<?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-5150763121264435392</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:52:59.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just read.....</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-3330430001928097400</id><published>2008-03-14T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T09:34:06.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith..</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/SPi-bhv0u0I/AAAAAAAADcs/Y9zck-a3baQ/s1600-h/DSC02681.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/SPi-bhv0u0I/AAAAAAAADcs/Y9zck-a3baQ/s200/DSC02681.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258161945079757634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;December foggy morning, mercury falling down&lt;br /&gt;Winds whispering around, making clouds frown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is partly visible through my window,&lt;br /&gt;Me half awake in bed, yet to see her glow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned myself to other side and hands try to find,&lt;br /&gt;Smile in my closed eyes but just a pillow aside. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Suddenly I realized, you were never beside&lt;br /&gt;Though far, you are always in my mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are looking from the rectangular frame,&lt;br /&gt;Picking it up, I slowly call your name…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling your presence every now and then.&lt;br /&gt;You make me walk down the memory lane…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From your loud laugh to our crazy fights&lt;br /&gt;Every hangout and dinner with candle light &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time I want to say so much&lt;br /&gt;Words won’t be enough felt as such…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I close my eyes and wish you were here&lt;br /&gt;Remembered the good times, we had shared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From my desk, picking up an envelope brown..&lt;br /&gt;I read your note again to feel that you are around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen to my heart beat within yours, dear&lt;br /&gt;Even though I have gone, my love is everywhere!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more reason for me to survive&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes words keep our faith alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-3330430001928097400?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/3330430001928097400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=3330430001928097400&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/3330430001928097400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/3330430001928097400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2008/03/faith.html' title='Faith..'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/SPi-bhv0u0I/AAAAAAAADcs/Y9zck-a3baQ/s72-c/DSC02681.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-8232851875767472432</id><published>2008-02-03T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:49.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in the woods.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/R6W0CTAVehI/AAAAAAAACSs/jVfZW9RiYXw/s1600-h/2239076402_90c472ec23.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/R6W0CTAVehI/AAAAAAAACSs/jVfZW9RiYXw/s200/2239076402_90c472ec23.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162730499404560914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusky evening,I walk alone &lt;br /&gt;Way was different and unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Where I belong, where I stood,&lt;br /&gt;It seemed,I was lost in the woods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Initially felt,the path was right,&lt;br /&gt;Through the darkness,I could see something bright,&lt;br /&gt;Is this the destination, where I wish, I should..&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t know,I was lost in the woods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear was true and also new,&lt;br /&gt;What went wrong, I hardly knew...&lt;br /&gt;More of bad or less of good,&lt;br /&gt;All seemed gray,I was lost in the woods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have come a way too long,&lt;br /&gt;Emotions were high and too strong.&lt;br /&gt;Where this will lead me and where I would..&lt;br /&gt;God only knows,I was lost in the woods...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time to return, before it gets too dark&lt;br /&gt;In search of that little spark,&lt;br /&gt;My eyes were just looking around..&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, the way back I found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smile made my face glow again.&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I have found my own lane.&lt;br /&gt;Walking way back, myself I told,&lt;br /&gt;“I have resolved a puzzle unknown”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It made me discover myself,once more..&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to loose,thats for sure.. &lt;br /&gt;Later or sooner, what I understood,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, it’s good to get lost in the woods!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-8232851875767472432?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/8232851875767472432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=8232851875767472432&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/8232851875767472432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/8232851875767472432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2008/02/lost-in-woods.html' title='Lost in the woods.....'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/R6W0CTAVehI/AAAAAAAACSs/jVfZW9RiYXw/s72-c/2239076402_90c472ec23.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-2172743981856179341</id><published>2007-10-17T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:50.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silky Sand...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RxYQhTVd11I/AAAAAAAABS0/TamvA6aG4uc/s1600-h/32502537_77779c3ef9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RxYQhTVd11I/AAAAAAAABS0/TamvA6aG4uc/s200/32502537_77779c3ef9.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122299790492555090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sun setting down on the sea floor,&lt;br /&gt;Spreading its rays on sandy shore.&lt;br /&gt;Me walking, watching my footprints,&lt;br /&gt;Carving my name, on dusty thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My finger rolls inside the sand,&lt;br /&gt;I lay to catch, in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Soothingly it flows away,&lt;br /&gt;“No one can hold me long”, it says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at it, I swept my palm,&lt;br /&gt;Lying on milky wave, steady and calm.&lt;br /&gt;Realising, I grabbed it too hard&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to carry it, a little far. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently again,holding in two hands,&lt;br /&gt;This time for a while and gladly it stands.&lt;br /&gt;Keeping it aside, I gently smiled&lt;br /&gt;Now, I know what you made me realised. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain things are momentary to cherish,&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the essence, till they perish.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go too hard and fast,&lt;br /&gt;It just matter, how long they last!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-2172743981856179341?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/2172743981856179341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=2172743981856179341&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/2172743981856179341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/2172743981856179341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2007/10/silky-sand.html' title='Silky Sand...'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RxYQhTVd11I/AAAAAAAABS0/TamvA6aG4uc/s72-c/32502537_77779c3ef9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-9024196026474923268</id><published>2007-05-28T09:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:50.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RlsPStUEeeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/seUwWJUJy2w/s1600-h/83763288_cf339ccc54_m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RlsPStUEeeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/seUwWJUJy2w/s200/83763288_cf339ccc54_m.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5069662619611462114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you hear your breath alone,&lt;br /&gt;Voice is breaking, short of tone,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to say, reason unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Seeds of “Silence” have been sown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though want to tell so much,&lt;br /&gt;Lips are locked felt as such,&lt;br /&gt;Just listening clock getting struck, &lt;br /&gt;Only sound of the nocturnal bug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lot is said and heard,&lt;br /&gt;Feel no need of any words.&lt;br /&gt;Everything can be expressed,&lt;br /&gt;From angered soul to depressed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s just perfect,&lt;br /&gt;A small pause does an effect,&lt;br /&gt;Solving the unsolved,&lt;br /&gt;Through it we can talk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;What does it really mean? &lt;br /&gt;It has an identity rare..&lt;br /&gt;A strong emotion to share!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-9024196026474923268?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/9024196026474923268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=9024196026474923268&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/9024196026474923268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/9024196026474923268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2007/05/silence.html' title='Silence...'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RlsPStUEeeI/AAAAAAAAAqM/seUwWJUJy2w/s72-c/83763288_cf339ccc54_m.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-2496249635979019236</id><published>2007-04-01T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:50.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don´t  know why....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RhA5nQUOmXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/6ft0wYATInY/s1600-h/aw10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RhA5nQUOmXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/6ft0wYATInY/s200/aw10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5048598528839817586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, when it rained,&lt;br /&gt;Stood outside, fully drenched,&lt;br /&gt;Inside me, still felt dry,&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, I don’t know,why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I checked myself in the  mirror,&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t me, standing there.&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong, Oh My!!&lt;br /&gt;Really, I don’t know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, moon makes me smile,&lt;br /&gt;I talk to myself for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Keep staring at the dark sky.&lt;br /&gt;Truly, I don’t know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though everyone around,&lt;br /&gt;Myself alone I found..&lt;br /&gt;Without wings, I often fly.&lt;br /&gt;Again, I don’t know why..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I searched for the reason..&lt;br /&gt;But, realized there was none..&lt;br /&gt;How did it happen and why ?&lt;br /&gt;Please, can anyone justify??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its hard to explain..&lt;br /&gt;Is it happiness or pain…??&lt;br /&gt;Wish to walk in this lane..&lt;br /&gt;Let’s see, what can I gain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to find the way..&lt;br /&gt;To my quest, yet I say,&lt;br /&gt;“I am not sure, let’s give a try&lt;br /&gt;One day, I might know the reason “Why”??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-2496249635979019236?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/2496249635979019236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=2496249635979019236&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/2496249635979019236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/2496249635979019236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2007/04/i-dont-know-why.html' title='I don´t  know why....'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RhA5nQUOmXI/AAAAAAAAAaI/6ft0wYATInY/s72-c/aw10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-3756848718118827794</id><published>2007-03-05T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:50.885-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Innocent ways....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/ReygaBk6-oI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/M2ERXWAmS2E/s1600-h/155825127_d65e48e7df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/ReygaBk6-oI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/M2ERXWAmS2E/s200/155825127_d65e48e7df.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5038578452081080962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;September evening, clock struck five,&lt;br /&gt;I was still waiting and little annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promising she will be there in half an hour,&lt;br /&gt;Drinking two cups more, I lighted cigar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoke flew in air along with my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;I remember everything, how stupidly we fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her small talks, within big arguments,&lt;br /&gt;I knew, there won’t be any hope for improvement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I enjoyed our every fight,&lt;br /&gt;Though angry, her face seems so bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making her smile, was always fun,&lt;br /&gt;It never took long, with time I learnt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly, throwing away cigar, she stared at me&lt;br /&gt;Realizing my mistake, she understood perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wasn’t that angry, so I asked casually,&lt;br /&gt;“You are late and how many times you would be?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She nodded and her eyes smiled,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting across, patiently she replied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Till the time, you are there to wait,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry dear, I will always be late”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her reply made my day,&lt;br /&gt;I just wanted her to be in this way,&lt;br /&gt;Within my heart, lifelong to stay!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-3756848718118827794?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/3756848718118827794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=3756848718118827794&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/3756848718118827794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/3756848718118827794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2007/03/innocent-ways.html' title='Innocent ways....'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/ReygaBk6-oI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/M2ERXWAmS2E/s72-c/155825127_d65e48e7df.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-8906825008077083987</id><published>2007-02-10T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:51.182-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Hands...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rc8hcv4V5LI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7IR3zwrZje8/s1600-h/untitled7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rc8hcv4V5LI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7IR3zwrZje8/s200/untitled7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5030276086568969394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first giggle, my first cry,&lt;br /&gt;My first words and my first toy..&lt;br /&gt;He remembered all without a single try..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was crawling on floor, taking small steps..&lt;br /&gt;Fingers led me to stand, until firmly they kept..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding my new bike, as I scored grade A&lt;br /&gt;He promised me more, lots to come on your way..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pampering me in every little task..&lt;br /&gt;Given almost everything, that I never ask..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning new things, with time I grew..&lt;br /&gt;He made me believe in dreams, that I never knew..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those hands are still patting my back..&lt;br /&gt;Holding me tight &amp; sometimes pointing at me what I lack..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day he made me realize,&lt;br /&gt;“You have received all love from me,&lt;br /&gt;Its time for you to share with somebody, I see”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Life is a circle, so I have completed one,&lt;br /&gt;You are just on half way, make it earn”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again, holding my hand he made me walk,&lt;br /&gt;This time on red carpet along with flowers, he talks&lt;br /&gt;“Now, I can just accompany you, until here..&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere you will always find me, in your better half, dear ”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While going, smilingly he waved at me..&lt;br /&gt;Those hands are still there for me &amp; will always be !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-8906825008077083987?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/8906825008077083987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=8906825008077083987&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/8906825008077083987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/8906825008077083987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2007/02/those-hands.html' title='Those Hands...'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rc8hcv4V5LI/AAAAAAAAAO8/7IR3zwrZje8/s72-c/untitled7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-1620194650400276453</id><published>2007-01-28T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:51.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unsaid Words....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rb_BJPw3buI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LpmD3gdx-Wg/s1600-h/CA1GI51J.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rb_BJPw3buI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LpmD3gdx-Wg/s200/CA1GI51J.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025948073763237602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes met and said the unsaid&lt;br /&gt;After many years, distance was paid&lt;br /&gt;Though just sitting right opposite&lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable and shy a bit….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both smiling from corner lips&lt;br /&gt;None wanted to break the silence deep..&lt;br /&gt;Thinking who will say first…&lt;br /&gt;She wiped the window dust..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was looking for a reason&lt;br /&gt;Still clam and blaming the season..&lt;br /&gt;The journey was quite long&lt;br /&gt;But wishing moment shouldn’t be gone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both pretending to be busy..&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t getting that easy..&lt;br /&gt;Feelings have to be relieved&lt;br /&gt;And truth shud be believed..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next moment, he was aside&lt;br /&gt;She wasn’t that surprised&lt;br /&gt;Holding her hand, he smiled&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down, she couldn’t hide..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why it took so long to say,&lt;br /&gt;Though they have to walk on same way..&lt;br /&gt;With perfect understanding everything seems fine,&lt;br /&gt;It just happened only at the right time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-1620194650400276453?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/1620194650400276453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=1620194650400276453&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/1620194650400276453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/1620194650400276453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2007/01/unsaid-words.html' title='Unsaid Words....'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rb_BJPw3buI/AAAAAAAAAOM/LpmD3gdx-Wg/s72-c/CA1GI51J.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-7826321068313052406</id><published>2007-01-14T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:52.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live every moment...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rap5f9S3FVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PDkEnBs1dBo/s1600-h/CA21L7FV.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rap5f9S3FVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PDkEnBs1dBo/s200/CA21L7FV.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019958324594414930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing in an open air,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the fragrance flare,&lt;br /&gt;Walking thru the fields,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know where they lead…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Path appears greener,&lt;br /&gt;Sky bows still lower.&lt;br /&gt;World is just for me,&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I see…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in a moment,&lt;br /&gt;More than anything else&lt;br /&gt;Forgeting about everything&lt;br /&gt;I need to be blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Expecting nothing is best way to be,&lt;br /&gt;Satisfaction can be another happiness key.&lt;br /&gt;Life is one and so am I,&lt;br /&gt;Want to live in present….till I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-7826321068313052406?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/7826321068313052406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=7826321068313052406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/7826321068313052406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/7826321068313052406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2007/01/living-in-moment.html' title='Live every moment...'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rap5f9S3FVI/AAAAAAAAAOA/PDkEnBs1dBo/s72-c/CA21L7FV.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-1104666713482467246</id><published>2007-01-05T07:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:52.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rap5EtS3FUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/sxRCRlaYLmM/s1600-h/CAK7OBQR.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rap5EtS3FUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/sxRCRlaYLmM/s200/CAK7OBQR.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019957856442979650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes, I can see&lt;br /&gt;Walking on ocean, sitting on sea,&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the stars, falling without gravity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Dreams” I named it,&lt;br /&gt;Where, imaginations run wild and free,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone can view it, with full liberty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, I just want to stay there&lt;br /&gt;Don’t want to face reality with fear.&lt;br /&gt;Everything seems so nice n glossy,&lt;br /&gt;For time being, at least it’s rosy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, dreams are more than dreams&lt;br /&gt;Some wake up with scream&lt;br /&gt;And some with glowing rim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing some to come true,&lt;br /&gt; For some not at all to grew,&lt;br /&gt;And some are satisfied in few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It’s just a matter of time&lt;br /&gt;How to cherish them in mind&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes they are lost n you can’t find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end whatever we faced,&lt;br /&gt;But dreams need to be possessed&lt;br /&gt;As each one of us is blessed!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-1104666713482467246?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/1104666713482467246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=1104666713482467246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/1104666713482467246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/1104666713482467246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2007/01/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/Rap5EtS3FUI/AAAAAAAAAN0/sxRCRlaYLmM/s72-c/CAK7OBQR.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-3788772139149013482</id><published>2006-12-09T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:52.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is like an Open door...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RXqPahjCAPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mkc5gYavi0g/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RXqPahjCAPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mkc5gYavi0g/s400/images.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006471621620400370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a corner left,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about it I wept…&lt;br /&gt;Why it happened to me&lt;br /&gt;Was it right justice to be ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts are like a wave&lt;br /&gt;Reaching the shore they shud fade.&lt;br /&gt;Then, why I couldn’t get away,&lt;br /&gt;I don’t want life in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking around, suddenly I see.&lt;br /&gt;Some hope was definitely within me.&lt;br /&gt;Achieving my goal was something more.&lt;br /&gt;Life is like an open door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let every possibility come n go,&lt;br /&gt;Earlier phase might be slow,&lt;br /&gt;Keep your spirits high n not low,&lt;br /&gt;Be sporty and ready to flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day will come, when you will be known.&lt;br /&gt;What lies within you and it will be shown,&lt;br /&gt;Worries and disbelief will be gone,&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine is not far, its still a dawn..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that struggle is still on,&lt;br /&gt;Way is long and lots to be done,&lt;br /&gt;Yet not, but you have already won.&lt;br /&gt;Yet not, but you have already won !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-3788772139149013482?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/3788772139149013482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=3788772139149013482&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/3788772139149013482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/3788772139149013482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2006/12/life-is-like-open-door.html' title='Life is like an Open door...'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RXqPahjCAPI/AAAAAAAAAAU/mkc5gYavi0g/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5150763121264435392.post-8292497942845017236</id><published>2006-12-09T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T08:37:52.374-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A strange night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RXqVOxjCAQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WumX6nke1Vg/s1600-h/street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RXqVOxjCAQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WumX6nke1Vg/s200/street.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5006478016826704130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a dark winter night&lt;br /&gt;I was walking along the road side,&lt;br /&gt;Silent and alone though,&lt;br /&gt;Taking steps with the wind flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird feelings crept in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Heart beat faster, suddenly I find,&lt;br /&gt;Stranger’s feet following close behind&lt;br /&gt;Making me little scared n unkind &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closing my eyes, I prayed to Lord,&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing, neither knife nor sword.&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to have someone aside,&lt;br /&gt;Or at least a safe place to hide…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn’t have the courage to turn back n see..&lt;br /&gt;When a call came saying, “Hey, its me”….&lt;br /&gt;Sound was familiar and sweet…&lt;br /&gt;Making me smile a bit…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning back and looking around,&lt;br /&gt;I saw him standing on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;With abroad smile and a glowing face,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why I was so amazed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear just ran away,&lt;br /&gt;But still I loudly cried.&lt;br /&gt;Though he is not here…&lt;br /&gt;Then why couldn’t I realize…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was always there for me..&lt;br /&gt;Looking from his eyes, I can see..&lt;br /&gt;The world is so beautiful n &lt;br /&gt;Without him it can never be…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has given me the dignity…&lt;br /&gt;Keeping the promise till eternity..&lt;br /&gt;He was always there for me…&lt;br /&gt;Now, he is always there within me..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5150763121264435392-8292497942845017236?l=shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/feeds/8292497942845017236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5150763121264435392&amp;postID=8292497942845017236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/8292497942845017236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5150763121264435392/posts/default/8292497942845017236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shru4u-shruti.blogspot.com/2006/12/strange-night.html' title='A strange night...'/><author><name>Shruti</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04959544579264664570</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yyq7NPAoqwM/RXqVOxjCAQI/AAAAAAAAAAk/WumX6nke1Vg/s72-c/street.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
