awkward.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I called him that night. A noise now. Groggy hello. I told him that I loved another man when I loved him so much. A joke between my senses. He too dazed to react. “And I love him……………..ummmmmmmmm” “and now what?”………………………..”and I love you………” “ that’s the truth”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Now a strange lightness. I had confessed what I didn’t feel. I had confessed a sin I didn’t commit. Why? Because it was meant to fill the weird times&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He sits here hearing me. I guess that’s love what keeps him going and me too. Another man sits between us even when we talk. His shadow Fills our heart. And then he knows he loved me and I am just laughing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;We will come through this. We always have like we come through other women. He loves or lusts. He is as innocent as I’m I know. Then why did we do this. In fifteen years of commitment is a moment of confusion a sin?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Maybe yes&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I call him again&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This time its sunk in “but how could you?” “it just happened honey……I’m innocent…….”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What now?” he just wants me to decide whats best.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And that’s loveeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee….happy anniversary&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-6858211820515336757?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/6858211820515336757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=6858211820515336757' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>Dark times are now behind&lt;br /&gt;As the future shows the light&lt;br /&gt;A new dawn&lt;br /&gt;With the night gone&lt;br /&gt;A lovely melody&lt;br /&gt;Of a lost tragedy&lt;br /&gt;Happiness spreads&lt;br /&gt;And you loose all dread&lt;br /&gt;Fears die&lt;br /&gt;As you rise high&lt;br /&gt;You stood at the edge&lt;br /&gt;And you did let go&lt;br /&gt;But the wind cradled you&lt;br /&gt;Taught you to fly&lt;br /&gt;Showed you the truth&lt;br /&gt;Wiped your tears dry&lt;br /&gt;And now a new path shines&lt;br /&gt;With new seeds&lt;br /&gt;Reaping benefits of good deeds&lt;br /&gt;More to sow&lt;br /&gt;Go on now&lt;br /&gt;It’s a new day&lt;br /&gt;All for you&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-7927687160486723202?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/7927687160486723202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=7927687160486723202' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/7927687160486723202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/7927687160486723202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2008/07/into-future.html' title='Into the future'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-5931541351556093778</id><published>2008-07-09T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T05:58:57.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hollows of Lonliness</title><content type='html'>They walk through my minds lanes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A distant memory faded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit alone in a chair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful gray shaded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her sometimes now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the sound of the laughter sighs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It can’t stand this silence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the new silver skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is so little and so young too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mocking at my wrinkles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smiles dimples shine through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see her grow up to a shying teen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To a young woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a beauty queen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A child now in her arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And her eyes full of love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks so at peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pure white dove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The glimmer! The shimmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The shine! The sight !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All get lost into the daylight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence stays unperturbed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories become blurred&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I stay calm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As she becomes me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Withered Alone And old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-5931541351556093778?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/5931541351556093778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=5931541351556093778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/5931541351556093778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/5931541351556093778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2008/07/hollows-of-lonliness.html' title='Hollows of Lonliness'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-2137947410129375605</id><published>2008-05-29T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T07:51:32.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parallel Universe</title><content type='html'>Two lives&lt;br /&gt;Passing me by&lt;br /&gt;In parallel universes&lt;br /&gt;I live and die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake by day&lt;br /&gt;And sleep by night&lt;br /&gt;But my mind leads two parallel lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a different universe&lt;br /&gt;I see you cry&lt;br /&gt;In bright reality&lt;br /&gt;I hear the sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where am I living&lt;br /&gt;Which one is true&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me here&lt;br /&gt;Or you there too?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do we exist?&lt;br /&gt;Where do we belong?&lt;br /&gt;Living two destinies&lt;br /&gt;Different melodies of a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking to existence&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping to reality&lt;br /&gt;Dying and Living&lt;br /&gt;In parallel universes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-2137947410129375605?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/2137947410129375605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=2137947410129375605' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/2137947410129375605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/2137947410129375605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2008/05/parallel-universe.html' title='Parallel Universe'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-606983146918636993</id><published>2008-03-13T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T09:01:57.635-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 of Them</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;They were both mothers. Two very different circumstances. One who wanted her baby but could not have one. One who had a baby but couldn’t afford one. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;They were both mothers. Two very different stances. One who took the child home to have one. One who left the child away to have none.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They were both mothers. Two very different sights. One with her eyes filled with tears of joy. One whose tears had gone dry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;They were both mothers. Two very different lives. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;One who kissed her child at night. One who missed his growing sight.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:100%;" &gt;One who loved him all day. One who saw him go away.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-size:12;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They were both mothers. Two very different women But one son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-606983146918636993?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/606983146918636993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=606983146918636993' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/606983146918636993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/606983146918636993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2008/03/2-of-them.html' title='2 of Them'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-3933232792116521934</id><published>2007-11-02T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T21:49:02.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgotten anger</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The hatred he felt seemd to be melting away every moment. And what filled him instead. He didn’t know. Not today. Today was not the time to think, to feel because he thought nothing , felt nothing. He tried hard to remember the times when he hated her. Her voice, her laughter, the gleam in her eyes, the rash language she used or just her presence. He tried harder. But a blank mask weiled her face now and a blank shield covered his memories.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She sat there still not dead not alive. She had no memory of him or his existence. No memory of his presence no acknowledgement. She sat there pitiable to any mans sight and all men pitied in her eyes. All who would remind her of their presence and she who refused to leave her stupor and identify them. Who was to be pitied after all?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She looked beautiful today. Though he never would have noticed her beauty ever before, now it seemed to be striking by the sheer silence or transparency of the, moment. Her wrinkled fragile existence, her skin designed so beautifully with the color of old age. Her hair shining a golden grey. She looked like an angel. So unlike what he ever would have perceived her to be. She was the one who had made life impossibly hard for him. Tortured his very existence itself and he thought of all the wicked thoughts of revenge which had haunted his soul as he looked at her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All feelings lost into an abyss of emptiness. He couldn’t stand himself anymore. And then it occurred to him. As an empty mind always does. The memory came back. The ind alerted as never. He could see that day. The exact day 20 years back when he saw her looking tenderly at him. For just one lost moment for just one tiny fraction of time. And he found his answer. He turned with a new emptiness now a full voided mind. To never look back at her again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-3933232792116521934?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/3933232792116521934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=3933232792116521934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3933232792116521934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3933232792116521934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2007/11/forgotten-anger.html' title='Forgotten anger'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-984389051647806767</id><published>2007-05-12T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-12T23:35:01.074-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>I stood pouring my heart out into the ears of a stranger, a holy stranger hopefully. But this was the risk we all took here. We who were here to say our deepest, darkest secrets into the ears of a stranger. As the words would travel from the depths of my mind and heart or mind heart combination. Sometimes I don’t know where I really think from my mind or my heart. They would emanate there. Wherever in that mysterious hollow within me. I am not sure if it’s my body or the real me who thinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They would then be converted to vibrations of sound and travel to the ears of that man. The stranger. The stranger who knew me more now, more than my closest friends and relations knew me. He knew those thoughts, which were sometimes hidden even to me. He knew me in all my nakedness. More naked than I would ever be even in my own eyes.&lt;br /&gt;He would know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The waves would then reach his mind or heart or that mind heart combination I am so confused about. What’s his name?&lt;br /&gt;Really what was his name?&lt;br /&gt;The man who held the power to all. Was he playing God here?&lt;br /&gt;Why would I listen to his judgments? Was he really holy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t see him. He was meant to be anonymous. Completely and so was I.&lt;br /&gt;That’s how we all do it. Confess to him. I wonder what he was thinking of. When he heard each of us. Just a mixture of thoughts in his mind . Oh and she thinks this way. How can anyone think this way?&lt;br /&gt;How can anyone do this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what he thought. Or if he thought nothing. Had he really reached that divinity. To think nothing is what is possible only of someone who reaches true divinity. A mind at peace. A mind without judgment. Which is why it is the best judge.&lt;br /&gt;A mind heart mixture with a true void which has lost its dimensions and seen what’s real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was he that man?&lt;br /&gt;But whoever he is, every year we all confess to him. Confession to relieve us. To do new sins. To repeat old sins. This kind of release from guilt to fill guilt again.&lt;br /&gt;Only to confess again here next time to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-984389051647806767?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/984389051647806767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=984389051647806767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/984389051647806767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/984389051647806767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2007/05/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-3971541619129518333</id><published>2007-04-25T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T07:30:41.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ignorance</title><content type='html'>Seemed like just another acquaintance&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like just another instance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know&lt;br /&gt;The depths it touched&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know&lt;br /&gt;The wounds it healed&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know&lt;br /&gt;That I found love In a strangers arms&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;br /&gt;Meanings were lost&lt;br /&gt;And Smiles were cast&lt;br /&gt;A lasting glow&lt;br /&gt;A lasting glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like just another friendship&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like just another spaceship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know&lt;br /&gt;The stars we reached&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know&lt;br /&gt;The euphoria I kissed&lt;br /&gt;But little did I know&lt;br /&gt;That I found love&lt;br /&gt;In a strangers arms&lt;br /&gt;Where&lt;br /&gt;Meanings were lost&lt;br /&gt;And Smiles were cast&lt;br /&gt;A lasting glow&lt;br /&gt;A lasting glow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We met at dawn&lt;br /&gt;All sunsets gone&lt;br /&gt;A day forever&lt;br /&gt;In heaven together&lt;br /&gt;Green fairies&lt;br /&gt;And blue cherries&lt;br /&gt;Starlit nights&lt;br /&gt;And ever bright skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like it was just earth&lt;br /&gt;Seemed like it’s just for mirth&lt;br /&gt;But little did we know&lt;br /&gt;That we found love&lt;br /&gt;In strange arms&lt;br /&gt;When&lt;br /&gt;meanings were born&lt;br /&gt;And hearts were drawn&lt;br /&gt;A lasting glow&lt;br /&gt;A lasting glow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-3971541619129518333?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/3971541619129518333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=3971541619129518333' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3971541619129518333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3971541619129518333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2007/04/ignorance.html' title='Ignorance'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-5446630915732888545</id><published>2007-04-25T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T07:26:27.249-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At First Sight</title><content type='html'>It was just another party. Just another one. But why did the sky look so nice? And why did I feel so good? Perhaps the space around you knows more than you do. It is full of awareness, of knowledge of that which is unknown to you. Perhaps.&lt;br /&gt;I made my way through the crowd. Faces and more faces. Beautiful and not so beautiful perhaps. But who was I to decide that after all? I was too a face in the crowd. The thin crowd of humans who were celebrating something they all didn’t know. Success, pleasures and all the other concretely available happiness’s which would vanish away with your existence.&lt;br /&gt;And then I saw him. No it wasn’t love at first sight. That’s what people call it don’t they? It wasn’t that definitely. It was just an extension to something that had never started and something that would never end. It was a continuation. This wasn’t the first sight. I was sure of it somehow. I had never been so sure of anything in my whole life.&lt;br /&gt;He stood in the middle of the crowd deeply engrossed in conversation with people. But I am sure he felt it too. Without looking at me. Without hearing me. Without a sound. Just in the minutest second of a second he felt it too. I knew it and he knew that I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;We met and we said nothing. There was nothing to be said. We both knew what there was to be said. This was not the first time. I looked at the ceiling. I needed to get away. From myself. From myself with him. From an extension of my life. I needed to be alone but now I could never be alone, alone. We were alone together.&lt;br /&gt;We were with ourselves in entirety and we always were waiting for this time, to join the past and present with the future. He smiled. I did too.&lt;br /&gt;The realization was so sudden and yet it had always been there. It was like a thing I didn’t notice. It sat with me like I sat with myself.&lt;br /&gt;I saw the ring in my finger. Now it made no sense. Suddenly I knew what I had always known. No sense to even remove it. No sense to wear it. It was an object. Meaningless. The power it held lost with the moment it lost its meaning.&lt;br /&gt;And then I spoke. I wanted to break the eternal spell of what I would probably call love. Probably completion. Probably ecstasy. Probably just insanity.&lt;br /&gt;But it was an acknowledgement of what didn’t need to be acknowledged because it was true. Like we didn’t need to acknowledge facts because, they existed.&lt;br /&gt;He spoke with the same rhythm. Breathing and holding my existence within his body. I don’t quiet remember hat happened later because the sequence of events did not matter. They were inconsequential events completing what was already complete. All I now look back at is that moment. Sometimes eventful things happen in small moments. We live in these moments. Like me. Like you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-5446630915732888545?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/5446630915732888545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=5446630915732888545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/5446630915732888545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/5446630915732888545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2007/04/at-first-sight.html' title='At First Sight'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-3873917857324852503</id><published>2007-03-27T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T08:47:49.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone and Complete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;it was a silent night. She stood at the shore. The soft moonlight touched her skin and added glow to her radiant self. She was here today. To end her life. To start a new one. To find a meaning. Or to lose sense of all meanings. She didnt know what. It was to be decided by the sea, by the moon and by the sands, not by her anymore. She had quit deciding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What had brought her here? It was a baseless question which she left in the space around her. Not hoping for the echo of an answer but instead hoping to lose it as far as possible, to travel away as a ray of light emitted from her radiant self. To reach far lands and never to come back to her again. She was tired of thinking, of answering, of listening to answers, of wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a sudden breakdown. The world had brought this on her or she had brought it on to herself and the world. She remembered her past. The endless relations. Her husband at home. Her sweet children now grown up and far away. She felt empty. It wasnt that she had stopped feeling for everyone, its just that she didnt feel strongly anymore. Or did she ever? We are born alone. We die alone. She asked the space "Why then do I ask for connections, for relations, for companionship when I am really and truly happy alone here on the shore? Alone and complete like I can never be with anyone. Always a sham. A fake person, not entirely but in some way. Not me but someone else, slightly different if not completely. The more someone knows you the more you dont know yourself. Why then do I let anyone know me? Why then do I loose my identity to create an identity for me in other peoples eyes. "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All aimless questions shot into space propelled with the speed of light. Travelling to lands unseen and unheard. Never to come back. Sound moving with the speed of light. Because it emanated not from the vibrations of her voice but the vibrations of the infinite within her being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" Love " She said. " The most sought after in the world. Even by those who dont seek for it. Even by those who leave it for material comforts and then crave for it once they quench their material desires. Even by those who say they hate love. For all they live for is love. Everyone. The most common ending for all stories, for all movies and the most sought after ending for life is in love. But I seek no love. I married a man because I loved him. The only sense love made to me was the definition I gave my feelings for him. It represented things I wanted from him and even more the  things I wanted to give him. A companion, a union, a joy, a pain, but all it was, was another mask I wore to hide from what I really was. I became some who I saw in his eyes. I lost my identity for love. I created an identity for love. And was it worth the effort? Not for me I guess. Cause here I am happy to be alone. Alone and complete.Not a parasite who needs others but an independent being that I am."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night was dark and the waters were reaching up to her. They wanted to swallow her, her frame but not her being. And she saw what she wanted was not to drown, but to conquer the waters. Not by wading through them but by sinking in. Being swept with the waves but not being swept as her. Being in a herd of people but living like she would had she been just alone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-3873917857324852503?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/3873917857324852503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=3873917857324852503' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3873917857324852503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/3873917857324852503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2007/03/alone-and-complete.html' title='Alone and Complete'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-444966983766257181</id><published>2007-02-24T05:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:29:34.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On His 80th Birthday</title><content type='html'>He had made it. To a place where he never wanted to go 20 years ago. To a place which he would most definitely go cause he never wanted to die. He was never quite ready for it. There was always more to do. More to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a celebration. The grand house where he lived nowadays seemed more festive than usual. A grand atmosphere to match the grand ocassion. A celebration to celebrate the celebrated. Thats how the world works. He had figure dthat much now. That much and more. Now that he was here a 80.To most he held an eminent position. A brilliant past. A series of achievements. A power too powerful. A name never to be forgotten. A story which would create its own design in history textbooks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now he looked back at it all. All in its sheer nakedness. Naked only to his eyes. Bared only to his soul. He felt empty. The room filled with a group of strangers. Strangers who were close relations, strangers who werent close relations but strangers they all were. He knew the only one person who they all were celebrating and he didnt see a reason to celebrate him anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Such things happen to you on your 80th birthday he thought. Old age can make you senile. Or perhaps for the first time he was really sane. He was seen what was fundamental to human nature. Realising truths in their simplicity. Seeing below the complex that essential thread was really simple. A knotted past unravelled to a simple present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then he realised the truth. That all that matters in the end is all that should have mattered in the beginning. All that really mattered in the beginning was what never really mattered in the end at least for him. And that was the error. To be rectified. To really grow and appreciate life. To face death. To really celebrate his 80th brithday. Happy Birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-444966983766257181?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/444966983766257181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=444966983766257181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/444966983766257181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/444966983766257181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2007/02/on-his-80th-birthday.html' title='On His 80th Birthday'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-792911355031280325</id><published>2007-02-24T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:12:12.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Writer</title><content type='html'>I always wonder when I read a great work of art or a great piece as to where the brilliance emanates from. I can see a pen, a small light pen moving with easy strokes producing a well defined lines on paper. The words which can draw an entire world. Take to you into the depths you probably would never witness otherwise. Where does the art really lie? In the hand thats writing or the pen which is creating the words. Or the brain which is thinking or perhaps an unseen force which created the brain. What is it that really makes anyone write?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-792911355031280325?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/792911355031280325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=792911355031280325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/792911355031280325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/792911355031280325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2007/02/writer.html' title='The Writer'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-1632285759012475558</id><published>2007-02-24T05:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T05:03:36.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a mosquito</title><content type='html'>I killed a mosquito. A small creature flying in the sky. So light. So fragile and yet so annoying. I just let my hand move in a sweeping gesture and killed it. It took an instant. A small fraction of a second when I took away a life. Not too many times that I feel guilty killing mosquitoes. Not too many times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes like these when I look at the limp dead creature reigning in the air fall so meekly that some cords are struck deep down. I realized the intensity of my act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is not an intense act according to many but I actually have done something of real consequence. I have sent a life beyond life. I have actually let a soul fly out of a body. I was the means to impart death to a creature which I had never given life to. I have misused the power given to me by my Creator. If it was a human I had killed I would have felt the guilt sweep into my very soul but here the life form was a lot smaller and the guilt reduced with it. But the phenomenon was equally important. It was a final reality, a soul leaving a body cold and lifeless. The changing of worlds. Me the means.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I am an equally small creature in this huge world which itself is a small entity in the huge galaxy which is still so small in the huge universe. So all a powerful God had to do was sweep His one hand and there is the end for any of us small mosquitoes. Just one stroke. That’s all it takes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-1632285759012475558?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/1632285759012475558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=1632285759012475558' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/1632285759012475558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/1632285759012475558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2007/02/just-mosquito.html' title='Just a mosquito'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-117050886001860983</id><published>2007-02-03T02:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T06:58:39.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Love</title><content type='html'>My wife and me walked into the room silently. There was a lot to say. But sometimes when there’s too much to say its better to leave it all unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was going to change our lives forever. We knew that for sure. We had prepared ourselves for this for a long time weighing the consequences of our decision. Evaluating it and trying to see it from all sides. But finally I think it was made the day the idea came to us. And now we were here. At the threshold of a new life. A different tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady at the desk looked up at us. A thin woman in her late twenties. Very plain but for her smile and the kindness that seemed to reflect from her whole being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told to us to have a seat and make ourselves comfortable. But comfort was far away when your mind was so clouded with thoughts. I guess I was numb from thinking. A point we reach when we get so exhausted of the thinking process that we would rather give it up and sink into an endless void. I am sure Sarah was going through the same. I squeezed her hand. We were here finally. Together and yet alone. Our roles similar yet different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were led to the room where she waited. Our little girl. So small, so special. When I went to touch her hand she held onto mine. It was not a firm grip but definitely a touch which said don’t leave. Why had it taken us this long? It was so easy to love after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-117050886001860983?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/117050886001860983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=117050886001860983' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/117050886001860983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/117050886001860983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2007/02/to-love.html' title='To Love'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-116688089931054062</id><published>2006-12-23T04:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T05:35:43.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is For Him</title><content type='html'>He left his home to travel,to realise,to grow,to survive.&lt;br /&gt;He travelled&lt;br /&gt;He realised&lt;br /&gt;He grew&lt;br /&gt;He survived&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then was there no peace?&lt;br /&gt;Why then were there no answers?&lt;br /&gt;Why then was he still searching?&lt;br /&gt;Why then was he still struggling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knocked on the door&lt;br /&gt;Which was never shut.&lt;br /&gt;He begged to enter a home&lt;br /&gt;Where he was always welcome&lt;br /&gt;This had been so easy&lt;br /&gt;Then why had it seemed so tough&lt;br /&gt;Action over.&lt;br /&gt;Regrets forgotten.&lt;br /&gt;Smiles staying on forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-116688089931054062?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/116688089931054062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=116688089931054062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116688089931054062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116688089931054062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/12/this-is-for-him.html' title='This Is For Him'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-116687703995534656</id><published>2006-12-23T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-23T04:33:15.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Difference</title><content type='html'>She was wandering in dreamland. Everything moving beyond her. She started running but still Everything was moving beyond her. She increased her pace, but no use. Everything was moving beyond her. It was dark forest, that painted her beackground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No blue sky to be seen. No animals to disturb. No birds to sing.&lt;br /&gt;Just a green and a brown. Just leaves and the trees.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness not black. Darkness not white.&lt;br /&gt;Darkness now green and brown. Darkness filled her sight.&lt;br /&gt;She couldnt see herself but she knew she was slower.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was moving beyond her.&lt;br /&gt;She could see Everything.And Everything was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;Everything was laughing and Everything was faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was coloured up into the background so she couldnt see herself. Green and brown darkness just showed her everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the truth hit her. Everything was just everything. Not an entity. Not a reality. It couldnt exist with her. It would die without her.&lt;br /&gt;Now she was laughing.&lt;br /&gt;She didnt have to run anymore.&lt;br /&gt;She sat down. She was laughing harder now.&lt;br /&gt;It was a dream.&lt;br /&gt;She was a reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-116687703995534656?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/116687703995534656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=116687703995534656' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116687703995534656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116687703995534656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/12/difference.html' title='The Difference'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-116646018956461074</id><published>2006-12-18T08:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T03:19:38.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>_____________________&lt;br /&gt;He was walking along familiar roads. It had been a year but her presence still seemed to fill the place. It was here where they used to meet on cold October evenings. When they both knew what was headed their way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was gone now. Into another world. He really wondered if there was a world beyond this. But now he really wished there was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wanted to have hope; he wanted to meet her again. Every place he went to seem to be filled with her presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He remembered the times when they both sat wondering how much time there was still left. Somehow inspite of himself he always thought it would be better when the wait was over. When the tick of the clock or a sudden change in her breathing rhythm would scare him that the time had come. But the silence was worse than the loud coughs.The silence was harder than what he thought it would be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat looking at the stars, wondering if he could reach them. Wondering if they had any significance whatsoever. When big things hurt, focus on small things. Like counting stars in the cold night sky. Today was Christmas and this was the day he had first met her at a friends party. She in a beautiful pink gown. He started repainting the moment. Her dress a lovely pink. Her eyes sparkling like daylight, her soft smile which really made his heart melt. He constructed her in front of him including every little detail; details which he had probably not even noticed so well then . An angel in pink. With diamond shaped earrings. Sparkling glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then the image seemed to fade lost forever moving away into the past. Time and distance filling in between him and that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked up at the sky again and she was smiling. The stars taking on the shape of a diamond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-116646018956461074?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/116646018956461074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=116646018956461074' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116646018956461074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116646018956461074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/12/he-was-walking-along-familiar-roads_18.html' title=''/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-116633089276442893</id><published>2006-12-16T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-16T20:48:12.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhhhhh....He is talking</title><content type='html'>I was a little child then. Very small, very frail and I would hear His voice. I don’t exactly remember when I first heard Him. Maybe in one of those silent moments, when I sat alone doing really nothing. Maybe when I closed my eyes to pray and to see what’s beyond. Maybe when I was in the garden talking to the trees. But that doesn’t really matter anymore. What matters is that I heard Him at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years have passed now. I am still the same. He still talks to me. He calls me everyday and asks me to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am grown up now. A thousand things on my mind. Too many thoughts, too many noises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am grown up now. Too many questions, too many inhibitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am grown up now. I am skeptical, is it He who’s answering me?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just my mind playing games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He talks to me inspite of all this.&lt;br /&gt;Answering questions I never would have thought of.&lt;br /&gt;Showing me light on the darkest night.&lt;br /&gt;Making me smile when I am crying.&lt;br /&gt;Giving me hope when there’s none left.&lt;br /&gt;Holding me hand, hugging me when I am cold and alone.&lt;br /&gt;Soothing away my pain.&lt;br /&gt;Telling me jokes.&lt;br /&gt;Giving me inspiration to write.&lt;br /&gt;Setting my mistakes right.&lt;br /&gt;Wiping out my fears with His touch&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;…………………………………………&lt;br /&gt;………………………………………..&lt;br /&gt;more and more and more&lt;br /&gt;…………………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I promise Him again&lt;br /&gt;I want Him when I am in pain&lt;br /&gt;But then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that remains is a broken promise&lt;br /&gt;To be fulfilled at a later date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am a child now&lt;br /&gt;Listening carefully&lt;br /&gt;No noise in my head&lt;br /&gt;A pure silence&lt;br /&gt;A dream without a destination&lt;br /&gt;A heart filled with emotion&lt;br /&gt;The  promises I have made&lt;br /&gt;And the later date has come…&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for everything&lt;br /&gt;And everything beyond everything…………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is to You&lt;br /&gt;I love You&lt;br /&gt;And I cant ever thank You enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love You forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-116633089276442893?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/116633089276442893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=116633089276442893' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116633089276442893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116633089276442893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/12/shhhhhhhe-is-talking.html' title='Shhhhhh....He is talking'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-116572064765194306</id><published>2006-12-09T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T19:17:27.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outside The Window</title><content type='html'>Today morning as I left my house, I was making a face, throwing a tantrum like a kid. Then I sat in the bus. Cool winds blowing away my foul moods. The view ever changing and ever pleasant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw gutters, beautiful gutter waters. The current they had! I enjoyed that sight. Dark green water flowing in a channel. It had mysterious objects. Unknown just hiding in there. Dark green lines designed its flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw a child sitting besides it. Unaware of the fact that it was not just any other stream. Unaware or probably unaffected by its foul smells. He sat eating dry hard bread pieces throwing a tantrum at his ma. Same expression! Madness, hysteria, realization all swept over me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gutters flowing and little children camping around it like it was a lovely picnic spot. The traffic moved. In a sort of predetermined way. A practiced move. Ignoring sights that affect, which force you to think. Just as unaware as the child. Or just as unaffected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-116572064765194306?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/116572064765194306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=116572064765194306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116572064765194306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116572064765194306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/12/outside-window.html' title='Outside The Window'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-116270434135811000</id><published>2006-11-04T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T21:25:41.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking Away</title><content type='html'>They walked in silence&lt;br /&gt;As desire sat in between&lt;br /&gt;Filling in the spaces&lt;br /&gt;Impregnating void&lt;br /&gt;Humming a tune&lt;br /&gt;A swan’s song&lt;br /&gt;For a love which was soon to be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No whispers in the ears&lt;br /&gt;Just silent tears&lt;br /&gt;No words to console&lt;br /&gt;A strange hole.&lt;br /&gt;No sweet fights&lt;br /&gt;Just forgotten nights&lt;br /&gt;No dreams for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;An endless sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked in silence&lt;br /&gt;As fear sat in between&lt;br /&gt;Filling up the spaces&lt;br /&gt;Impregnating void&lt;br /&gt;Humming a tune&lt;br /&gt;A swan’s song&lt;br /&gt;For a love which was soon to be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No screaming shouts&lt;br /&gt;Just a silver silhouette&lt;br /&gt;No clinging in the dark&lt;br /&gt;A dying spark&lt;br /&gt;No responsibilities to torture&lt;br /&gt;Just a bittersweet departure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was saying goodbye this long?&lt;br /&gt;Could the ties be cut?&lt;br /&gt;Severing this bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked in silence&lt;br /&gt;As hope sat in between&lt;br /&gt;Filling up the spaces&lt;br /&gt;Impregnating void&lt;br /&gt;Humming a tune&lt;br /&gt;A swan’s song&lt;br /&gt;For a love which was soon to be gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looked into her eyes&lt;br /&gt;A mirror without reflection&lt;br /&gt;A heart devoid of emotion&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the tears&lt;br /&gt;Lay the smiles&lt;br /&gt;Joys of the past&lt;br /&gt;Now distant memories&lt;br /&gt;As they walked in silence&lt;br /&gt;Further away&lt;br /&gt;Further apart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-116270434135811000?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/116270434135811000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=116270434135811000' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116270434135811000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116270434135811000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/11/walking-away.html' title='Walking Away'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-116200953732583153</id><published>2006-10-27T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T21:25:37.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lonely Sky</title><content type='html'>I have broken all bonds&lt;br /&gt;And let you move on&lt;br /&gt;But I can still see the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;In a thunderstorm&lt;br /&gt;I can still hear the laughter&lt;br /&gt;Flitting around me in circles&lt;br /&gt;The sun shining bright&lt;br /&gt;On the darnest night&lt;br /&gt;Oh its so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;That I love getting lost&lt;br /&gt;In a lonely sky&lt;br /&gt;In a lonely sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no hand to hold on to&lt;br /&gt;I have no fear of loosing you&lt;br /&gt;Cause I have let go&lt;br /&gt;And the taste of sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Aint so bitter&lt;br /&gt;I love the tears&lt;br /&gt;No fake laughter&lt;br /&gt;Drowning in this abyss&lt;br /&gt;I rise up in the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Oh its so beautiful!&lt;br /&gt;That I love getting lost&lt;br /&gt;In a lonely sky&lt;br /&gt;In a lobely sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have hope&lt;br /&gt;Of finding the answers&lt;br /&gt;Of dreaming again&lt;br /&gt;Of searching new horizons&lt;br /&gt;You werent my question&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby!&lt;br /&gt;I have let go&lt;br /&gt;And I am so happy&lt;br /&gt;There are no clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Just wisps of hope&lt;br /&gt;Floating around&lt;br /&gt;And its so beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I love that I am lost&lt;br /&gt;In a lonely sky&lt;br /&gt;In a lonely sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-116200953732583153?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/116200953732583153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=116200953732583153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116200953732583153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116200953732583153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/10/lonely-sky.html' title='A Lonely Sky'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-116058669211418973</id><published>2006-10-11T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T11:05:14.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Minute Silence</title><content type='html'>I am in office right now. Some people working in one of the n number of sister concern companies that my office has; expired in a plane crash.&lt;br /&gt;We were supposed to maintain silence for a minute in this regard. Three unknown people. Theirs names sent to everyone. Now a statistical record registered somewhere in a plane crash record book. In my company record book. What do I know of these three?&lt;br /&gt;Nothing except that they worked in my company. Nothing except that they are gone.&lt;br /&gt;Vanishing away into thin air.&lt;br /&gt;But they mean a lot to someone. Someone for whom this grief is unbearable. Someone who’s whole life may not make sense anymore. Someone who really cared.&lt;br /&gt;When all of us maintained silence for a whole minute; I wonder who really thought of them. Most people evaluating their work. Some just lost in thoughts. Some sensitive few really praying for them.&lt;br /&gt;But did this matter? This silence I feel, lasted for an eternity. Was a minute this long ever I wonder. Yes it was. Many times even longer. When I waited eagerly for the results to be displayed .When I waited eagerly for a loved one. A silent moment with endless dimensions. It could last forever for you. Its how much you hold on to it. There was purity in the pure silence. I mean how often do we really get to hear the sound of that far away wall clock ticking? How long do we get to hear how peace really talks?&lt;br /&gt;The moment has gone now. But I think it’s still lasted with me. I can hear the haunting cries of my own soul. I can hear the void I want to sink it. It’s all become real. I am still wondering about them. About the importance of these small silent moments in all our lives. I know now why we are asked to stay quiet. It’s the only time when we really get to hear ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;Peace to all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-116058669211418973?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/116058669211418973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=116058669211418973' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116058669211418973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116058669211418973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/10/one-minute-silence.html' title='One Minute Silence'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-116030563754329062</id><published>2006-10-08T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T04:07:17.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Memory</title><content type='html'>He was lost. The road kept coming on to him. Was it the alcohol? Was it that puff? Was it just the street? He had lost track of his way, of time, of everything.&lt;br /&gt;He was alone. But she was there too. So were the others. Lifeless beings; sleeping or dead he didnt care to know. She was awake. She was smiling. Just like the night or early morning. He was driving to the end. His end. Their end.&lt;br /&gt;It all started when he saw her. Two years back when she sat in his class. Too full of life, too excited, too saccharine for his taste.&lt;br /&gt;Thats all. A memory now. A memory; he had to wipe over the haze and hunt for it. Who was she? What was she doing here? In the night club and now in his car. Yes he knew her.&lt;br /&gt;She with her flowery ornamental dress.With that weird gypsy look. She with her infectious cold smile. Full of vigour. Cold white in a red hot dress.&lt;br /&gt;She in his car.&lt;br /&gt;A distant dream from nowhere.&lt;br /&gt;He was driving to the end. His end. She was there. Just like he knew she would be.&lt;br /&gt;The animals hunting their prey in the jungle around. All his friends cold and asleep.&lt;br /&gt;She was lost too.&lt;br /&gt;Its all dark. No headlights.&lt;br /&gt;The early morning sun filtered its way through the drapes.&lt;br /&gt;He was lying in the comfort of his luxurious room. She sat besides him with the others.&lt;br /&gt;Concern written on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;He had survived.&lt;br /&gt;She smiled. So excited. So full of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-116030563754329062?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/116030563754329062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=116030563754329062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116030563754329062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/116030563754329062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/10/memory.html' title='A Memory'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115868092003865981</id><published>2006-09-19T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-19T10:18:16.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes You Wish</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you wish&lt;br /&gt;The sun wouldn’t shine&lt;br /&gt;And all would be dark&lt;br /&gt;To hide your sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish&lt;br /&gt;That today be your last&lt;br /&gt;You have no will&lt;br /&gt;To see a tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish&lt;br /&gt;To just sit and cry&lt;br /&gt;For all your tears&lt;br /&gt;To get you high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish&lt;br /&gt;You could turn back time&lt;br /&gt;To set it all right&lt;br /&gt;Bend a circle to a line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish&lt;br /&gt;To sink into madness&lt;br /&gt;A frenzied world&lt;br /&gt;To forget your sadness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish&lt;br /&gt;To live life backwards&lt;br /&gt;To make memories fade&lt;br /&gt;To stop hopping forwards&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish&lt;br /&gt;You were just a child&lt;br /&gt;Flying in the meadows&lt;br /&gt;Riding horses wild&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish&lt;br /&gt;All was right&lt;br /&gt;The pain would go&lt;br /&gt;The day be bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you wish……….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115868092003865981?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115868092003865981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115868092003865981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115868092003865981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115868092003865981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/09/sometimes-you-wish.html' title='Sometimes You Wish'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115781515847981240</id><published>2006-09-09T07:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T08:19:18.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About A Little Girl With Brown Eyes</title><content type='html'>I see her standing with a child in her arms.&lt;br /&gt;A little girl with brown eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Me wallowing in self pity.&lt;br /&gt;Negative thoughts and dissatisfaction filling me up to the brim.&lt;br /&gt;She wakes me up. Shakes me out of my distractions.&lt;br /&gt;A rupee is what she wants from me.&lt;br /&gt;The rain comes suddenly from nowhere to colour up the picture. It gets her drenched but leaves me dry.&lt;br /&gt;We separated by a hands length.&lt;br /&gt;Me with a roof.&lt;br /&gt;She with a child. Sound asleep and smiling.&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes. Reality has slapped me.&lt;br /&gt;This is life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115781515847981240?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115781515847981240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115781515847981240' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115781515847981240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115781515847981240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/09/about-little-girl-with-brown-eyes.html' title='About A Little Girl With Brown Eyes'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115677854846032956</id><published>2006-08-28T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T08:36:22.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Silent Symphony</title><content type='html'>I sat staring at him wide eyed. As if I was looking at an idol of a Greek God, an embodiment of perfection. But then again in my eyes, in my heart he was perfect ; devoid of any flaws. Not human. Someone so far on a pedestal. Too high for me to bridge the gap between us. Too far away like a distant start on a dark night. His eyes were a deep shade of black. Well maybe black doesn’t have shades but it does for me. There is charcoal blacks which colors up the people I create on paper, there is the not so black anymore, black of the night sky and there is the ‘his eyes black’; black. That’s the deepest shade of black in which you can delve in to get lost like I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He plays his violin. Soft tunes, ethereal music filling the space between us and then’ slowly, subtly seeping into our being. I am his student. His disciple. I worship him. There he sits on his pedestal telling me to concentrate on the chords. My love for the violin starts and ends with him. I like music but it’s not my passion. I am here not for the violin but for the man playing it. I remember the first time I saw him play at a concert. He was there. An all consuming presence. But it was not then that I was struck. No thunder, lightning and all. My love for him had been like dawn that came without a warning. It’s only when I saw the light around me and basked in the warmth that I realized the magic that had set in. Pure magic! Divine! Ethereal! Like his music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There began by quest to win his love. I gave him everything I could. My heart, my soul, my love, me………………&lt;br /&gt;I embraced his passion as my own. His world as my own, just to make him “my own”.&lt;br /&gt;He was amused I am sure; he was affected too but not swept away. He was perfect for me. But I had imperfections. I didn’t smile the way she did. I didn’t talk the way she did. I dint look the way she did. I didn’t make music the way she did. I wasn’t her……..&lt;br /&gt;He didn’t love me the way he had loved her. Perhaps he still loved her. I tried to push this thought away from my mind. Of course he loved me now. She was his past, me his present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then why did I see that lost look in his eyes? Why did I see void where there should have been me? Why I felt his heart was elsewhere when his eyes were on me?&lt;br /&gt;Why? I was hallucinating….Playing mind games with me…I really hoped I was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried all I could. To be his perfection. For the sake of my love, my deep and profound first love, which I thought to be my last.&lt;br /&gt;But how could I?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t her. I wasn’t her. That was what I could not help. I couldn’t be her.&lt;br /&gt;That was what destroyed everything. My biggest failure. My failure to be her.&lt;br /&gt;I wasn’t the woman who could make music. I couldn’t do that. All I knew was to read the silence in between words. All I knew was the vibrations from the chords would say a lot more to me than the song itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to leave. Had to run away. Into the darkness. Away from the deep shade of black into another deeper black; a hollow. An emptiness that would fill me. Into pain away from pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years fly. They fly but the days pass slowly. One two three…………&lt;br /&gt;I look at the man sitting across the table. No pedestal anymore. No spaces.&lt;br /&gt;He is looking at me. His eyes are where his heart is. His soul is where his eyes are.&lt;br /&gt;I hear music. The vibration of his thoughts. The words I read long before on a billboard come flying back to me “Its best what you hear when he doesn’t speak.”&lt;br /&gt;Very true…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel love. An abstract reality turned into a concrete one for me. There’s dawn again.&lt;br /&gt;This time a silent symphony playing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115677854846032956?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115677854846032956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115677854846032956' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115677854846032956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115677854846032956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/08/silent-symphony.html' title='The Silent Symphony'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115643350879800642</id><published>2006-08-24T08:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:31:48.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Halfway Across</title><content type='html'>You stand on the other end&lt;br /&gt;I stand here&lt;br /&gt;There’s a river between us&lt;br /&gt;Sweetheart I want you near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a bridge over the river&lt;br /&gt;And we don’t know how to swim&lt;br /&gt;There’s you there&lt;br /&gt;And me here&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the journey to begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will make the first move?&lt;br /&gt;Will it be me&lt;br /&gt;Will it be you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hesitate&lt;br /&gt;And you wait&lt;br /&gt;Distance separates&lt;br /&gt;Where fates relate&lt;br /&gt;We can’t sever our ties&lt;br /&gt;And we can’t bridge the gaps&lt;br /&gt;I am caught honey&lt;br /&gt;And you are trapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chains unseen&lt;br /&gt;But just as strong&lt;br /&gt;Bind us together&lt;br /&gt;Carry us along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the water&lt;br /&gt;Washes over the bonds&lt;br /&gt;Rusting the iron&lt;br /&gt;Filling in moss&lt;br /&gt;Trying to break&lt;br /&gt;The ropes&lt;br /&gt;Which tie us together&lt;br /&gt;Gaps being widened in the river&lt;br /&gt;Full of froth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of us has to cross&lt;br /&gt;The bridge&lt;br /&gt;Make a move quick&lt;br /&gt;Or else let go&lt;br /&gt;Before the pain starts to prick&lt;br /&gt;You take a step&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll take one too&lt;br /&gt;We will meet half way across……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115643350879800642?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115643350879800642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115643350879800642' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115643350879800642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115643350879800642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/08/halfway-across_24.html' title='Halfway Across'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115545217242554413</id><published>2006-08-12T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:56:12.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Far Far Away</title><content type='html'>Every word creates a resonating pain&lt;br /&gt;Every silence is a little gain&lt;br /&gt;I am on a journey&lt;br /&gt;Where I see no end&lt;br /&gt;Here beings my destiny&lt;br /&gt;As I stand on this bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me!&lt;br /&gt;Help me!&lt;br /&gt;You can light up my day.&lt;br /&gt;You it is my love&lt;br /&gt;Who can make me feel&lt;br /&gt;Better today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you never see me cry&lt;br /&gt;You never hear me sob&lt;br /&gt;My pain is invisible&lt;br /&gt;To see me you never stop&lt;br /&gt;You never wait to hear&lt;br /&gt;My silent tear&lt;br /&gt;Walking away&lt;br /&gt;To the light&lt;br /&gt;As I sit alone in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you would hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Help me get up&lt;br /&gt;Help me stand&lt;br /&gt;There you are&lt;br /&gt;Moving away&lt;br /&gt;Far far away&lt;br /&gt;To another land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115545217242554413?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115545217242554413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115545217242554413' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115545217242554413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115545217242554413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/08/far-far-away.html' title='Far Far Away'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115545131549781792</id><published>2006-08-12T23:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-12T23:41:55.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold Me</title><content type='html'>I am drifting away in the ocean&lt;br /&gt;Hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Or it will be too late&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone away&lt;br /&gt;Blown away with emotion&lt;br /&gt;You don't wanna loose me&lt;br /&gt;Do you?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight&lt;br /&gt;Or you’ll never see me again&lt;br /&gt;I am being carried away&lt;br /&gt;I am getting lost in the sway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hurt me so much&lt;br /&gt;I thought I forgot&lt;br /&gt;I really did forgive&lt;br /&gt;But now&lt;br /&gt;When the pain is gone&lt;br /&gt;And the scars are still left&lt;br /&gt;The reminders&lt;br /&gt;Of your treachery&lt;br /&gt;And my misery&lt;br /&gt;The blood has dried&lt;br /&gt;But its blotted my heart&lt;br /&gt;It was you&lt;br /&gt;Who hurt me so&lt;br /&gt;So hold me now&lt;br /&gt;Don’t let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I move away now&lt;br /&gt;Ill never come back again&lt;br /&gt;You can cry all you want&lt;br /&gt;But ill still be lost&lt;br /&gt;There will be no us&lt;br /&gt;Just me and you&lt;br /&gt;You and me&lt;br /&gt;No more we&lt;br /&gt;So just hold on to me&lt;br /&gt;Just hold on to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115545131549781792?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115545131549781792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115545131549781792' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115545131549781792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115545131549781792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/08/hold-me.html' title='Hold Me'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115433207012731830</id><published>2006-07-31T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T00:47:50.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Of The Truest Kind</title><content type='html'>I found it!!! I found it!!&lt;br /&gt;I met him in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;He told me he had always met me in his dreams……………….&lt;br /&gt;We entered the meshwork&lt;br /&gt;We reached the matrix&lt;br /&gt;There was no me, no him just one entity&lt;br /&gt;I felt love…&lt;br /&gt;Love of the truest kind&lt;br /&gt;Here the abstract became concrete&lt;br /&gt;Illusions became real&lt;br /&gt;Colors became light&lt;br /&gt;And survival didn’t matter&lt;br /&gt;You cease to exist to come into existence&lt;br /&gt;You find love to loose your soul&lt;br /&gt;You loose your soul to become whole&lt;br /&gt;This is love..&lt;br /&gt;When you cant be alone anymore&lt;br /&gt;But you are both alone&lt;br /&gt;Cause you aren’t really separate..&lt;br /&gt;I found it&lt;br /&gt;In my dreams……………&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115433207012731830?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115433207012731830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115433207012731830' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115433207012731830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115433207012731830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/07/love-of-truest-kind.html' title='Love Of The Truest Kind'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115432020515765242</id><published>2006-07-30T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T21:30:05.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lethal Weapon</title><content type='html'>Lethal weapon&lt;br /&gt;Wield it right&lt;br /&gt;Smash it left&lt;br /&gt;Baby hurt me more&lt;br /&gt;I wanna bleed to death&lt;br /&gt;Kill me till your heart desires&lt;br /&gt;Feed my love to the raging fires&lt;br /&gt;Swing with me&lt;br /&gt;Push me into insanity&lt;br /&gt;Lets forget about love&lt;br /&gt;Just go light the stove&lt;br /&gt;Blow the fires&lt;br /&gt;We’ve been tied up to the wires&lt;br /&gt;Caught and lost&lt;br /&gt;Together and alone&lt;br /&gt;I see smoke&lt;br /&gt;You kiss my breath&lt;br /&gt;I feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;You taste my sweat&lt;br /&gt;Leave me&lt;br /&gt;Let go&lt;br /&gt;Hold me&lt;br /&gt;Till I know&lt;br /&gt;The lies in your heart&lt;br /&gt;The truth about our love&lt;br /&gt;The cry in my soul&lt;br /&gt;Indecent&lt;br /&gt;Insane&lt;br /&gt;Livid and&lt;br /&gt;Placid&lt;br /&gt;Let me pour us some more acid&lt;br /&gt;In champagne bottles&lt;br /&gt;Well drink to glory&lt;br /&gt;No more mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to be sorry&lt;br /&gt;Purple&lt;br /&gt;Blue&lt;br /&gt;Pink&lt;br /&gt;Red&lt;br /&gt;Ill kiss you till I see you dead&lt;br /&gt;Hot and cold&lt;br /&gt;We play in the sea&lt;br /&gt;Lethal weapon&lt;br /&gt;Just You and me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115432020515765242?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115432020515765242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115432020515765242' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115432020515765242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115432020515765242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/07/lethal-weapon.html' title='Lethal Weapon'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115363682626974515</id><published>2006-07-22T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T23:40:26.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Its beautiful outside right now…&lt;br /&gt;The wet grass ….&lt;br /&gt;The smell of dirt……….&lt;br /&gt;The rains which colour up everything. Give a lovely coat of water to the parched matter. Hungry souls dying of thirst.&lt;br /&gt;I can hear silence. My soul talks loudly these days.&lt;br /&gt;I hear the Screams of the phantoms running in my mind. And the call of the wild from the fear in my gut. I can hear them all. The vibration of my thoughts. Its, going out and coming in… Floating in the universe.&lt;br /&gt; I see it all. I am a matter shaped hole in this universe. So are you. Just a matter shaped hole.&lt;br /&gt;We are the little lost tatters of the all-encompassing void.&lt;br /&gt;Am reminded of the ether theory of the universe. All ether ………….&lt;br /&gt;That’s my babe……..&lt;br /&gt;I am in this frenzied world…&lt;br /&gt;Where colors have broken down.&lt;br /&gt;Where feelings are passive.&lt;br /&gt;Where loss is gain.&lt;br /&gt;Where theres just you and me………….&lt;br /&gt;But all is one again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115363682626974515?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115363682626974515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115363682626974515' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115363682626974515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115363682626974515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/07/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115363301028549875</id><published>2006-07-22T22:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:36:50.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a NOBODY</title><content type='html'>Broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Shattered Life&lt;br /&gt;Pieces to pick&lt;br /&gt;Make a whole picture&lt;br /&gt;Bits strewn all around&lt;br /&gt;I wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;But I got no voice&lt;br /&gt;I wanna hate you&lt;br /&gt;But I got no feelings&lt;br /&gt;Friends: Some true&lt;br /&gt;Some just lies&lt;br /&gt;But now I know&lt;br /&gt;The venom&lt;br /&gt;I can tell the snakes from the crowd&lt;br /&gt;I hate you&lt;br /&gt;But actually you are&lt;br /&gt;A nobody&lt;br /&gt;You dont even deserve my hatred&lt;br /&gt;You are just a nobody&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115363301028549875?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115363301028549875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115363301028549875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115363301028549875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115363301028549875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/07/just-nobody.html' title='Just a NOBODY'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115316181529654202</id><published>2006-07-17T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T08:46:04.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Day</title><content type='html'>There's that one day in your life&lt;br /&gt;When you are in real need&lt;br /&gt;You want someone to hold your hand&lt;br /&gt;Someone who with you will stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you go searching&lt;br /&gt;And knock on all doors&lt;br /&gt;Your love&lt;br /&gt;Your relatives&lt;br /&gt;Your friends&lt;br /&gt;Your enemies&lt;br /&gt;But no one cares to open&lt;br /&gt;And thats when you realise&lt;br /&gt;The blindfolds fall from your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You suddenly begin to see&lt;br /&gt;The world as it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's that one day in your life&lt;br /&gt;When you are in real need&lt;br /&gt;You want someone to push you out of bed&lt;br /&gt;Want to find someone who cared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you go hiding&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for someone to find you&lt;br /&gt;Rescue you from the chains of depression&lt;br /&gt;Unentangle the knots for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wait and you wait&lt;br /&gt;And then you realise&lt;br /&gt;The blindfolds fall from your eyes&lt;br /&gt;You suddenly begin to see&lt;br /&gt;The world as it really is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115316181529654202?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115316181529654202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115316181529654202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115316181529654202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115316181529654202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/07/that-day.html' title='That Day'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115304804524278322</id><published>2006-07-16T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T04:07:25.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Loves’ grave</title><content type='html'>We were meeting after a long time now. Precisely a year and three months and 14 days. I remembered the last day. The date, the venue carved in my memory. A design hard to ignore, impossible to forget. Like all girls even I have a strange fascination with dates. The first time you saw me date, the first time I held your hand date, the first time you said I love you date,………….and the last time dates like the last time we met before parting ways. That’s the date I am talking about right now.&lt;br /&gt;We had met up again. Why?&lt;br /&gt;The question lingered in both our minds. Now what? What had we come to do? See each other. After all the hurt, anger and pain. Say hi once again after the most difficult goodbyes were over. We had come to visit the grave. To honor the remains of our love. Or perhaps to bury them. Time and distance had healed but they failed to give the finishing touch. Which is what we had come for. Two lost souls. Lost without each other. Trying to find solace in unburying and reburying the past. I had got all the little things I had saved. Gifts from birthdays, saved tickets from movies and all the girlie stuff that all girls like me keep. Making memories that will resonate the happiness and love felt in the lost moments. He too had some things. Interesting techno stuff which I knew he liked which was hard to enjoy now. We had come to bury our past. Or maybe to find if it still affected us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I returned my favorites to him. He returned his to me. Action over. Thinking starts.&lt;br /&gt;Why isn’t it easy? So easy to delete his name from my phone book but, so difficult to erase his number from my memory. So easy to throw away his gifts but so difficult to forget him………. Markers on our love’s grave. We had done it. We were over with it. Action done. Impact started. We left. We paid our respect. We honored the remains. Now was the time to move on again. The harder part left. The easier part done. The smell of sweet flowers that haunts a graveyard and more so the people who left the flowers for the ones they lost. The prayers were said. Rites performed. Goodbye again….Nothing to hold on to now. Past unburied, buried back.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115304804524278322?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115304804524278322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115304804524278322' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115304804524278322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115304804524278322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/07/loves-grave.html' title='Loves’ grave'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115297504662794951</id><published>2006-07-15T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T21:54:57.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"MY BEST FRIEND"</title><content type='html'>I sat in a boat&lt;br /&gt;In the storming sea&lt;br /&gt;And the other side&lt;br /&gt;Sat my "BEST FRIEND"&lt;br /&gt;My BEST FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;He claimed to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See this way&lt;br /&gt;Saw that way&lt;br /&gt;The boat rocked&lt;br /&gt;In a See-Saw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, I sat in a boat&lt;br /&gt;In the storming sea&lt;br /&gt;And the other side&lt;br /&gt;Sat my "BEST FRIEND".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled his calm smile,&lt;br /&gt;Unaffected by the rocking tide&lt;br /&gt;"Trust me" said his eyes&lt;br /&gt;The fool I was&lt;br /&gt;Should have read the lies&lt;br /&gt;But I sat still&lt;br /&gt;Fear played its drill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock and Roll&lt;br /&gt;Rock and Roll&lt;br /&gt;The wave started&lt;br /&gt;Taking its toll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boat upturned&lt;br /&gt;Cold water burned.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to look&lt;br /&gt;Saw him swim away&lt;br /&gt;My fearful cries&lt;br /&gt;Died in the sway&lt;br /&gt;Trust broke&lt;br /&gt;Tears cried.&lt;br /&gt;Which pain was this?&lt;br /&gt;My heart&lt;br /&gt;Or the tide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was swept away&lt;br /&gt;Lived to see&lt;br /&gt;Another day&lt;br /&gt;He came up&lt;br /&gt;Held my hand and cried&lt;br /&gt;Fake tears&lt;br /&gt;Where trust had died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When, I sat in a boat&lt;br /&gt;In the storming sea&lt;br /&gt;And the other side&lt;br /&gt;Sat my "BEST FRIEND"&lt;br /&gt;My BEST FRIEND&lt;br /&gt;He claimed to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115297504662794951?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115297504662794951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115297504662794951' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115297504662794951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115297504662794951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/07/my-best-friend.html' title='&quot;MY BEST FRIEND&quot;'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115297439911915479</id><published>2006-07-15T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T07:39:59.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free Fall</title><content type='html'>As I stand on the terrace and look down I see THE END. The end to my misery. It seems like a new beginning to me. So I look further. I am just one jump away from happiness or so I believe.&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;I want to let go.....Free fall......But I am not really falling. I am rising . Embracing freedom. A moment of pain when I hit the ground. Few spurts of blood. And then its all over. But I wanna wallow in the pain. I deserve it for my deeds. For all the mistakes. The biggest of running away. But I am free now. Away and free.&lt;br /&gt;I come back to reality. I am still standing on the edge. Should I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115297439911915479?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115297439911915479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115297439911915479' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115297439911915479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115297439911915479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/07/free-fall.html' title='Free Fall'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115297369421030372</id><published>2006-07-15T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T07:31:52.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are.........</title><content type='html'>You are my sins&lt;br /&gt;You are my repentance&lt;br /&gt;You are my venom&lt;br /&gt;You are my vengeance&lt;br /&gt;When you entered me&lt;br /&gt;You cut me with a sword&lt;br /&gt;And now I bleed&lt;br /&gt;With burning cold.&lt;br /&gt;The heat of pain&lt;br /&gt;In the hands of ice&lt;br /&gt;The loss of love&lt;br /&gt;With the rise of a life.&lt;br /&gt;You are my ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Our love a real fantasy&lt;br /&gt;You are my heart&lt;br /&gt;Who cut my soul apart&lt;br /&gt;You are a question&lt;br /&gt;For which I need no answer&lt;br /&gt;You are my vision&lt;br /&gt;My true eyeopener.&lt;br /&gt;You are my happiness&lt;br /&gt;And my only sorrow&lt;br /&gt;You are my present&lt;br /&gt;Who killed my tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;You are .....&lt;br /&gt;Nothing&lt;br /&gt;Filling me up with&lt;br /&gt;Everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115297369421030372?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115297369421030372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115297369421030372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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like Rapunzel&lt;br /&gt;As I sit alone&lt;br /&gt;In this fortress&lt;br /&gt;A maiden not so fair&lt;br /&gt;But a damsel in distress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rapunzel&lt;br /&gt;With no blond hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rapunzel&lt;br /&gt;With looks not so rare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rapunzel&lt;br /&gt;With no voice to sing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Rapunzel&lt;br /&gt;With no prince charming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like Rapunzel&lt;br /&gt;Or do I again?&lt;br /&gt;We share nothing in common&lt;br /&gt;Except our pain.&lt;br /&gt;The pain of being Locked&lt;br /&gt;In a fortress&lt;br /&gt;Of caged dreams&lt;br /&gt;Wallowing in distress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115296881881337415?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115296825296332331</id><published>2006-07-15T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T05:57:32.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Felt So Alone So Lonely</title><content type='html'>I' ve never felt so alone&lt;br /&gt;So Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Like an isolated bird in the blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Like an ant lost in her quest for food&lt;br /&gt;Like a solitary fish in the pond&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' ve never felt so alone&lt;br /&gt;So Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Like an isolated hut on a mountain&lt;br /&gt;Like a young maiden without her knight&lt;br /&gt;Like a solitary tree in the vast desert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' ve never felt so alone&lt;br /&gt;So Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Like an isolated leper in a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Like a dark cloud in a herd of white&lt;br /&gt;Like a solitary ship in the sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I' ve never felt so alone&lt;br /&gt;So Lonely,&lt;br /&gt;Or have I?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115296825296332331?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115296825296332331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115296825296332331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115296825296332331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115296825296332331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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his stories&lt;br /&gt;Of love with all glories&lt;br /&gt;When he looked straight into my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I believed all his lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I woke up with a start&lt;br /&gt;Cause,I trusted a man&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart&lt;br /&gt;And then he just&lt;br /&gt;Ripped me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I cry&lt;br /&gt;Having believed a lie&lt;br /&gt;Crazed&lt;br /&gt;Dazed&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let him hold me&lt;br /&gt;Gave him my arms&lt;br /&gt;I let him touch&lt;br /&gt;My private space&lt;br /&gt;And then he pushed me&lt;br /&gt;Out of this daze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes,I trusted a man&lt;br /&gt;With all my heart&lt;br /&gt;And then he just&lt;br /&gt;Ripped me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I sigh&lt;br /&gt;No more tears to cry&lt;br /&gt;Bruised&lt;br /&gt;Scarred&lt;br /&gt;Betrayed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115296719132972742?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115296719132972742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115296719132972742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115296719132972742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115296719132972742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/07/betrayed.html' title='Betrayed'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115217740773957288</id><published>2006-07-06T02:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T22:28:29.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Our Horizons Met</title><content type='html'>It happened suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;A moment of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;A moment of leisure&lt;br /&gt;Or of complete seizure&lt;br /&gt;When our horizons met.&lt;br /&gt;So did our breaths.&lt;br /&gt;I heard the softness of the wind outside&lt;br /&gt;I heard the tenderness of your voice inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaths joined as one&lt;br /&gt;Mine a song&lt;br /&gt;Yours a whisper&lt;br /&gt;United as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;A moment of illusion&lt;br /&gt;A moment of passion&lt;br /&gt;Or of complete disorientation&lt;br /&gt;When our horizons met.&lt;br /&gt;So did our hearts&lt;br /&gt;I heard the pitter patter of the raindrops outside&lt;br /&gt;I heard the flitter flutter of our hearts inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heartbeats joined as one&lt;br /&gt;The rhythm of mine&lt;br /&gt;With the rhythm of yours&lt;br /&gt;United as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It happened suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;A moment of victory&lt;br /&gt;A moment of deceit&lt;br /&gt;Or of complete defeat&lt;br /&gt;When our horizons met&lt;br /&gt;So did our souls&lt;br /&gt;I heard the resonance of void outside&lt;br /&gt;I heard the melody of love inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Souls joined as one&lt;br /&gt;My entity&lt;br /&gt;Your being&lt;br /&gt;United as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All when our horizons met............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115217740773957288?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115217693624871427</id><published>2006-07-06T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T02:08:56.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Eyes Black</title><content type='html'>Lights dim&lt;br /&gt;Glasses clink&lt;br /&gt;Music floats&lt;br /&gt;The party begins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look at him&lt;br /&gt;His sea blue eyes&lt;br /&gt;Fixed on me&lt;br /&gt;This is my paradise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His smile&lt;br /&gt;Like a dagger on my heart&lt;br /&gt;Blue eyes blue&lt;br /&gt;Rip me apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look besides to see&lt;br /&gt;The man I married&lt;br /&gt;Quiet composure&lt;br /&gt;Infidelity in my head&lt;br /&gt;No fear of disclosure.&lt;br /&gt;My husband Jack&lt;br /&gt;No prince charming&lt;br /&gt;No blue eyes blue&lt;br /&gt;Just black eyes black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I see him again&lt;br /&gt;Moments float&lt;br /&gt;Memories of beauty&lt;br /&gt;Rise from the past&lt;br /&gt;Of times shared under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Of hands held in pleasure and pain&lt;br /&gt;Of standing together when all was dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He looks at me&lt;br /&gt;His deep black eyes&lt;br /&gt;Fixed on me&lt;br /&gt;This is my paradise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115217693624871427?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115217693624871427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115217693624871427' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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to this&lt;br /&gt;As I hold you in my arms now&lt;br /&gt;Me the hunter&lt;br /&gt;You the prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just one fine day it was&lt;br /&gt;Pretty green grasses blowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Wisps of cloud colouring the sky&lt;br /&gt;That's when I saw you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what led to this&lt;br /&gt;As I hold you in my arms now&lt;br /&gt;Me the hunter&lt;br /&gt;You the prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your golden skin shimmering&lt;br /&gt;In the gleam of the light&lt;br /&gt;Your lithe body moving&lt;br /&gt;You seemed like a deer to me&lt;br /&gt;In the confusing twilight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what led to this&lt;br /&gt;As I hold you in my arms now&lt;br /&gt;Me the hunter&lt;br /&gt;You the prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struck the arrow&lt;br /&gt;You yelled&lt;br /&gt;Your blood spilled&lt;br /&gt;In a pool of red.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what led to this&lt;br /&gt;As I hold you in my arms now&lt;br /&gt;Me the hunter&lt;br /&gt;You the prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached up to you&lt;br /&gt;To greet my catch&lt;br /&gt;With the feel of pride in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Then I looked at you again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little child&lt;br /&gt;In golden robes&lt;br /&gt;An innocent victim of my greed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder what led to this&lt;br /&gt;As I hold you in my arms now&lt;br /&gt;You the hunted&lt;br /&gt;Me the prey.&lt;br /&gt;A guilt I live with&lt;br /&gt;To my last day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115217608175868029?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115217608175868029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115217608175868029' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Delirious</title><content type='html'>I am high&lt;br /&gt;I am low&lt;br /&gt;Cant get better&lt;br /&gt;Cant get worse&lt;br /&gt;Confusion wreaks havoc in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of insanity fill me with dread.&lt;br /&gt;Laughter hurts&lt;br /&gt;I cry in pain&lt;br /&gt;Tears spurt&lt;br /&gt;With utter disdain.&lt;br /&gt;Hair rises&lt;br /&gt;Locks Fall&lt;br /&gt;I am rolling in fear&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in gall.&lt;br /&gt;There aint no answers&lt;br /&gt;Questions too many&lt;br /&gt;Lies stays&lt;br /&gt;Truth goes free.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me!&lt;br /&gt;Please do forget&lt;br /&gt;What I am thinking&lt;br /&gt;Lost in regret.&lt;br /&gt;Colours of the wind&lt;br /&gt;A plain sky&lt;br /&gt;I am not stoned&lt;br /&gt;Just a bit high&lt;br /&gt;Listening to a crazy story&lt;br /&gt;Lying in delirium&lt;br /&gt;In all glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115149188538598199?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115149188538598199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115149188538598199' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115149188538598199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115149188538598199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/delirious.html' title='Delirious'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115140420476858671</id><published>2006-06-27T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T07:58:18.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Point</title><content type='html'>She sat looking at the beautiful garden outside. The green leaves covered with raindrops. Yes it had been raining for quiet sometime. But she hadn’t noticed it. Now she forced herself to observe. It would make her mind wander...............&lt;br /&gt;Wander away............&lt;br /&gt;Far from this painful sound grating on her nerves. Yes she would focus on the trees. She noticed again as she always did that all the five trees had different shades of green. One a lovely fluorescent yellowish green, the other had leaves of the colour of grass. The innocent green is what she called it. For some reason associated with the children who played on the grass. There was a purity about it. The third was the jealous green, the one mysterious looking attractive women wore. It suited their personality the best. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly she was back. Her employers voice grating on her nerves. Forget the lady! Focus on the colours! Focus on the beauty! She kept telling herself. But the voice kept ringing. It wouldn’t let her get lost. It was pushing her out of her reverie back to reality. The harsh reality. The ugly sounds. The cacophonous and discordant sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Vimala" she called out again. "Vimala"this time more persistant. "Vimala" getting very crude and harsh with every yell. She couldn’t cry anymore. There were no tears left. The daily torture of serving an ungrateful woman like her employer had left her with no tears. She didn’t need rewards, she didn’t want praise. For someone who has never heard a word of good these silly words don’t matter anymore. She didn’t expect them didn’t want them. They didn’t exist in her world. She had never known happiness to crave for it. &lt;br /&gt;But all she was asking for now was a little peace. In the silent afternoon of her employers’ house all she wanted was a moment of peace. Was that too much to ask to for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was. Maybe it was for her. For no one seemed to be giving it to her anyways. Her employer a woman in her late 60’s was an old lady. Abandoned by her family not in the literal sense but in many ways yes. They paid to keep her with this woman. Paid her to stand this woman who was like a witch. A wicked witch. But did she have any choice. She had no home to go to. With no money her parents had sent her to work as a housemaid in Mumbai. Her home so far off. A little village in plateaus of Maharashtra. No choice. No home. No life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Talent being killed every passing day she lived serving here. A life not appreciated. A life not wanted. Her siblings were doing the same at other homes. The lucky ones at least found a humane master. She was one of the others, who were not even that lucky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She closed the windows and went to see the witch. "Yes Madam". "Get me a cup of coffee. Where were you, you lazy idiot when I was calling for you? You deaf, brain dead fool can’t you hear me? I am asking where were you?". Silence. The kind of silence before a storm. The obtrusive silence that is actually painful. The silence which screams louder than noise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went to make the coffee. Some sugar, some water, some milk, some coffee powder and..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The witch was still screaming. She took the coffee to the witch and waited as she finished it. The non stop shouts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then silence. The kind of silence after a storm has passed by. The silence which seeps into the surroundings easily. The silence which stays silent........Forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115140420476858671?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115140420476858671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115140420476858671' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115140420476858671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115140420476858671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/breaking-point.html' title='Breaking Point'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115133689260859183</id><published>2006-06-26T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T08:48:12.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you believe in fairytales?</title><content type='html'>Are you one of those silly school girls &lt;br /&gt;Who believes in fairytales?&lt;br /&gt;Are you one of those little innocent ones&lt;br /&gt;Who waits for a prince charming to come her way?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are little fool&lt;br /&gt;You don’t know yet&lt;br /&gt;There aint no love anywhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I love your innocence&lt;br /&gt;I love your passion &lt;br /&gt;Its in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That I see true compassion&lt;br /&gt;Which is so rare today&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;We all grow up&lt;br /&gt;I wonder why &lt;br /&gt;When being a kid is so much better&lt;br /&gt;I would really wanna go back there &lt;br /&gt;To being you&lt;br /&gt;To being a child again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115133689260859183?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115133689260859183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115133689260859183' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115133689260859183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115133689260859183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/do-you-believe-in-fairytales.html' title='Do you believe in fairytales?'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115133542630584276</id><published>2006-06-26T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T08:23:46.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bolted Door</title><content type='html'>I am standing outside the house&lt;br /&gt;Knocking on the door&lt;br /&gt;Begging someone &lt;br /&gt;To let me in&lt;br /&gt;Cause I really want to explore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This door is bolted shut&lt;br /&gt;It won’t give in to me&lt;br /&gt;I am trying my best&lt;br /&gt;For this chain &lt;br /&gt;To break free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house has all the answers &lt;br /&gt;Everything I need to know&lt;br /&gt;But no one will let me in&lt;br /&gt;Through this shut door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weird wild secrets&lt;br /&gt;And also my deepest regrets&lt;br /&gt;And all that I need to know&lt;br /&gt;My whole fate is sealed&lt;br /&gt;Behind this bolted door.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115133542630584276?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115133542630584276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115133542630584276' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115133542630584276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115133542630584276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/bolted-door.html' title='The Bolted Door'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115109253960788133</id><published>2006-06-23T12:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T08:00:54.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Eyes</title><content type='html'>Everyday I walk from the same place when I come back home. Everyday I see him sitting there at the same corner under the same tree. Years have passed but nothing seems to change. Both of us have been following the same ritual for a long time now. Everyday I look at him. But he never seems to see me or anybody passing by. It’s as if he is staring at all of us but he never really absorbs what lies in front of his eyes. There is a forlorn look in there. Its like life has hardened him so much that nothing matters anymore. He holds balloons in his hands. Various shapes, different hues dancing in the wind but he doesn’t even notice them. I do. Nor does he notice the little kids passing by. Unlike any other balloon seller who would try to entice the little children and their families to make some money.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if he gets enough food. His frail appearance answers my doubts as to his whereabouts. But then again his eyes intrigue me. Those are not the eyes of a starved soul. There is no hunger in there. There is no pain either. Very surprising yet very true. There is just a lost look. Its as if he has reached the state of a sage. When nothing can affect him anymore. I want to talk to this man. I want to know him. I want to know what it is that made him so. I really want to know why his eyes haunt me the way they do. I move to him. I don’t want to give him money. I don’t want to buy the balloons. I am too old for them. Am I? But its silly for a 21 year old to walk with a bunch of them. Is it?&lt;br /&gt;So I move up to him and give him what I think is best. I give him food. A hungry body I feed but, what about the lost soul? I smile and try to make conversation. He mutters something. I can’t really figure out. But for the first time in so many years he looks up to see me. And then I realize I have been defeated. He will never look at me. He will never see me. He is gone away. I can never reach him. Never.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115109253960788133?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115109253960788133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115109253960788133' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115109253960788133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115109253960788133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/his-eyes_23.html' title='His Eyes'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115095435752431270</id><published>2006-06-21T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T22:32:37.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrapped In A Blanket</title><content type='html'>Everything around me&lt;br /&gt;So fragile,&lt;br /&gt;So delicate,&lt;br /&gt;Woven in blanket&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;So intricate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This design confuses me&lt;br /&gt;It catches me like an insect&lt;br /&gt;Caught in a spiders web&lt;br /&gt;The spider none other than my own self&lt;br /&gt;Who holds me back from reaching true depths&lt;br /&gt;The depths of the ocean&lt;br /&gt;The doors to the universe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am caught here in my web&lt;br /&gt;Woven perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;So intricate,&lt;br /&gt;Everything around me&lt;br /&gt;So fragile,&lt;br /&gt;So delicate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, hatred, pleasure, pain &lt;br /&gt;We all run behind some gain.&lt;br /&gt;We win,&lt;br /&gt;We loose,&lt;br /&gt;We die,&lt;br /&gt;We cry.&lt;br /&gt;But no one even asks me why?&lt;br /&gt;I’ll tell you, you are lost &lt;br /&gt;In this jungle just like me&lt;br /&gt;We will help each other on our journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything around me&lt;br /&gt;So fragile,&lt;br /&gt;So delicate,&lt;br /&gt;Woven in blanket&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;So intricate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115095435752431270?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115095435752431270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115095435752431270' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115095435752431270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115095435752431270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/wrapped-in-blanket.html' title='Wrapped In A Blanket'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115091740083575783</id><published>2006-06-21T12:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:16:40.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen Angel</title><content type='html'>I was walking through the woods&lt;br /&gt;And I saw her there.&lt;br /&gt;Lying down with her tousled hair&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful smile playing on her lips&lt;br /&gt;Kissing her cheeks were bright tulips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her enchanting face with its serene smile&lt;br /&gt;Made my walk through the woods seem worthwhile.&lt;br /&gt;Who was she I wondered then?&lt;br /&gt;A Goddess, a princess or a lovely heiress&lt;br /&gt;Was she a dream or was she my fantasy?&lt;br /&gt;Or just a fallen angel who filled my heart with ecstasy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fallen angel she was indeed&lt;br /&gt;Lying down on the ground bare&lt;br /&gt;I had to kiss her&lt;br /&gt;I had to hold her&lt;br /&gt;And tell her that her rescuer was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then she fluttered open her eyes&lt;br /&gt;Capturing me in full sight.&lt;br /&gt;She held my hand &lt;br /&gt;And took me along.&lt;br /&gt;It was me she had dreamt of all night long&lt;br /&gt;For both of us now the darkness was gone&lt;br /&gt;As we walked hand in hand &lt;br /&gt;Towards the first light of dawn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115091740083575783?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115091740083575783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115091740083575783' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091740083575783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091740083575783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/fallen-angel.html' title='Fallen Angel'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115091630951049045</id><published>2006-06-21T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:02:16.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Hurts</title><content type='html'>I fluttered my wings least expecting to fly&lt;br /&gt;But that’s when I started to rise up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I hovered endlessly in the infinite space &lt;br /&gt;Laughing down at the foolish race. &lt;br /&gt;These dumbfucks runnin all around&lt;br /&gt;So far below me on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;Haha you fools come here with me&lt;br /&gt;I am living in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clouds hovering over my head &lt;br /&gt;The mist covering me in drops of red&lt;br /&gt;The colour of love; the colour my heart shines&lt;br /&gt;All coz his love’s divine &lt;br /&gt;I am mad &lt;br /&gt;I am dizzy&lt;br /&gt;This worlds a lil hazy&lt;br /&gt;All coz his love’s driven me crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But just as all things are real sweet and neat&lt;br /&gt;He throws me suddenly off my seat&lt;br /&gt;With no alarm &lt;br /&gt;He does me great harm&lt;br /&gt;He who I loved so deeply and so long&lt;br /&gt;He who’s love had made me so strong&lt;br /&gt;No desire! &lt;br /&gt;No fantasies!&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing more left for me&lt;br /&gt;I am just shattered as can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fall back to the ground &lt;br /&gt;Where I belong &lt;br /&gt;Now a laughing stock for the throng&lt;br /&gt;I am bruised&lt;br /&gt;I am hurt&lt;br /&gt;He has ripped me apart in shreds&lt;br /&gt;I am covered all over in drops of red&lt;br /&gt;The colour of blood; the colour of my fears&lt;br /&gt;All coz he has driven me to tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts!&lt;br /&gt;Love hurts! &lt;br /&gt;Till it kills&lt;br /&gt;So don’t you go pop that pill&lt;br /&gt;It’ll make you sour high up in the sky&lt;br /&gt;But someday it will make you cry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115091630951049045?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115091630951049045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115091630951049045' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091630951049045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091630951049045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/love-hurts.html' title='Love Hurts'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115091588567771742</id><published>2006-06-21T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:51:25.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alone And Lonely</title><content type='html'>I was walking through the crowds&lt;br /&gt;Moving through the lanes&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like the whole world&lt;br /&gt;Was totally insane&lt;br /&gt;Madness! Madness! It is sheer madness&lt;br /&gt;That drives us to move on&lt;br /&gt;Insanity it is not gravity&lt;br /&gt;What makes us stick to the throng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who are these people around me? &lt;br /&gt;I am just alone in this crowd&lt;br /&gt;Lonelier than I would be&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone on a cloud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look up at the sky for peace&lt;br /&gt;But there’s just darkness there&lt;br /&gt;A star shining brighter &lt;br /&gt;Laughing at my despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you dare laugh at me&lt;br /&gt;Coz you are alone up there&lt;br /&gt;Alone but not lonely&lt;br /&gt;Having no care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I am moving&lt;br /&gt;Pushing through theses crowds&lt;br /&gt;Do I have an aim?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it for a dream?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I moving &lt;br /&gt;Pushing through this stream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare not laugh at me O Star!&lt;br /&gt;Someday I’ll be where you are&lt;br /&gt;Looking down at someone&lt;br /&gt;Someone like me there&lt;br /&gt;Walking through the crowds&lt;br /&gt;Alone and in despair.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115091588567771742?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115091588567771742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115091588567771742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091588567771742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091588567771742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/alone-and-lonely.html' title='Alone And Lonely'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115091405052776127</id><published>2006-06-21T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:23:09.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Travel Within</title><content type='html'>I don’t wanna see the peak of a mountain&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna bathe in a glorious fountain&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna travel this big wide world&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna swim in the deepest of seas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is &lt;br /&gt;Delve in deeply,&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is &lt;br /&gt;Sink into Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna ride the untamed wild horses&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna preach the ignorant brooding masses&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna be in the limelight&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna witness the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is &lt;br /&gt;Delve in deeply,&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is &lt;br /&gt;Sink into Thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no race that I wanna win&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is travel within&lt;br /&gt;There is no day that I wanna die&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing you can do to make me cry.&lt;br /&gt;Life has no power over me,&lt;br /&gt;I have long ago vanished into eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s the peace within &lt;br /&gt;That I have touched&lt;br /&gt;It’s the joy deep down &lt;br /&gt;That I have felt&lt;br /&gt;No sorrow! No tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;No Life! No death!&lt;br /&gt;Just a journey into eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is&lt;br /&gt;Delve in deeply,&lt;br /&gt;All I wanna do is &lt;br /&gt;Sink into Thee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115091405052776127?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115091405052776127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115091405052776127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091405052776127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091405052776127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/travel-within.html' title='Travel Within'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115091397877508751</id><published>2006-06-21T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T04:31:49.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck In A Moment</title><content type='html'>I am stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And I wont get out&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna leave from here&lt;br /&gt;If  I do you will no more be near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still feel your breath lingering on my skin &lt;br /&gt;I still feel your love within &lt;br /&gt;You are the one who can make me cry&lt;br /&gt;You are the one who for whom I can die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And I wont get out &lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna leave from here&lt;br /&gt;If  I do you will no more be near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still don’t regret loving you so much&lt;br /&gt;I still cant forget your sweet touch&lt;br /&gt;You are my love&lt;br /&gt;You are my life&lt;br /&gt;You are what makes my heart jive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in a moment &lt;br /&gt;And I wont get out&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna leave from here&lt;br /&gt;If  I do you will no more be near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have moved on&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me far behind &lt;br /&gt;But I still cant get you off my mind&lt;br /&gt;My love for you will exceed time&lt;br /&gt;In my heart you are still mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And I wont get out&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna leave from here&lt;br /&gt;If  I do you will no more be near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby come back!&lt;br /&gt;Let me see you once again&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel the pleasure &lt;br /&gt;Let me feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;I have held on to you for so long now&lt;br /&gt;Seems like time never passed somehow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am stuck in a moment&lt;br /&gt;And I wont get out&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna leave from here&lt;br /&gt;If  I do you will no more be near&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115091397877508751?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115091397877508751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115091397877508751' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091397877508751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091397877508751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/stuck-in-moment.html' title='Stuck In A Moment'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115091376789904442</id><published>2006-06-21T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T12:25:31.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>I am drifting away&lt;br /&gt;The darkness closing in on me&lt;br /&gt;I feel giddy&lt;br /&gt;I feel nothing&lt;br /&gt;My head doesnt work&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to think&lt;br /&gt;But really I don’t want to&lt;br /&gt;If I do it will hurt&lt;br /&gt;Realization will come&lt;br /&gt;And then I wont be able to forgive myself&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna face realities&lt;br /&gt;And they are too real to&lt;br /&gt;Run away from them &lt;br /&gt;I am a lost soul&lt;br /&gt;I am loosing “me” &lt;br /&gt;I am drifting away&lt;br /&gt;Again&lt;br /&gt;Darkness! Darkness!&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I open my eyes &lt;br /&gt;Light!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115091376789904442?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115091376789904442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115091376789904442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091376789904442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091376789904442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/lost.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30054149.post-115091344324193171</id><published>2006-06-21T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:10:43.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE THEORY OF THE ATOM AND NIRVANA</title><content type='html'>I still remember that day. So vividly that I can actually see myself going back there and relate to what I must have been feeling. If you asked me what happened that day I can tell you nothing because nothing happened. But something must surely have because it has changed my life. It hasn’t really changed anything around me but it has changed me. The real person inside. Now I never look up to the sky to find answers because I feel my most important questions have been answered. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  I was just sitting with a book in front of me that day. Another textbook pretending to study while actually doing everything but that. That’s when it came to me, the theory of the atom and Nirvana. I have always been very intrigued by Nirvana; what is it. I am sure I don’t know more of it now than I did before. It’s an experience which I am sure is beyond any feeling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I found a justification. I saw my science textbook supporting what I believed. It was a divine intervention indeed. I was having one of my long chats with God when I felt it. I felt Him explain this bizarre theory to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes,&lt;br /&gt;The Atom:&lt;br /&gt;The atom as we know is a neutral particle. It is the smallest fragment of us, of the universe itself. The atom also has universe within it. Its made of protons which are positively charged, electrons which are negatively charged and neutrons which are neutral.&lt;br /&gt;The positive charges on the protons and negative charges on the electrons balance each other to give the atom its neutral nature. The atom is held together by a large amount of energy, which is atomic energy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Atom and Nirvana:&lt;br /&gt;Now just think again, consider our atom to be the universe. When it was at rest it was neutral (no charge), there was peace. The peace of the truest kind that, you would experience on attaining salvation. This was the state of the universe before everything came into existence. The state of total and eternal peace. &lt;br /&gt;Let this peaceful state of the atom be Nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider the protons to be the good in the world, the electrons to be the bad and the neutrons to be the gray (not entirely good or bad). All of these when held together by energy (atomic energy) are at a state of peace, which is Nirvana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then something happened and the atom burst separating the protons, neutrons and electrons all into fragments dispersed throughout the universe and releasing a large amount of energy. Atomic energy, which holds the atom together in its stable form, was released spreading throughout the universe. This is what the world is today in the state of unrest. The good, the bad and the gray all separated. All in chaos, all running after something, craving for something but the true want is the want for ultimate satisfaction, ultimate peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These fragments have to come together and have to combine. The lost energy has to be added to make the larger whole. All energies have to come together along with the all good and bad. It’s not just good which is needed to reach the state of peace: the atom. Even the bad has to come just as much as the good. When the balance is struck, do we reach peace. The peace, which is everlasting. That’s the final day when everything will just go back to its state of rest; just like all the protons, electrons and neutrons forming an atom again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30054149-115091344324193171?l=uniquecliches.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/feeds/115091344324193171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30054149&amp;postID=115091344324193171' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091344324193171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30054149/posts/default/115091344324193171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uniquecliches.blogspot.com/2006/06/theory-of-atom-and-nirvana.html' title='THE THEORY OF THE ATOM AND NIRVANA'/><author><name>aishwarya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11546738923959813112</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5ZkoLaOMTJ0/TlZwx4vX5gI/AAAAAAAAHio/eoVkwbrwdpg/s220/220926_10150214594826495_743011494_8463850_1781624_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
