<?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-24654625</id><updated>2012-01-27T22:30:16.478+05:30</updated><title type='text'>When reality met me</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog that is swimming in colours and words.
Quite the irregular randomness by a befuddled head, not much will change on that front.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>130</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-1349194274333846390</id><published>2012-01-04T15:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-01-04T15:21:21.137+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Through your eyes</title><content type='html'>Someday I’ll be famous,&lt;br /&gt;Someday I’ll be free!&lt;br /&gt;Tied down only and only&lt;br /&gt;By chains of my creativity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I’ll look back&lt;br /&gt;One Day I’ll believe&lt;br /&gt;That all this I go through&lt;br /&gt;Turned my nerves to steel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then I’ll see what you see&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then the Diva will shine&lt;br /&gt;Looking down from that pedestal&lt;br /&gt;Made on hard work and toil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Past won’t go away,&lt;br /&gt;It grows older day by day&lt;br /&gt;A li'l more experience, a bit more wise&lt;br /&gt;A strong platform for building life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That day we’ll be together&lt;br /&gt;That day you’ll look in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;How far we came together&lt;br /&gt;How much more there is to survive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I look in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Today I take you for mine.&lt;br /&gt;Together we'll live out life,&lt;br /&gt;Through your steadfast eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-1349194274333846390?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/1349194274333846390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2012/01/through-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1349194274333846390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1349194274333846390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2012/01/through-your-eyes.html' title='Through your eyes'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2990257643538809700</id><published>2011-12-06T15:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-06T15:30:13.947+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It's love! :)</title><content type='html'>Wakefully sleepy mornings&lt;br /&gt;Chilly, yet warm evenings&lt;br /&gt;Faerie nights on burning ice&lt;br /&gt;Sheltered by secretive walls.&lt;br /&gt;Blanketed in your warmth,&lt;br /&gt;Snug and protected,&lt;br /&gt;For all this I am beholden,&lt;br /&gt;Intact yet incomplete.&lt;br /&gt;Golden conspiracies&lt;br /&gt;Mentored meetings&lt;br /&gt;Missed coincidences&lt;br /&gt;Spell out our story&lt;br /&gt;Like the weather,&lt;br /&gt;Never sure ‘til it’s here.&lt;br /&gt;A little magic twirls in&lt;br /&gt;Leaves eyes sparkling within&lt;br /&gt;Hearts beating so loud&lt;br /&gt;Drumming booming thumps.&lt;br /&gt;Music unknown fills our ears&lt;br /&gt;Exuding fumes of love&lt;br /&gt;Inexorably adoring the heart&lt;br /&gt;Little red darts dance&lt;br /&gt;Happy nuggets are now our world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2990257643538809700?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-5101191429828766274</id><published>2011-11-25T23:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-25T23:36:18.917+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love and laughter</title><content type='html'>Every time I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;Naughty mischief comes straight through!&lt;br /&gt;Dancing, prancing, romancing,&lt;br /&gt;Jilting me with every move.&lt;br /&gt;Little phrases of laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Heady swirls of fun,&lt;br /&gt;Always out there,&lt;br /&gt;In the bright, happy sun!&lt;br /&gt;Tinkling like chimes,&lt;br /&gt;Your stifled giggles rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Imitating their tender notes,&lt;br /&gt;Uplifting my heart and mind!&lt;br /&gt;A dose of this each day,&lt;br /&gt;And we know everything’s just fine!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-5101191429828766274?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/5101191429828766274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-and-laughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5101191429828766274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5101191429828766274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/11/love-and-laughter.html' title='Love and laughter'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4868559507066960406</id><published>2011-10-20T09:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-20T09:29:17.519+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inane imaginings of the future</title><content type='html'>Imagine the harrowing day&lt;br /&gt;When crass will be mainstay&lt;br /&gt;In song, dance, romances&lt;br /&gt;Nothing pure, hidden remains.&lt;br /&gt;Famous English dictionaries&lt;br /&gt;Discarded, battered, thrown away.&lt;br /&gt;Useless in a reduced world&lt;br /&gt;Where actions, disgusting, revolting,&lt;br /&gt;Speak louder than than 'mere' words&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4868559507066960406?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4868559507066960406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/inane-imaginings-of-future.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4868559507066960406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4868559507066960406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/inane-imaginings-of-future.html' title='Inane imaginings of the future'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6817724006934152995</id><published>2011-10-17T17:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:55:47.771+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bubbly dreams</title><content type='html'>Wallowing in my bed&lt;br /&gt;Wandering inside my head&lt;br /&gt;Dreams bobbing along&lt;br /&gt;Like leaves in a rippling pond&lt;br /&gt;Pick ‘em as you please&lt;br /&gt;A new one each time, you see&lt;br /&gt;Different colours, notes, textures&lt;br /&gt;A myriad hues it takes muster&lt;br /&gt;For a single dream to be known.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6817724006934152995?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6817724006934152995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/bubbly-dreams.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6817724006934152995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6817724006934152995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/bubbly-dreams.html' title='Bubbly dreams'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-9138790789973961039</id><published>2011-10-17T17:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:53:29.767+05:30</updated><title type='text'>How the heart aches</title><content type='html'>The fields are green,&lt;br /&gt;The puddles have gone,&lt;br /&gt;Yet 'neath the trees it rains…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your smiles and wiles,&lt;br /&gt;In my memories shine,&lt;br /&gt;Like thunder, I feel the pain…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Numbing my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Remember better times,&lt;br /&gt;Quietly my heart aches…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clear last days,&lt;br /&gt;Blurry last moments,&lt;br /&gt;Yearning your eye for detail…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tough to plough,&lt;br /&gt;Through each day,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you'll never return…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-9138790789973961039?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/9138790789973961039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-heart-aches.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/9138790789973961039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/9138790789973961039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/how-heart-aches.html' title='How the heart aches'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-7452972168549576786</id><published>2011-10-17T17:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:44:10.012+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of love and sacrifice</title><content type='html'>As the sweat beats slow retreat&lt;br /&gt;To the fringe of my cotton tunic&lt;br /&gt;Wistfully wait and wonder I&lt;br /&gt;Why love is sweet yet chronic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming, going, hanging about,&lt;br /&gt;Memories of you flit around,&lt;br /&gt;A sudden breeze on a clear day,&lt;br /&gt;The restful chirpings of night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gallantly wandering,&lt;br /&gt;Lost, nowhere,&lt;br /&gt;Untied yet tethered&lt;br /&gt;To your loving lair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, a somebody&lt;br /&gt;Marching towards a picture&lt;br /&gt;That depicts rather vaguely&lt;br /&gt;A person I must embody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From you, to yours and myself&lt;br /&gt;I dance, a balancing act at hand!&lt;br /&gt;Can't ripen every fruit in the tree&lt;br /&gt;But I'll do the best I can.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-7452972168549576786?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/7452972168549576786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-love-and-sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7452972168549576786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7452972168549576786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/of-love-and-sacrifice.html' title='Of love and sacrifice'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3372175555953094524</id><published>2011-10-17T17:41:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:41:33.847+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A one-way street</title><content type='html'>Wore my heart on my sleeve,&lt;br /&gt;Got left out in the deep.&lt;br /&gt;Gave away too much,&lt;br /&gt;Too late to squeal&lt;br /&gt;When all is redeemed,&lt;br /&gt;Pride will still hurt so!&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that what's given,&lt;br /&gt;Will never be answered.&lt;br /&gt;That once taken,&lt;br /&gt;Forever conquered.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3372175555953094524?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3372175555953094524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-way-street.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3372175555953094524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3372175555953094524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/one-way-street.html' title='A one-way street'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6125468395232843170</id><published>2011-10-17T17:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-17T17:41:00.159+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Goody Two Shoes</title><content type='html'>Pious at Lent&lt;br /&gt;Promiscuous through the year&lt;br /&gt;Unafraid for your soul,&lt;br /&gt;On every day but those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A show of charity to save your hide,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling disgust, feigning pride!&lt;br /&gt;Many faces to up-keep&lt;br /&gt;For each shallow ‘reality’.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try hard to be gentle, well-spoken&lt;br /&gt;Generally, as good as ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;Shamming qualities akin to bamboo&lt;br /&gt;Their propriety needs deep roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why try so hard, stoop so low&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to right,&lt;br /&gt;In but a handful of days,&lt;br /&gt;A year’s worth of woes!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6125468395232843170?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6125468395232843170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/goody-two-shoes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6125468395232843170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6125468395232843170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/10/goody-two-shoes.html' title='Goody Two Shoes'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3546028849373526545</id><published>2011-08-04T18:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-04T18:01:31.482+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Together</title><content type='html'>Can't get the words to form&lt;br /&gt;A song to which I belong&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, unspoken thorns&lt;br /&gt;Whisper as the night prolongs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see your gentle lips&lt;br /&gt;Uttering quiet words of bliss&lt;br /&gt;Making me wonder of 'what if?'...&lt;br /&gt;Yours or mine, whose loss is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the world felt too close,&lt;br /&gt;You pushed it away.&lt;br /&gt;When I was alone,&lt;br /&gt;You were there to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Separately, togetherness was ideal&lt;br /&gt;On merging questions arose&lt;br /&gt;A might little demon army,&lt;br /&gt;It's ugly head reared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the two sides of a coin,&lt;br /&gt;Together, yet not,&lt;br /&gt;We fought&lt;br /&gt;Slashing at demons till dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here and now,&lt;br /&gt;Hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;Side by side&lt;br /&gt;Forever we stand&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3546028849373526545?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3546028849373526545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/08/together.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3546028849373526545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3546028849373526545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/08/together.html' title='Together'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-8199555356873932446</id><published>2011-08-04T17:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-08-04T17:14:11.259+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Featuring the Future, picturing the Past</title><content type='html'>Disconnected from today&lt;br /&gt;In each and every way&lt;br /&gt;What holds for us tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;I could certainly never say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reviving old memories&lt;br /&gt;Photographs and letters in writing&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pain of growing&lt;br /&gt;Growing up and forgetting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was once is not again...&lt;br /&gt;What time has rendered&lt;br /&gt;And then changed&lt;br /&gt;Yet we worked on in vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marching ants through the past&lt;br /&gt;Hoping for release from the dark&lt;br /&gt;Trying, going against grain&lt;br /&gt;To make future and past the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no use, my dear&lt;br /&gt;In rewind, Past remains.&lt;br /&gt;Look forward this day and see&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine tomorrow brings clear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-8199555356873932446?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/8199555356873932446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/08/featuring-future-picturing-past.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8199555356873932446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8199555356873932446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/08/featuring-future-picturing-past.html' title='Featuring the Future, picturing the Past'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-5049494490715960874</id><published>2011-07-05T16:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-07-05T20:30:45.183+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful beginnings</title><content type='html'>Silver drops of sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;Against a moonlit sky.&lt;br /&gt;Blue skies and purple clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Glistening, thunderous edges,&lt;br /&gt;Let in this glorious dawn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new beginning,&lt;br /&gt;A fresh start,&lt;br /&gt;Like spring after winter,&lt;br /&gt;A chance to turn around,&lt;br /&gt;Take the mundane out of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rains wash away wounds,&lt;br /&gt;Bury sorrows and worries.&lt;br /&gt;Slept over, wake up, look ahead...&lt;br /&gt;A light shines just for you...&lt;br /&gt;An eternity of sunny fame!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-5049494490715960874?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/5049494490715960874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/07/beautiful-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5049494490715960874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5049494490715960874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/07/beautiful-beginnings.html' title='Beautiful beginnings'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-1649999978863655415</id><published>2011-06-15T23:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:11:17.454+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Balloon in the sky!</title><content type='html'>What's it like&lt;br /&gt;To be a balloon in the sky&lt;br /&gt;Flying so high...&lt;br /&gt;No worries nor woes&lt;br /&gt;Just happily afloat.&lt;br /&gt;Clouds are moats,&lt;br /&gt;Shed them like coats!&lt;br /&gt;Balloon bobbing along,&lt;br /&gt;Saying 'hello' to the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Revelling in the light...&lt;br /&gt;Pop! Goes the balloon!&lt;br /&gt;Quickly fizzling rubber&lt;br /&gt;Makes a dash for it's mother (earth)&lt;br /&gt;Pop! Went the balloon,&lt;br /&gt;Now lost to the Winds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-1649999978863655415?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/1649999978863655415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/06/balloon-in-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1649999978863655415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1649999978863655415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/06/balloon-in-sky.html' title='Balloon in the sky!'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-7868476231213353324</id><published>2011-05-11T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-11T23:34:03.496+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bitten</title><content type='html'>Pent up inside,&lt;br /&gt;A writing bug lies,&lt;br /&gt;The world swirling in it's eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Know night nor day',&lt;br /&gt;The storm clouds say,&lt;br /&gt;'But wait a while, please stay'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For such a show&lt;br /&gt;Of wind and storm gale&lt;br /&gt;Very rarely passes this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hah!" Says our bug,&lt;br /&gt;"What of this rain,&lt;br /&gt;Gales such I face and fie!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart of matter,&lt;br /&gt;Plunging deep,&lt;br /&gt;Swords swing, rhythm brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words stream,&lt;br /&gt;A puzzle pieced&lt;br /&gt;together bit by bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bug resides,&lt;br /&gt;A brain decides,&lt;br /&gt;And words gush forth in tide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-7868476231213353324?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/7868476231213353324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/05/bitten.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7868476231213353324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7868476231213353324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/05/bitten.html' title='Bitten'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-7719201888383590575</id><published>2011-05-11T15:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-11T15:58:34.866+05:30</updated><title type='text'>rollercoaster ride</title><content type='html'>Guts, gumption and glory!&lt;br /&gt;I rushed through in a hurry!&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they followed me?!&lt;br /&gt;But it's a happy thing to see,&lt;br /&gt;In plain sight, there's no misery.&lt;br /&gt;Uphill all the way from here!&lt;br /&gt;Trudging along, looking far &amp; near.&lt;br /&gt;New roles, take heart, hey!&lt;br /&gt;Twisting, turning,&lt;br /&gt;Rollercoaster ride&lt;br /&gt;Drama series have no less a high!&lt;br /&gt;Happy for the good,&lt;br /&gt;Cast away the bad&lt;br /&gt;Pick up yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Get back on the tide!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-7719201888383590575?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/7719201888383590575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/05/rollercoaster-ride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7719201888383590575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7719201888383590575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/05/rollercoaster-ride.html' title='rollercoaster ride'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-8676044208294859021</id><published>2011-05-10T17:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-11T15:41:55.342+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Ambiguous Journey</title><content type='html'>Some days you feel pretty&lt;br /&gt;Some days are just fine&lt;br /&gt;Then those days that rattle you&lt;br /&gt;Make you hide your face and whine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all moods are happy,&lt;br /&gt;Not all moods are sad.&lt;br /&gt;Then there're those that get you&lt;br /&gt;Make you twist and churn inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not everything stays up&lt;br /&gt;Nor are there constant lows&lt;br /&gt;All the plateaus that fill the gap&lt;br /&gt;Make you think of the miles to go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-8676044208294859021?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/8676044208294859021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/05/journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8676044208294859021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8676044208294859021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/05/journey.html' title='The Ambiguous Journey'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2654912075522089523</id><published>2011-04-01T16:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-05-05T12:09:32.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Writing for the soul</title><content type='html'>Writing is wonderful tonic for the soul&lt;br /&gt;It can grow Rose tints in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Erase blackness in the heart&lt;br /&gt;Clear up the mind and air&lt;br /&gt;Make life a mystical being&lt;br /&gt;Living, breathing joy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2654912075522089523?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2654912075522089523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/04/w-for-writing-w-for-warm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2654912075522089523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2654912075522089523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/04/w-for-writing-w-for-warm.html' title='Writing for the soul'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3274828154950214791</id><published>2011-04-01T16:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-01T16:04:32.938+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The fine line</title><content type='html'>Feelings are no longer one's own&lt;br /&gt;Joint at hip, sharing emotion shown.&lt;br /&gt;Festering inside, wounds grow,&lt;br /&gt;Out of proportion, sadness seeds sown.&lt;br /&gt;To be good or bad?&lt;br /&gt;To be or not to be...&lt;br /&gt;Questions haunt the soul.&lt;br /&gt;Deciding to love is not easy,&lt;br /&gt;Consistency is tough to achieve.&lt;br /&gt;A word, an action, a single glance,&lt;br /&gt;Throw open windows unknown.&lt;br /&gt;Tricky to balance this tiresome duo,&lt;br /&gt;Happiness and it's faceless foes.&lt;br /&gt;From company and loneliness&lt;br /&gt;Draw your reserves&lt;br /&gt;For this party of life to preserve&lt;br /&gt;You must know more than shiny bits show&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3274828154950214791?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3274828154950214791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/04/fine-line.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3274828154950214791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3274828154950214791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2011/04/fine-line.html' title='The fine line'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2219936055464664842</id><published>2010-09-03T01:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-03T01:06:26.926+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I forget</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I forget&lt;br /&gt;Maybe a wig, a smile, a mind-set&lt;br /&gt;Apprehensive is the word&lt;br /&gt;For every form I take&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't take off your rose-tint glasses&lt;br /&gt;They're the only way to live.&lt;br /&gt;Once off, you only see ashes&lt;br /&gt;Shades of grey, structures collapsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not cement nor steel or man-made,&lt;br /&gt;Of dreams  they are fabricate.&lt;br /&gt;Built on belief&lt;br /&gt;Destroyed by regret&lt;br /&gt;A part of you wasted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I forget&lt;br /&gt;To stay happy, must race ahead&lt;br /&gt;No peace I find&lt;br /&gt;Even pillow 'neath my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavy heart find a dark place&lt;br /&gt;When none other can fathom fate&lt;br /&gt;Over-whelmed in sadness I turn to thee&lt;br /&gt;Wearing my mask, smiling, pretending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I forget, You see me&lt;br /&gt;What I am and where I could be&lt;br /&gt;Rescue plans stand thwarted&lt;br /&gt;My head in your palms, solace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2219936055464664842?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2219936055464664842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-forget.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2219936055464664842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2219936055464664842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/09/sometimes-i-forget.html' title='Sometimes I forget'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4294284251189834272</id><published>2010-06-15T14:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-15T14:48:51.720+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sleep and change</title><content type='html'>Deep deep sleep…&lt;br /&gt;A heady feeling creeps,&lt;br /&gt;pulling me down under&lt;br /&gt;into the land of slumber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothingness is BIG there,&lt;br /&gt;space for numbing breaks.&lt;br /&gt;Like a galaxy of nonentities&lt;br /&gt;together seeking a haze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awaken as though from dead&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Such a clear head!&lt;br /&gt;Refreshed for another day,&lt;br /&gt;new in every day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such the power of change,&lt;br /&gt;over sleep it dawns and wanes.&lt;br /&gt;A trail lingering, recognizable,&lt;br /&gt;Of things from now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4294284251189834272?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4294284251189834272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleep-and-change.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4294284251189834272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4294284251189834272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/06/sleep-and-change.html' title='Sleep and change'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-5091883557274659453</id><published>2010-06-10T13:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-10T13:53:24.999+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dis-Investment</title><content type='html'>Oh! how my blood boils!&lt;br /&gt;All is lost in sweat and toil.&lt;br /&gt;Not a penny earned,&lt;br /&gt;but much time soiled.&lt;br /&gt;Again, find myself foiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like any machine, over time&lt;br /&gt;loosing it's charm,&lt;br /&gt;needing much oil.&lt;br /&gt;To maintenance, everyone's entitled&lt;br /&gt;as much as they'd like to wangle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give a man poison, he will die.&lt;br /&gt;Yet, in that, another nectar finds.&lt;br /&gt;No two people are the same.&lt;br /&gt;Prescriptions for poison change.&lt;br /&gt;As does the expert's adage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Human interests are like stocks.&lt;br /&gt;Must name benefits of the game.&lt;br /&gt;Mere worksheets aren't enough.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting expectations, unrewarded.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the value fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once you've hit rock bottom,&lt;br /&gt;no reason seems good enough.&lt;br /&gt;Gone down with a fight.&lt;br /&gt;dis-invested, now move on.&lt;br /&gt;Other alternatives beckon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-5091883557274659453?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/5091883557274659453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/06/dis-investment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5091883557274659453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5091883557274659453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/06/dis-investment.html' title='Dis-Investment'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6114855226530344486</id><published>2010-04-30T10:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:50:34.156+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Moonlit nights</title><content type='html'>No rings to be heard,&lt;br /&gt;nor a light undeserved,&lt;br /&gt;when darkness falls,&lt;br /&gt;she sets much straight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty full moons on&lt;br /&gt;sultry summer nights.&lt;br /&gt;Starry companions&lt;br /&gt;shine with all might.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beams that brighten,&lt;br /&gt;Corners once forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Not a word maybe whispered,&lt;br /&gt;Never know what's interrupted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeweled skies gently hang,&lt;br /&gt;as the earth rises to greet her,&lt;br /&gt;O lady in the sky, round and fair,&lt;br /&gt;Do stay a while and greet us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6114855226530344486?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6114855226530344486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/04/moonlit-nights.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6114855226530344486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6114855226530344486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/04/moonlit-nights.html' title='Moonlit nights'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4611818600938877517</id><published>2010-04-15T13:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-15T13:19:18.449+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The love potion</title><content type='html'>Holding back yet reeling&lt;br /&gt;A sleepy, sleepy feeling&lt;br /&gt;High on dreaming&lt;br /&gt;The power of believing&lt;br /&gt;Dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;And oh so well&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a glance&lt;br /&gt;A telling sigh&lt;br /&gt;Warm and misty&lt;br /&gt;Delightful reverie&lt;br /&gt;Lost in thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Of when and why&lt;br /&gt;Might the clock never tick&lt;br /&gt;But the breeze gently blow&lt;br /&gt;Might the hours never move&lt;br /&gt;But time grow more.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly absolving&lt;br /&gt;Like a drop in an ocean&lt;br /&gt;Not falling, but rising&lt;br /&gt;The love potion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4611818600938877517?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4611818600938877517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-potion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4611818600938877517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4611818600938877517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-potion.html' title='The love potion'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-5801835103283862780</id><published>2010-03-05T12:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-05T12:41:15.909+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Real Dreams</title><content type='html'>Gently floating in a land of dreams&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes no reality’s to be seen&lt;br /&gt;Wake me not yet, let me believe&lt;br /&gt;In soft-spoken people and tenderness&lt;br /&gt;From its pedestals, loftiness alights&lt;br /&gt;Mingling as one with our souls&lt;br /&gt;Softly we rise, signaling a soar&lt;br /&gt;Watch the seagulls and turtle doves&lt;br /&gt;Perfect skies shine down on us&lt;br /&gt;As calm tree tops brush by&lt;br /&gt;Gathering flowers, ravishing splendour&lt;br /&gt;Fragrance tempts the skin&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and soothing&lt;br /&gt;A touch can be moving&lt;br /&gt;When you’re all I have within&lt;br /&gt;My outer shell stands for that&lt;br /&gt;A shield against the bad&lt;br /&gt;The rest’s now your core&lt;br /&gt;I can see us grow&lt;br /&gt;Together mostly, at times not so&lt;br /&gt;Awakening to real dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-5801835103283862780?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/5801835103283862780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-dreams.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5801835103283862780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5801835103283862780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/03/real-dreams.html' title='Real Dreams'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3854298481190358772</id><published>2010-03-05T10:51:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-01T17:11:19.709+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Two Penny Person</title><content type='html'>Just another two penny person,&lt;br /&gt;Smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;Brain on the wane.&lt;br /&gt;It’s easy to watch flowers wilt&lt;br /&gt;No-one cares, they become silt.&lt;br /&gt;That’s all that’s meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Of genius and creativity.&lt;br /&gt;Bottled wrong, presented worse&lt;br /&gt;A mire of deep recesses lurk.&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit, at a desk pondering&lt;br /&gt;What will happen to our lady dangling&lt;br /&gt;By the edge of her patience,&lt;br /&gt;[and it’s a long thread]&lt;br /&gt;At the corner of her seat&lt;br /&gt;No longer afraid of the darkness.&lt;br /&gt;If she leaps, and I dare say she will,&lt;br /&gt;What black hole she’s falling through&lt;br /&gt;Any dark sea of cushions to huff onto?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3854298481190358772?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3854298481190358772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/03/deep-and-dark-but-not-delicious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3854298481190358772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3854298481190358772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/03/deep-and-dark-but-not-delicious.html' title='Two Penny Person'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3565947290823400341</id><published>2010-02-10T22:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-11T10:23:58.706+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Paper heaven</title><content type='html'>Was it just yesterday?&lt;br /&gt;A 48 hour Sunday…&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;but gaze out to the yonder.&lt;br /&gt;Just you, just me,&lt;br /&gt;a few books, mugs of tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A layered parody,&lt;br /&gt;shameless display of luxury,&lt;br /&gt;pulses rage as pages pace.&lt;br /&gt;Paper cuts drown in ice&lt;br /&gt;while minds are fictitiously drenched&lt;br /&gt;reams of imaginations magnificent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good day it was,&lt;br /&gt;that 48 hour Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;Raining sheets&lt;br /&gt;melt on the window pane.&lt;br /&gt;Cushy seats, mugs of tea&lt;br /&gt;and pages and pages of heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3565947290823400341?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3565947290823400341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/02/paper-heaven.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3565947290823400341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3565947290823400341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/02/paper-heaven.html' title='Paper heaven'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6884387736229011610</id><published>2010-02-03T15:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-03T18:32:40.982+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The pause.</title><content type='html'>can't find my sunshine,&lt;br /&gt;drowned in sweeping rain!&lt;br /&gt;what joy to talk of,&lt;br /&gt;when simplicity is a cloy?&lt;br /&gt;smoothly nursing&lt;br /&gt;old, open wounds.&lt;br /&gt;a smile one morning,&lt;br /&gt;ragged by evening.&lt;br /&gt;happy thoughts&lt;br /&gt;complicate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;deeply, deathly, dark&lt;br /&gt;in your absence,&lt;br /&gt;my muse and witness&lt;br /&gt;lives a strange silence.&lt;br /&gt;a fallen stance enlivens&lt;br /&gt;every beat as it begins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6884387736229011610?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6884387736229011610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/02/pause.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6884387736229011610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6884387736229011610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/02/pause.html' title='The pause.'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-7117897602771638860</id><published>2010-02-02T15:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-02T15:15:43.929+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It could be...</title><content type='html'>A smile,&lt;br /&gt;a pretty dimpled smile&lt;br /&gt;My memories&lt;br /&gt;are held up high.&lt;br /&gt;Gently prancing,&lt;br /&gt;sensations unanswered.&lt;br /&gt;Riding high,&lt;br /&gt;a rainbowed sky.&lt;br /&gt;Many horizons&lt;br /&gt;through blinded eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrows unfold&lt;br /&gt;As we hold our breath.&lt;br /&gt;Gripped so tight,&lt;br /&gt;yet gently we lie&lt;br /&gt;in this bower of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;hoping it could be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-7117897602771638860?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/7117897602771638860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-could-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7117897602771638860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7117897602771638860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2010/02/it-could-be.html' title='It could be...'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6985812980529622268</id><published>2009-12-10T12:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-10T12:49:07.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Separation</title><content type='html'>How can I go in peace?&lt;br /&gt;Although my place is here&lt;br /&gt;Yet away we must be.&lt;br /&gt;Perfection to such a degree&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that it’s meant to be&lt;br /&gt;Fitting together yet falling apart&lt;br /&gt;Attempting lightness of diverged paths&lt;br /&gt;The right way to rest our heads&lt;br /&gt;A secret found, another kept.&lt;br /&gt;Gently accepting the growing pain&lt;br /&gt;Nudging apart to no obvious gain&lt;br /&gt;Cold hearted, calculated steps&lt;br /&gt;Boldly taken, lashing our chests.&lt;br /&gt;Watching you plain as day&lt;br /&gt;tomfoolery, making hay&lt;br /&gt;Something snapped, then it changed&lt;br /&gt;I go in peace&lt;br /&gt;For away we must be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6985812980529622268?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6985812980529622268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/12/separation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6985812980529622268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6985812980529622268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/12/separation.html' title='Separation'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2754780523850227432</id><published>2009-12-07T23:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:01:43.323+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Wish</title><content type='html'>Want it&lt;br /&gt;Yet dread it&lt;br /&gt;What is,&lt;br /&gt;What could be&lt;br /&gt;And thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;A dream&lt;br /&gt;A sonnet&lt;br /&gt;A disaster.&lt;br /&gt;Charms entice&lt;br /&gt;When laughter lies&lt;br /&gt;Wish it is so&lt;br /&gt;Nay.&lt;br /&gt;A wish can betray.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2754780523850227432?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2754780523850227432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2754780523850227432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2754780523850227432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/12/wish.html' title='Wish'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4469482962295895055</id><published>2009-12-07T23:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-07T23:08:58.172+05:30</updated><title type='text'>several, untitled</title><content type='html'>A difficult task you have handed down,&lt;br /&gt;to forget and perhaps forgive.&lt;br /&gt;Have you realized yet, &lt;br /&gt;how similar you are&lt;br /&gt;to the air I breathe,&lt;br /&gt;ground ‘neath my feet,&lt;br /&gt;the skin I wear and live in.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ask me favours,&lt;br /&gt;I can’t give answers complete&lt;br /&gt;Without you, I find so much&lt;br /&gt;deary, dead and unfinished.&lt;br /&gt;Is there much more to this world?&lt;br /&gt;I knew only you from start to fini.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Let me dream for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Let me believe you’re only mine,&lt;br /&gt;What’s the harm in dreaming?&lt;br /&gt;I know reality bites&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Afraid to love again&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart’s pieces&lt;br /&gt;They’re hard to find.&lt;br /&gt;Irreplaceable, one of a kind.&lt;br /&gt;Gently we fell in place&lt;br /&gt;Easily giving, selfless grace.&lt;br /&gt;Mind does emotion betray.&lt;br /&gt;Hapless fury hath no face&lt;br /&gt;Twice pulverized,&lt;br /&gt;you’ve left in haste.&lt;br /&gt;Learn  to tame,&lt;br /&gt;Not your taste,&lt;br /&gt;Wild horses are not your game.&lt;br /&gt;Another man may another day&lt;br /&gt;Flag this stallion&lt;br /&gt;Bring her to bay.&lt;br /&gt;Twice tried&lt;br /&gt;Thrice denied.&lt;br /&gt;Is it yes you’re afraid to say?&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;How to break a heart in 30 seconds&lt;br /&gt;Walk away when she’s bleeding&lt;br /&gt;Tease her when she’s pleading&lt;br /&gt;Writhing in pain,&lt;br /&gt;She watches in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Tenderness once knew this place&lt;br /&gt;Gave it respite, gave it grace.&lt;br /&gt;An open wound brings no joy&lt;br /&gt;A broken heart is but, a cloy.&lt;br /&gt;At a  woman’s heart, I pray,&lt;br /&gt;Do not, like a donkey, bray&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;I am her I was not before,&lt;br /&gt;Will be she who I am not now.&lt;br /&gt;What was, to begin,&lt;br /&gt;What will be, at end,&lt;br /&gt;Is more myself&lt;br /&gt;Than any journal lends.&lt;br /&gt;Mother, daughter, girl, friend.&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;The mind reasons,&lt;br /&gt;The heart will not placate.&lt;br /&gt;An internal battle wages forth&lt;br /&gt;An emotional storm wrecks havoc&lt;br /&gt;Never far from hysterics&lt;br /&gt;Nor from laughter insane.&lt;br /&gt;Sanity’s certainly not,&lt;br /&gt;In this blind game&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;Everybody makes mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;As did I, fell for you.&lt;br /&gt;The joke’s on me,&lt;br /&gt;Always a goof.&lt;br /&gt;Neither rightful hour nor nun&lt;br /&gt;Can stop me burning&lt;br /&gt;under this sun.&lt;br /&gt;Sin’s a sin,&lt;br /&gt;tho otherwise written.&lt;br /&gt;Forgive and forgiven&lt;br /&gt;Wounded pores still linger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4469482962295895055?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4469482962295895055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/12/several-untitled.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4469482962295895055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4469482962295895055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/12/several-untitled.html' title='several, untitled'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4430537939970594048</id><published>2009-12-07T21:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-07T21:51:12.467+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Witching hour</title><content type='html'>Pink night skies&lt;br /&gt;A chilly winter’s night&lt;br /&gt;Not a lonely moment&lt;br /&gt;Never a dark veil&lt;br /&gt;Day dreams and reality&lt;br /&gt;Parallelly coincide&lt;br /&gt;Nay, a magical time&lt;br /&gt;‘neath this I lie&lt;br /&gt;Watching it all go by&lt;br /&gt;Trance and reverie&lt;br /&gt;My state belie&lt;br /&gt;A squirrel snores&lt;br /&gt;When crows come to blows&lt;br /&gt;This mysterious muted hour&lt;br /&gt;Here not blooms a flower&lt;br /&gt;But wilder than I believe&lt;br /&gt;Ravens with night vision&lt;br /&gt;Leaves that spooky-speak&lt;br /&gt;A time for bewitching&lt;br /&gt;A time for believing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4430537939970594048?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4430537939970594048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/12/witching-hour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4430537939970594048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4430537939970594048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/12/witching-hour.html' title='Witching hour'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-1661007040553962101</id><published>2009-11-25T13:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-25T13:14:40.645+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Meandering Self</title><content type='html'>Can’t find what I’m looking for&lt;br /&gt;don’t understand all heard&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it’s a rogue mistake,&lt;br /&gt;maybe it’ll happen again.&lt;br /&gt;Oft than not words merge&lt;br /&gt;even though the utterers do not.&lt;br /&gt;In a herd, pushing through&lt;br /&gt;trying to find the real you.&lt;br /&gt;Masks, costumes, shades and more&lt;br /&gt;covering the surface, engulfing the core.&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine trapped in long before,&lt;br /&gt;‘neath this disguise, offers relief sore.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams mayn’t reality be,&lt;br /&gt;reality mayn’t be pretty.&lt;br /&gt;All that counts,&lt;br /&gt;when, to that, we get down,&lt;br /&gt;is if it keeps you happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-1661007040553962101?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/1661007040553962101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/11/meandering-self.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1661007040553962101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1661007040553962101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/11/meandering-self.html' title='Meandering Self'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6544086518781454198</id><published>2009-11-02T09:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-02T09:53:56.885+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For a birthday!</title><content type='html'>Oft found in the midst of a crowd,&lt;br /&gt;you are a stand-alone fish market&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you go,&lt;br /&gt;you’ve always played the Pied Piper.&lt;br /&gt;No one know how many many&lt;br /&gt;people have danced to your notes&lt;br /&gt;or traced your winding path.&lt;br /&gt;You play on oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;For you are the one and only M!&lt;br /&gt;Fish market, pied piper and friend in faith.&lt;br /&gt;Have a super awesome double birthday&lt;br /&gt;on the 13th and 14th of May! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;written for a colleague's birthday&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6544086518781454198?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6544086518781454198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6544086518781454198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6544086518781454198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/11/for-birthday.html' title='For a birthday!'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2164857012656813246</id><published>2009-10-30T23:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T23:50:45.093+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Unflappable</title><content type='html'>It’s like insight&lt;br /&gt;from the other side.&lt;br /&gt;Watch the wheels turning&lt;br /&gt;crushing out my song.&lt;br /&gt;Can only look on,&lt;br /&gt;as it all goes wrong.&lt;br /&gt;Though casually mentioned &lt;br /&gt;it’s never ignored.&lt;br /&gt;Each syllable uttered&lt;br /&gt;has the power of form.&lt;br /&gt;A meticulous sand castle,&lt;br /&gt;stomped out by the rain.&lt;br /&gt;There is certainly a better way!&lt;br /&gt;To carve in stone,&lt;br /&gt;to forever relay&lt;br /&gt;my goals, my ideals&lt;br /&gt;and never give way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2164857012656813246?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2164857012656813246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/unflappable.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2164857012656813246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2164857012656813246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/unflappable.html' title='Unflappable'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2970385177826209501</id><published>2009-10-25T23:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:18:59.420+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Associate</title><content type='html'>Never one to remember dates,&lt;br /&gt;Around you I see that change.&lt;br /&gt;From tom-boy to girl-woman,&lt;br /&gt;For you, I pause, rewind and change a bit.&lt;br /&gt;Grown to be the girl I’ve never been.&lt;br /&gt;Learning to love the homely gleam,&lt;br /&gt;You make me cook,&lt;br /&gt;You make me brave,&lt;br /&gt;Be all that a man craves.&lt;br /&gt;How do I understand you?&lt;br /&gt;As simple as it seems,&lt;br /&gt;Am I complete without your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Where I throw a withering stare,&lt;br /&gt;There I feel you heart’s sad glare.&lt;br /&gt;Each time you bide your while&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the return of tide&lt;br /&gt;From breadwinner to making the same,&lt;br /&gt;For you, complete the entire range.&lt;br /&gt;Not just your wife,&lt;br /&gt;Certainly not your slave.&lt;br /&gt;But your mistress, lover, everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2970385177826209501?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2970385177826209501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/associate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2970385177826209501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2970385177826209501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/associate.html' title='The Associate'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-7012884724174190119</id><published>2009-10-24T10:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:30:14.372+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Progeny</title><content type='html'>‘You’ll never understand’, said he,&lt;br /&gt;‘It’s beyond your capacity.’&lt;br /&gt;Wonder if he’s ever tried&lt;br /&gt;seeing the world from my side.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know pain as would he;&lt;br /&gt;probably have more than he sees.&lt;br /&gt;Running like clockwork,&lt;br /&gt;I have a system clean.&lt;br /&gt;Any sign of trouble,&lt;br /&gt;it gives me a scream.&lt;br /&gt;All left high and dry:&lt;br /&gt;a tiny prick on his side.&lt;br /&gt;Acid, on my skin streams,&lt;br /&gt;my world in smithereens,&lt;br /&gt;till the last moment,&lt;br /&gt;I reserve my breath,&lt;br /&gt;holding out for you;&lt;br /&gt;that you mayn’t tread&lt;br /&gt;on your own dreams and sweat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-7012884724174190119?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/7012884724174190119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/progeny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7012884724174190119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7012884724174190119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/progeny.html' title='Progeny'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4653708466874865285</id><published>2009-10-21T10:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-21T10:04:37.841+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Forever Gardens</title><content type='html'>She grows hearts in her garden,&lt;br /&gt;a dozen a bunch, a sneeze and pardoned.&lt;br /&gt;She grows hearts in her garden,&lt;br /&gt;can’t be allergic there ain’t no pollen.&lt;br /&gt;She grows hearts in her garden,&lt;br /&gt;to gift at every parting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So she says, “There isn’t an end,&lt;br /&gt;these hearts, they keep coming.&lt;br /&gt;As along as I live,&lt;br /&gt;s’long I love,&lt;br /&gt;and my heart’s always expanding.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, she gone now,&lt;br /&gt;a physical presence no more.&lt;br /&gt;Yet her hearts live on,&lt;br /&gt;spread all over,&lt;br /&gt;releasing little love showers&lt;br /&gt;each day, each hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4653708466874865285?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4653708466874865285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/forever-gardens.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4653708466874865285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4653708466874865285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/forever-gardens.html' title='Forever Gardens'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3797639059749318075</id><published>2009-10-16T23:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:15:41.645+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Looking, forging ahead</title><content type='html'>When did you let go?&lt;br /&gt;I hadn’t noticed until I wasn’t sure.&lt;br /&gt;Thought there was some backing,&lt;br /&gt;a cushion I could fall back on.&lt;br /&gt;Too late I realized I was&lt;br /&gt;relying on memories, past ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why am I still waiting?&lt;br /&gt;All along you were amiss.&lt;br /&gt;The first time I learnt&lt;br /&gt;how to embrace this dearth;&lt;br /&gt;understanding emotion again&lt;br /&gt;in this light I shed, my own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did I turn my back to the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Lingering in your shadow, now the light hurts.&lt;br /&gt;Soon I know I must face it,&lt;br /&gt;the light; the knowledge that comes with it.&lt;br /&gt;Not a hand to hold, nor shoulder support&lt;br /&gt;know I can, I will, forge ahead without you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3797639059749318075?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3797639059749318075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-forging-ahead.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3797639059749318075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3797639059749318075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/looking-forging-ahead.html' title='Looking, forging ahead'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4538125641128644675</id><published>2009-10-10T21:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-10T21:21:03.491+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The city's nightly make-over</title><content type='html'>Friday’s new movie&lt;br /&gt;Shows its colours by night&lt;br /&gt;In the wee hours of the day,&lt;br /&gt;The city’s a working sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men on lamp-posts&lt;br /&gt;Men on scaffolds&lt;br /&gt;Men on tip-toes&lt;br /&gt;working, all night long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tar a-boiling, gravel gnashing,&lt;br /&gt;The roar of a power drill.&lt;br /&gt;Deep channels are made&lt;br /&gt;The earth’s surface, above and within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New roads are laid,&lt;br /&gt;Old posters are slain.&lt;br /&gt;Where there were faucets,&lt;br /&gt;There are now parades.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Terrace party throwers&lt;br /&gt;To beach-side dwellers&lt;br /&gt;Can only sigh and watch&lt;br /&gt;As the civic tide turns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit by bit, as the world awakes&lt;br /&gt;Something has gone, something remains.&lt;br /&gt;By night, the city rustles up&lt;br /&gt;a spanking new facade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4538125641128644675?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4538125641128644675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/citys-nightly-make-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4538125641128644675'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grey monkeys &amp; white elephants&lt;br /&gt;blue dogs and green cats,&lt;br /&gt;twisty poodles and long-tailed rats,&lt;br /&gt;bumping along, up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch her as she claps in glee!&lt;br /&gt;Letting go each one so slowly.&lt;br /&gt;Gently they float, in to the blue,&lt;br /&gt;finding a place in her heaven so new.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-7903348956048810855?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/7903348956048810855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/balloons.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7903348956048810855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7903348956048810855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/balloons.html' title='Balloons'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6985208051131233162</id><published>2009-10-07T22:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-24T10:19:32.571+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The fall-out</title><content type='html'>Faraway upon a dream&lt;br /&gt;With wings sprouted&lt;br /&gt;Showing only the cream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A swishing sound&lt;br /&gt;A drop to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Nothing left to reclaim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunny meadows and frayed leaves,&lt;br /&gt;animals that toil in the shade ‘neath.&lt;br /&gt;In their midst, a life sprang.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joyous, abundant, only pure,&lt;br /&gt;this child was raised from noble loam,&lt;br /&gt;the scent of the earth, of the assured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She knows not dreams nor the sour.&lt;br /&gt;She knows not the gut of furore &lt;br /&gt;Readying to set foot into the unknown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you come, now you shake,&lt;br /&gt;To try and conquer&lt;br /&gt;That which you mislaid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my lair, you hath set foot&lt;br /&gt;In my heart, you trembled and shook&lt;br /&gt;Thrown out again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come not ye hence and again&lt;br /&gt;For such conduct, hath here no residence&lt;br /&gt;No space without or within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6985208051131233162?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6985208051131233162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6985208051131233162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6985208051131233162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/fall-out.html' title='The fall-out'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3872339241588093670</id><published>2009-10-06T11:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:47:48.539+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A day in the life.</title><content type='html'>In the early morning,&lt;br /&gt;though there's much else to do&lt;br /&gt;put my head on my hands&lt;br /&gt;and think about you&lt;br /&gt;Sweetly spurious,&lt;br /&gt;you’ve made my heart goo.&lt;br /&gt;Like a cavity, you’ve dug&lt;br /&gt;all the way through.&lt;br /&gt;Sunny afternoons show their teeth;&lt;br /&gt;despite the intense ardor,&lt;br /&gt;in you, I find shelter&lt;br /&gt;Low in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;the sun shows her side shy.&lt;br /&gt;The evening gets so deary,&lt;br /&gt;I haven’t you for company.&lt;br /&gt;Sun has dipped, the moon is on&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind a night long.&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your arms around me&lt;br /&gt;For a moment, in love, let us sigh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3872339241588093670?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3872339241588093670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-in-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3872339241588093670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3872339241588093670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/day-in-life.html' title='A day in the life.'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6183245677714066292</id><published>2009-10-06T11:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-06T11:48:45.831+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of wishes...</title><content type='html'>Wish upon a falling star,&lt;br /&gt;Wish upon an eyelash&lt;br /&gt;Wish upon a mail van&lt;br /&gt;Wish upon some fly ash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish upon a heady wish&lt;br /&gt;Wish upon each wish&lt;br /&gt;Wish that dreams reality met&lt;br /&gt;Wish each morning, a brighter sun begets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A wish so starry&lt;br /&gt;A wish so high&lt;br /&gt;Were this wish fulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;We'd live a different life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6183245677714066292?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6183245677714066292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-wishes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6183245677714066292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6183245677714066292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/10/of-wishes.html' title='Of wishes...'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-1851480245290457004</id><published>2009-09-30T09:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-30T09:48:03.194+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Skeptic</title><content type='html'>Only a decoration for the passage time&lt;br /&gt;adorning those filthy walls of brine.&lt;br /&gt;Beaten hollow, what’s black and blue&lt;br /&gt;where a soul hath now departed.&lt;br /&gt;In a murky depths of night,&lt;br /&gt;when nothing is ever right,&lt;br /&gt;no morning light can shine through.&lt;br /&gt;A scarred face is nothing to this heart&lt;br /&gt;Torn and mauled severely apart.&lt;br /&gt;Too many times bartered,&lt;br /&gt;a love one should not have started.&lt;br /&gt;Trustingly given for nought,&lt;br /&gt;believing “Till death do us apart.”&lt;br /&gt;Unforeseen, a consequence,&lt;br /&gt;shredding the ties that bind us&lt;br /&gt;watching Joy take her course&lt;br /&gt;your face to happy from morose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-1851480245290457004?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/1851480245290457004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/skeptic.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1851480245290457004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1851480245290457004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/skeptic.html' title='Skeptic'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4467945886650267761</id><published>2009-09-28T22:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-28T22:48:56.863+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ingrained</title><content type='html'>It’s a thing of beauty&lt;br /&gt;an absolute kill-joy,&lt;br /&gt;the way I can miss we;&lt;br /&gt;my fingers in your palm,&lt;br /&gt;forehead at your chin,&lt;br /&gt;intertwined, comfortably nestling,&lt;br /&gt;there’s a li’l something we’re growing.&lt;br /&gt;Early morning stretch routines&lt;br /&gt;to moonlight dance dreams;&lt;br /&gt;at each step, foretold, we meet&lt;br /&gt;absorbing, melting, observing&lt;br /&gt;as one surge, another greets.&lt;br /&gt;Never stopping, everlasting&lt;br /&gt;In a single heart beat,&lt;br /&gt;a lifetime’s worth of living.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4467945886650267761?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4467945886650267761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/ingrained.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4467945886650267761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4467945886650267761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/ingrained.html' title='Ingrained'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2377732462506667434</id><published>2009-09-23T21:39:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-23T21:50:08.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of yore</title><content type='html'>Come away with me&lt;br /&gt;to world without keys,&lt;br /&gt;where door have no locks&lt;br /&gt;through windows, only breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Sky above, earth at knee,&lt;br /&gt;deep feelings of familiarity.&lt;br /&gt;A knell doth ring&lt;br /&gt;Thrice it sings&lt;br /&gt;Each peal a name tolls.&lt;br /&gt;Once bitten, twice shy&lt;br /&gt;yet this feeling never lies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2377732462506667434?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2377732462506667434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-yore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2377732462506667434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2377732462506667434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/of-yore.html' title='Of yore'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2747030133860812844</id><published>2009-09-21T23:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T23:45:06.339+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The block</title><content type='html'>The mind waits as my heart blurs&lt;br /&gt;A strange sort of writer’s block,&lt;br /&gt;a different time and turn&lt;br /&gt;Up, over the brim and cascading&lt;br /&gt;yet there ain’t a word to sing.&lt;br /&gt;An almost impalpable calm,&lt;br /&gt;the same as that before a storm.&lt;br /&gt;Draw me nigh and lay me low,&lt;br /&gt;neither word nor will are my own.&lt;br /&gt;As does a state of trance&lt;br /&gt;my mind, you adorn.&lt;br /&gt;Every nook, crevice, floating thought&lt;br /&gt;You claim and readily embellish.&lt;br /&gt;Logically illogical processes&lt;br /&gt;This block likens a caress.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2747030133860812844?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2747030133860812844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/block.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2747030133860812844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2747030133860812844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/block.html' title='The block'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6281854086788394885</id><published>2009-09-21T18:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T19:13:10.806+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In the end</title><content type='html'>Nothing extraordinary about this love of ours.&lt;br /&gt;Together we’ve chosen to whittle away the hours.&lt;br /&gt;Hours, days, months and years&lt;br /&gt;in the company of each other,&lt;br /&gt;soon they’ve disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;Yet there’s a constant, unchanging force&lt;br /&gt;binding us together, bringing us close;&lt;br /&gt;when torn apart, we fit like gloves.&lt;br /&gt;The whole may not be smooth,&lt;br /&gt;the parts mayn’t add up,&lt;br /&gt;yet the core remains constant,&lt;br /&gt;in a way, we’ll never change.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6281854086788394885?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6281854086788394885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6281854086788394885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6281854086788394885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-end.html' title='In the end'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3697627654389276006</id><published>2009-09-21T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:55:31.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Raw</title><content type='html'>Over the seas and mountains so high,&lt;br /&gt;faces, fresh, they blatantly bare,&lt;br /&gt;your features in each stare.&lt;br /&gt;“Come home.”, you say,&lt;br /&gt;peering through those large eyes,&lt;br /&gt;“T’is not a time for questions,&lt;br /&gt;but one for answers”.&lt;br /&gt;Distance, eras and silences,&lt;br /&gt;betwixt us they all lie.&lt;br /&gt;Such is the bond forged,&lt;br /&gt;even through these we sigh,&lt;br /&gt;pondering,wondering why.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3697627654389276006?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3697627654389276006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/raw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3697627654389276006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3697627654389276006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/raw.html' title='Raw'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2757763510830401239</id><published>2009-09-21T18:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-21T18:43:20.146+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Discounted</title><content type='html'>You know how it hurts&lt;br /&gt;a deliberate shaft&lt;br /&gt;thrust down my throat.&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring, shoving, throwing away,&lt;br /&gt;mountains of affection&lt;br /&gt;like dirt, swept away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning to the end&lt;br /&gt;Like you, none could my heart rend.&lt;br /&gt;A deity, a god on a pedestal,&lt;br /&gt;of adulation, you were never shy.&lt;br /&gt;Cutting any corner to lie,&lt;br /&gt;showing me how love ought to die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up, over and brimming,&lt;br /&gt;thoughts of you leave me seething.&lt;br /&gt;Like wind in my teeth, you chatter,&lt;br /&gt;as you speak, the image shatters.&lt;br /&gt;No longer the lord of my podium;&lt;br /&gt;Returned to naught and natter.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2757763510830401239?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2757763510830401239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/discounted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2757763510830401239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2757763510830401239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/discounted.html' title='Discounted'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-823313525156240215</id><published>2009-09-05T10:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:09:22.867+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Parting</title><content type='html'>On my heart strings, you play,&lt;br /&gt;tripping, falling and breaking away.&lt;br /&gt;Be gentle, be tender.&lt;br /&gt;You know me like no other.&lt;br /&gt;Like tigress in a storm,&lt;br /&gt;this big cat’s going down.&lt;br /&gt;Smitten, touched, heart wrenched,&lt;br /&gt;a bloodied trophy on your prized shelf.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t shake me so,&lt;br /&gt;nor let me go.&lt;br /&gt;Give me just a little time at hand&lt;br /&gt;Soon I’ll leave you to your sand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-823313525156240215?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/823313525156240215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/parting.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/823313525156240215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/823313525156240215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/parting.html' title='Parting'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3832840302703873130</id><published>2009-09-05T09:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T09:56:05.886+05:30</updated><title type='text'>4 liner</title><content type='html'>Life taught us, love recklessly&lt;br /&gt;Then we learnt to live cautiously.&lt;br /&gt;The wise, they say, glean from mistakes of others?&lt;br /&gt;When did mistakes make a good teacher?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3832840302703873130?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3832840302703873130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-liner.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3832840302703873130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3832840302703873130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-liner.html' title='4 liner'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-8808878340806948927</id><published>2009-09-05T09:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-05T10:11:41.177+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Future, Tense</title><content type='html'>Be my one night-stand&lt;br /&gt;Be my ever-lasting love&lt;br /&gt;Be the sunshine, the rain,&lt;br /&gt;the very roads and the sky above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consider yourself blessed&lt;br /&gt;as would neither rose nor thorn.&lt;br /&gt;Complete me in manner so awakened&lt;br /&gt;Life’s threads never be torn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to converge?&lt;br /&gt;To be as one, to merge?&lt;br /&gt;How will I know, whom do I trust&lt;br /&gt;and build my world, as I must?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-8808878340806948927?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/8808878340806948927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/future-tense.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8808878340806948927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8808878340806948927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/future-tense.html' title='Future, Tense'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-8716489415012933550</id><published>2009-09-01T22:34:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:54:54.516+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Smitten</title><content type='html'>Can’t judge the value of a stolen kiss&lt;br /&gt;Nor measure the apprehension in love's bliss.&lt;br /&gt;What joy hath the hour bring?&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and succour, random rancour.&lt;br /&gt;Learn to love, then over-do it&lt;br /&gt;step in slush and out-run it.&lt;br /&gt;Piles of memories in liars of stars&lt;br /&gt;Idyllic sunsets on strands of hair&lt;br /&gt;Guitar strings and beach parties&lt;br /&gt;Everyone’s a special somebody.&lt;br /&gt;Have your eyes found a reasonable match?&lt;br /&gt;The same glazed look, that rude stare?&lt;br /&gt;Only yours can peer deep in those,&lt;br /&gt;where others see nothing but ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;A glint of brown brings emotions alive,&lt;br /&gt;the sun's rays betray the dark side.&lt;br /&gt;Who ever knew how it could occur?&lt;br /&gt;How two souls come to learn 'forever'&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-8716489415012933550?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/8716489415012933550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/smitten.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8716489415012933550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8716489415012933550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/09/smitten.html' title='Smitten'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6537192350255167104</id><published>2009-08-30T22:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-01T15:46:06.635+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Germs</title><content type='html'>Some seeds of thought should not be sown.&lt;br /&gt;The consequences they reap can't be ignored.&lt;br /&gt;mind-altering, stiffening, sparking fights&lt;br /&gt;these thoughts, they are but human plight.&lt;br /&gt;squish them, squash them, killed at seed,&lt;br /&gt;if one has, in your mind loomed,&lt;br /&gt;be kind enough not to spread the germ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6537192350255167104?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6537192350255167104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/germs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6537192350255167104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6537192350255167104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/germs.html' title='Germs'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3119716546533425621</id><published>2009-08-30T21:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T22:30:10.459+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams</title><content type='html'>We all have our share of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;the colossal and the unreal.&lt;br /&gt;Fed, watered and well-kept&lt;br /&gt;yet some, maturity, never get.&lt;br /&gt;A dream is but a willful wish&lt;br /&gt;Until ridden over reality’s streams.&lt;br /&gt;Neither horse nor rider can see ahead,&lt;br /&gt;only odds gleaned from pasts tread.&lt;br /&gt;Such colossal threads we weave,&lt;br /&gt;never checking nor stopping to think.&lt;br /&gt;As life tapestry evolves, so do we.&lt;br /&gt;Fighting breakage and old age&lt;br /&gt;trudging on, making space.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how we wish it be,&lt;br /&gt;for a moment, fulfilled we will never be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3119716546533425621?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3119716546533425621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3119716546533425621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3119716546533425621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams.html' title='Dreams'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-7922792786618581495</id><published>2009-08-25T17:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-25T17:29:24.797+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dance!</title><content type='html'>Got my feet tapping,&lt;br /&gt;singing a song from my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Wash away my sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;cleanse every pore.&lt;br /&gt;Rhythm takes over reason,&lt;br /&gt;other emotions are quieted.&lt;br /&gt;From the depths within&lt;br /&gt;arises a sound so pure&lt;br /&gt;it can chill to the very bone&lt;br /&gt;A gush of endorphins,&lt;br /&gt;A rush of adrenaline&lt;br /&gt;Break out in happiness and more!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-7922792786618581495?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/7922792786618581495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7922792786618581495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7922792786618581495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/dance.html' title='Dance!'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6826233700794820598</id><published>2009-08-23T11:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T11:18:28.898+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dreams we see with ungrown eyes</title><content type='html'>Fresh to the world,&lt;br /&gt;Looking about with glee&lt;br /&gt;There's a charm in the air,&lt;br /&gt;A glow everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;To peeled, expectant stares&lt;br /&gt;the world sells her wares&lt;br /&gt;Each corner holds opportunity&lt;br /&gt;every heart, a heart of gold.&lt;br /&gt;On first impressions we live,&lt;br /&gt;on first impressions, we're sold.&lt;br /&gt;Living a life that glides&lt;br /&gt;One and all on our side.&lt;br /&gt;We'll change the world,&lt;br /&gt;we'll show you yet!&lt;br /&gt;These dreams we see&lt;br /&gt;With ungrown eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6826233700794820598?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6826233700794820598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-we-see-with-ungrown-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6826233700794820598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6826233700794820598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/dreams-we-see-with-ungrown-eyes.html' title='Dreams we see with ungrown eyes'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-8316802149043778304</id><published>2009-08-19T22:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:17:40.685+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ice-cream</title><content type='html'>Melty, sugary and tender&lt;br /&gt;in your mouth, works wonders.&lt;br /&gt;Deliciously cold on a sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;pleasure to eat during winter’s stay.&lt;br /&gt;A pleasant tingly sensation&lt;br /&gt;gets you happy and jumping.&lt;br /&gt;The joy of sweet sweet nothings&lt;br /&gt;slowly going down your throat.&lt;br /&gt;Gently it unclenches the tightest fist&lt;br /&gt;Swimming through clamped veins&lt;br /&gt;Divulging it’s secrets in the process.&lt;br /&gt;A little ice cream goes a long way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-8316802149043778304?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/8316802149043778304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-cream.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8316802149043778304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8316802149043778304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/ice-cream.html' title='Ice-cream'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-5752514883855696925</id><published>2009-08-19T22:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T22:03:18.307+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Broken glass</title><content type='html'>The equations have changed,&lt;br /&gt;me and you, we’re not the same.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it would last longer,&lt;br /&gt;had we tried stronger;&lt;br /&gt;maybe to be, t’was meant never.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t really need you,&lt;br /&gt;I know you don’t me,&lt;br /&gt;yet at togetherness, we attempt.&lt;br /&gt;Start in the hope of something special,&lt;br /&gt;treasure each word down to its serif.&lt;br /&gt;Conflicting thoughts knocking.&lt;br /&gt;Hush them out, show them the door,&lt;br /&gt;for a little while we were alone.&lt;br /&gt;Growing beyond that cooped space,&lt;br /&gt;standing up, straightening out.&lt;br /&gt;Everything looks a bit different now,&lt;br /&gt;now that I am not wearing my glasses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-5752514883855696925?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/5752514883855696925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken-glass.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5752514883855696925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5752514883855696925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/broken-glass.html' title='Broken glass'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-8405955168558770019</id><published>2009-08-19T11:41:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-19T11:45:35.754+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deficit demise</title><content type='html'>You said you need me,&lt;br /&gt;I can see you don’t.&lt;br /&gt;A week has gone by,&lt;br /&gt;you haven’t mourned.&lt;br /&gt;Loss, absence, bereavement.&lt;br /&gt;Grief for a ‘loved’ one gone.&lt;br /&gt;No sign of remorse,&lt;br /&gt;not a hint at fidelity,&lt;br /&gt;in the bat of an eyelid,&lt;br /&gt;all longings are quenched.&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't take long,&lt;br /&gt;shorter than this song,&lt;br /&gt;another hand in a jiffy,&lt;br /&gt;leashed to your web.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-8405955168558770019?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/8405955168558770019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/deficit-demise.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8405955168558770019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8405955168558770019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/deficit-demise.html' title='Deficit demise'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3973671542124939121</id><published>2009-08-15T12:55:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:55:41.630+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Listed</title><content type='html'>Another name on the list.&lt;br /&gt;One more heart amiss.&lt;br /&gt;Scathingly, to false sorrow you admit,&lt;br /&gt;for parting only brings new tomorrows.&lt;br /&gt;I can fathom not what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Is your mind the master of its will?&lt;br /&gt;Deeply besotted in your ways,&lt;br /&gt;saturation leaves me disheartened.&lt;br /&gt;Reveled in the idea of you,&lt;br /&gt;somewhere deeply imprinted inside,&lt;br /&gt;a scar that you may’nt identify;&lt;br /&gt;The only proof that you were here.&lt;br /&gt;Memories can be doctored,&lt;br /&gt;all evidences tampered,&lt;br /&gt;but this fail-safe method,&lt;br /&gt;the fit of your words to my own,&lt;br /&gt;Assails any shallow sense of victory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3973671542124939121?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3973671542124939121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/listed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3973671542124939121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3973671542124939121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/listed.html' title='Listed'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-604626620613513747</id><published>2009-08-15T12:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:39:37.234+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Timeless</title><content type='html'>Monday to Monday&lt;br /&gt;we keep our mum.&lt;br /&gt;Never saying a word,&lt;br /&gt;not breaching our trust.&lt;br /&gt;Where have we been,&lt;br /&gt;we will not wonder.&lt;br /&gt;Are we going any further?&lt;br /&gt;We’ve [our] hearts bartered.&lt;br /&gt;Poised and picturesque,&lt;br /&gt;A pretty sight we make.&lt;br /&gt;Sore eyes hunt us;&lt;br /&gt;painters portraits create,&lt;br /&gt;as we lay prostrate.&lt;br /&gt;We live on the way we died;&lt;br /&gt;You with your arrow,&lt;br /&gt;me with my song.&lt;br /&gt;Frozen in marble,&lt;br /&gt;Together, we belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-604626620613513747?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/604626620613513747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/timeless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/604626620613513747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/604626620613513747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/08/timeless.html' title='Timeless'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-1080253506577267096</id><published>2009-07-31T12:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-31T12:48:12.956+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Liberation</title><content type='html'>What is it like?&lt;br /&gt;To not know yourself?&lt;br /&gt;At each footstep you turn,&lt;br /&gt;“Who’s there?”, the question burns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little down the way,&lt;br /&gt;seeing things that aren’t there.&lt;br /&gt;Trying not to return&lt;br /&gt;all the stinging stares.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ambiguous flashes of a life&lt;br /&gt;Whose are they?&lt;br /&gt;Are they even your own?&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts perish at birth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world so lonesome.&lt;br /&gt;Being there is tiresome.&lt;br /&gt;Liberated from this burden.&lt;br /&gt;Another world, tainted as heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-1080253506577267096?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/1080253506577267096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/liberation.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1080253506577267096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1080253506577267096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/liberation.html' title='Liberation'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2868548499850301823</id><published>2009-07-29T14:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-29T14:51:14.583+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Inner voice</title><content type='html'>How I long to hear your voice,&lt;br /&gt;that simple tremor matching mine.&lt;br /&gt;A little discussion,&lt;br /&gt;lot of procrastination,&lt;br /&gt;a world of conversations to share.&lt;br /&gt;A simple dream,&lt;br /&gt;pedestal-ed in rich cream;&lt;br /&gt;See the world through new eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Mellifluous in depth,&lt;br /&gt;pulling at heart strings.&lt;br /&gt;They ache at memories that sing.&lt;br /&gt;Like a child in a cupboard,&lt;br /&gt;your voice is my scabbard,&lt;br /&gt;to it I, my life, bequeath.&lt;br /&gt;What’s done is gone,&lt;br /&gt;That’s not new or profound,&lt;br /&gt;yet, around you I’m wound.&lt;br /&gt;Call me again.&lt;br /&gt;I won’t falter or restrain,&lt;br /&gt;in your arms once more,&lt;br /&gt;I find myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2868548499850301823?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2868548499850301823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/inner-voice.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2868548499850301823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2868548499850301823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/inner-voice.html' title='Inner voice'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4705066756617426210</id><published>2009-07-26T18:55:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:14:40.196+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Pencil Box</title><content type='html'>“Welcome!”, said the pen&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome to our den.&lt;br /&gt;Mind your step,&lt;br /&gt;watch your head!&lt;br /&gt;We’ve a party going on,&lt;br /&gt;Invited one and all.&lt;br /&gt;Have you met Miss Lead?&lt;br /&gt;Sleek, black and pretty,&lt;br /&gt;wooden tresses a-plenty&lt;br /&gt;This is our Ruler.&lt;br /&gt;Indeed a royal and noble measure!&lt;br /&gt;Though Compass can guide you not,&lt;br /&gt;be certain he pin-points a lot!&lt;br /&gt;Eraser has the merriest life,&lt;br /&gt;Socializing with the covers.&lt;br /&gt;Sharpener’s a bit attention-shy.&lt;br /&gt;All he needs is a little time.&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough you’ll met his spiky wits.&lt;br /&gt;The Protractor’s on a trip of her own&lt;br /&gt;360 degrees, all alone!”&lt;br /&gt;“And,” said Miss Lead,&lt;br /&gt;You already know Ink Pen.&lt;br /&gt;Life of the party,&lt;br /&gt;Star of the show;&lt;br /&gt;The very ink in our veins”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4705066756617426210?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4705066756617426210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/pencil-box.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4705066756617426210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4705066756617426210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/pencil-box.html' title='The Pencil Box'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2426533580254669818</id><published>2009-07-25T17:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-25T17:42:16.866+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reminisence</title><content type='html'>Some days it’s all sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Some days nothing can stop the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Other times you really wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Why life’s never the same?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dollops of ice-cream&lt;br /&gt;Tons of chocolatey goo.&lt;br /&gt;A smattering of play things,&lt;br /&gt;Many old friends too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The signal’s gone red to green.&lt;br /&gt;Some memories tender, some requiem.&lt;br /&gt;Life rolls on like a deafening thunder&lt;br /&gt;Snap out of it, pull yourself together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let our yesterdays be our grounding&lt;br /&gt;Today’s the air we breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Every minute forged ahead&lt;br /&gt;is a tomorrow, fresh and real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2426533580254669818?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2426533580254669818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/reminisence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2426533580254669818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2426533580254669818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/reminisence.html' title='Reminisence'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4414424338119496496</id><published>2009-07-22T10:49:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:50:04.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Li'l dog, lotta love</title><content type='html'>Sweet, sweet and tender,&lt;br /&gt;My puppy, you make me wonder.&lt;br /&gt;How can your love be so strong?&lt;br /&gt;Glad life’s done you no wrong&lt;br /&gt;A wag so joyous,&lt;br /&gt;it uplifts your being&lt;br /&gt;A bark so jovial,&lt;br /&gt;it lightens up many emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Merry little strides you take,&lt;br /&gt;Spreading cheer with each step.&lt;br /&gt;Little children blossom in your wake&lt;br /&gt;Feet pattering, hearts racing&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Pra2 - for you again, a different topic attempted :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4414424338119496496?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4414424338119496496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/lil-dog-lotta-love.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4414424338119496496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4414424338119496496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/lil-dog-lotta-love.html' title='Li&apos;l dog, lotta love'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-9005663011013842231</id><published>2009-07-22T10:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:48:59.778+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Discovering detachment</title><content type='html'>It’s been long gone&lt;br /&gt;Since I made the choice&lt;br /&gt;Even forgotten&lt;br /&gt;the weight in your voice.&lt;br /&gt;Not alien to your emotions,&lt;br /&gt;but to your touch, a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Hard to believe I’d loved you so&lt;br /&gt;When you, I cannot remember.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-9005663011013842231?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/9005663011013842231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/discovering-detachment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/9005663011013842231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/9005663011013842231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/discovering-detachment.html' title='Discovering detachment'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-7756859608367864400</id><published>2009-07-17T10:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:04:37.356+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Teacher</title><content type='html'>In her eyes you see flashes,&lt;br /&gt;some of brilliance, some of anger.&lt;br /&gt;A voice that, with it, carries&lt;br /&gt;the wealth of generations’ knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;A sense of the unputdownable,&lt;br /&gt;enveloping as she talks her wares.&lt;br /&gt;Behold her might as she, on you, slowly grows.&lt;br /&gt;A year together, maybe more.&lt;br /&gt;Quite enough time to play, laugh, learn.&lt;br /&gt;The seed of gratefulness is sown.&lt;br /&gt;In the beginning you did not know it.&lt;br /&gt;Nearer the end, &lt;br /&gt;not enough ways to show it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;at the behest of a good friend, this is an attempt to write poetry on a topic other than my usual [emotions]...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-7756859608367864400?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/7756859608367864400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/teacher.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7756859608367864400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7756859608367864400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/teacher.html' title='Teacher'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3389304642397562449</id><published>2009-07-16T09:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:24:07.047+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My friend, the end</title><content type='html'>Trust me slowly&lt;br /&gt;As I lose trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bind me to me&lt;br /&gt;I break free and loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump off a cliff&lt;br /&gt;I’ll watch as far as you go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run an empty mile&lt;br /&gt;I stay still as you go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3389304642397562449?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3389304642397562449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-friend-end.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3389304642397562449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3389304642397562449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-friend-end.html' title='My friend, the end'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4144266170345362289</id><published>2009-07-16T09:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T09:10:43.718+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Draw down the shutters</title><content type='html'>Floating in clouds of make believe&lt;br /&gt;Ground’s fallen from under my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Sun shines down so brilliant&lt;br /&gt;On a world that no longer sings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words and phrase are influential.&lt;br /&gt;Sweet nothings match random shine.&lt;br /&gt;For while just flying high,&lt;br /&gt;greeted by an ungrateful smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bit cheated and a lot squandered.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are tender things, don’t let them wander.&lt;br /&gt;Sold before even seeing them, I gather!&lt;br /&gt;On a month, a lifetime, draw down the shutters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4144266170345362289?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4144266170345362289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/draw-down-shutters.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4144266170345362289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4144266170345362289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/draw-down-shutters.html' title='Draw down the shutters'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-7341867556821110575</id><published>2009-07-12T18:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-12T19:41:05.367+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Breaking the habit</title><content type='html'>I’m breaking the habit.&lt;br /&gt;It’s tough and it’s hurting.&lt;br /&gt;Need you out of my system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every waking hour in your midst.&lt;br /&gt;You said ‘Never a moment of bliss’.&lt;br /&gt;What was it you spoke of?&lt;br /&gt;Rubbishing romance and the first kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did I hang on?&lt;br /&gt;It’s a lone wolf I’m looking at.&lt;br /&gt;What was I thinking?&lt;br /&gt;Wolfs are not human beings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A light laugh, chatter-filled nights.&lt;br /&gt;From myself I was estranged.&lt;br /&gt;A strange, new awareness; new sensations.&lt;br /&gt;A renewed dash of hope, faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m breaking the habit.&lt;br /&gt;You’ve got me roughed and smarting.&lt;br /&gt;heart on sleeve that I’m sporting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-7341867556821110575?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/7341867556821110575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking-habit.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7341867556821110575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7341867556821110575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/breaking-habit.html' title='Breaking the habit'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2805788222050853316</id><published>2009-07-11T09:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:48:55.984+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Little girl</title><content type='html'>Returning home with a heavy heart&lt;br /&gt;How she wished to live another part.&lt;br /&gt;Into a fresh new life, to awake with a start.&lt;br /&gt;This one was’s blooming&lt;br /&gt;Nor had it lost its shine.&lt;br /&gt;Yet somewhere along the way,&lt;br /&gt;She’d traded her heart for mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey little girl, where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;My memories of you stem from within.&lt;br /&gt;Hey little girl, flash me your smile.&lt;br /&gt;If we play hopscotch, will you stay a while?&lt;br /&gt;Hey little girl tell me your secret?&lt;br /&gt;Are we each other, why do we connect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running to corners, will we desire heaven?&lt;br /&gt;A weighty term, resting lightly on your shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;Mountains of expensive joys, thrust vainly at you.&lt;br /&gt;Never as much fun as cartons and sticky glue.&lt;br /&gt;You value as taught, to tell good from not.&lt;br /&gt;From you I learn again, not all is good that’s bought.&lt;br /&gt;A smile, a hug and a few hours away whiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My little girl, where have you been?&lt;br /&gt;It’s been too long, come, make me shine.&lt;br /&gt;Hey little girl, flash me your smile.&lt;br /&gt;Light up my world, no pennies or dimes.&lt;br /&gt;Hey little girl, tell me your secret&lt;br /&gt;You let me in and I did not even know it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2805788222050853316?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2805788222050853316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-girl.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2805788222050853316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2805788222050853316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-girl.html' title='Little girl'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-97526280528048410</id><published>2009-07-11T09:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-11T09:48:24.018+05:30</updated><title type='text'>words</title><content type='html'>Often I feel the words gush out of me&lt;br /&gt;Much like a river; a poem, an essay, a stream.&lt;br /&gt;Dancing through my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;making me squirm and squeam.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t find a buncha keys, neither pen nor paper to absorb ink&lt;br /&gt;Teasing me in their lucidity&lt;br /&gt;Changing pace with alacrity&lt;br /&gt;A phrase once made,&lt;br /&gt;Never to return,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is the same again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-97526280528048410?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/97526280528048410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/97526280528048410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/97526280528048410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/words.html' title='words'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3614812555193550168</id><published>2009-07-05T14:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T11:00:33.535+05:30</updated><title type='text'>3 short ones</title><content type='html'>Sing like you’re more than just blind&lt;br /&gt;Soar like you’ve only just met the sky&lt;br /&gt;The joy of not knowing is truly bliss&lt;br /&gt;To love, fall, hurt and again, begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more than a cycle, &lt;br /&gt;The ups, downs and flat-out plateaus&lt;br /&gt;Attempting to live all life&lt;br /&gt;In not less than a few seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~*~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can not fathom where this leads.&lt;br /&gt;Today is only here and now&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday’s best forgotten&lt;br /&gt;All we’re left with is you and me&lt;br /&gt;and the strange reality we're leading.&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/24654625-3614812555193550168?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3614812555193550168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-short-ones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3614812555193550168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3614812555193550168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-short-ones.html' title='3 short ones'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6544386246995029939</id><published>2009-07-05T13:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-06T20:11:09.173+05:30</updated><title type='text'>beloved</title><content type='html'>The breeze gently brushes by&lt;br /&gt;It’s into your arms that I fold.&lt;br /&gt;In the way the wind kisses me&lt;br /&gt;I know your lips mine hold.&lt;br /&gt;Slow and sweet&lt;br /&gt;High and lifting&lt;br /&gt;In a another plane&lt;br /&gt;We are existing&lt;br /&gt;Never meeting, yet as one&lt;br /&gt;Together we shall&lt;br /&gt;whether this storm.&lt;br /&gt;Still only a craving&lt;br /&gt;you have me in knots.&lt;br /&gt;Never having known you&lt;br /&gt;yet all these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me tight, spin me loose&lt;br /&gt;Love me like we have nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;Be only mine&lt;br /&gt;I can only be yours&lt;br /&gt;Another life, another time&lt;br /&gt;may never us cross.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6544386246995029939?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6544386246995029939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/beloved.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6544386246995029939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6544386246995029939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/07/beloved.html' title='beloved'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-7859160953990311912</id><published>2009-06-27T11:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-02T10:06:26.321+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life, clouds and voices abound</title><content type='html'>Floating in the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;will you bring me down&lt;br /&gt;or come up to join me?&lt;br /&gt;I see a speck in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;and will your face to it.&lt;br /&gt;Hear the sound of the wind,&lt;br /&gt;listen to your voice within!&lt;br /&gt;euphoric rises in a tiny space...&lt;br /&gt;This tiny space, the core&lt;br /&gt;of all that went before.&lt;br /&gt;How much more can it take?&lt;br /&gt;You'll be surprised at its space.&lt;br /&gt;Many memories lie in wait&lt;br /&gt;to be evoked by you today&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's yet another day&lt;br /&gt;More life is definitely headed our way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-7859160953990311912?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/7859160953990311912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-clouds-and-voices-abound.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7859160953990311912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/7859160953990311912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/life-clouds-and-voices-abound.html' title='Life, clouds and voices abound'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-1680556120613668449</id><published>2009-06-22T21:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-22T22:14:27.919+05:30</updated><title type='text'>An instrument, a means, a love...</title><content type='html'>Got a juke box on my shoulders&lt;br /&gt;And a shuffle button for a heart.&lt;br /&gt;Can’t decide for the life of me&lt;br /&gt;Is it you that I love, need, want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little attention lifts my spirits&lt;br /&gt;Got me grinning like an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;Ear to ear I stretch my smile.&lt;br /&gt;Stopped counting the dreams jumping o’er the stile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have I loved you a life before?&lt;br /&gt;With you, walked many miles?&lt;br /&gt;These images etched in my brain&lt;br /&gt;Dreams, or life memories I can’t reclaim?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you be mine once more this time?&lt;br /&gt;Can this love absolve all crime&lt;br /&gt;of those that went before us?&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow perhaps, is our unison wondrous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a guitar, you’re the strings&lt;br /&gt;Learning chord by chord&lt;br /&gt;Soon enough noise will be sound&lt;br /&gt;No-one can tell us apart, me and you, entwined, bright.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-1680556120613668449?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/1680556120613668449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/instrument-in-end.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1680556120613668449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1680556120613668449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/instrument-in-end.html' title='An instrument, a means, a love...'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3450192383831809895</id><published>2009-06-12T15:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:27:03.398+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Passing wonder</title><content type='html'>I yearn to hear your voice.&lt;br /&gt;So sweetly you do meld to mine&lt;br /&gt;Miles apart, yet we are one&lt;br /&gt;When will you come?&lt;br /&gt;My dreams, you must know,&lt;br /&gt;Are now getting out of my ears&lt;br /&gt;It’s not a simple thing.&lt;br /&gt;This love, it’s driving me up walls&lt;br /&gt;I fear opening even a window&lt;br /&gt;Lest I let out a penny of thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Left in the wild, they’d only grow.&lt;br /&gt;Dwarfed by you already.&lt;br /&gt;Wild thoughts might set me loose.&lt;br /&gt;What do you even know?&lt;br /&gt;Every word you say, I treasure.&lt;br /&gt;Each syllable is a pleasure.&lt;br /&gt;Never before have I thus surrendered&lt;br /&gt;To nothing but a passing wonder!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3450192383831809895?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3450192383831809895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/passing-wonder.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3450192383831809895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3450192383831809895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/passing-wonder.html' title='Passing wonder'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-1966860239329287931</id><published>2009-06-12T15:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-12T15:25:57.899+05:30</updated><title type='text'>One, yet none</title><content type='html'>An odd rush of blood&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for a sign of the flood&lt;br /&gt;Dousing me in thoughts of you.&lt;br /&gt;Not much, just a word or two&lt;br /&gt;Leaping and flying,&lt;br /&gt;hanging on for more.&lt;br /&gt;Not an intellectual,&lt;br /&gt;Not even a guru.&lt;br /&gt;A hand-crafted connection&lt;br /&gt;Sparks at each intersection&lt;br /&gt;Thrust together, we can not merge&lt;br /&gt;Situations created by man, not earth,&lt;br /&gt;Draws a line, oddly severed.&lt;br /&gt;Centuries, religions and gastronic bents behold&lt;br /&gt;We are one and yet we none.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-1966860239329287931?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/1966860239329287931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-yet-none.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1966860239329287931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1966860239329287931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/one-yet-none.html' title='One, yet none'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-8576638919918718042</id><published>2009-06-11T18:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T18:25:15.643+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost Weekends</title><content type='html'>Feel like today's Friday&lt;br /&gt;Dancing moons of whey&lt;br /&gt;were today really Friday&lt;br /&gt;I'd borrow a god's head&lt;br /&gt;what happened to Saturday, Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;haven't realised, it's Monday!&lt;br /&gt;Help me find my weekends?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I lost them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;written on a Wednesday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-8576638919918718042?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/8576638919918718042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-weekends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8576638919918718042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8576638919918718042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/lost-weekends.html' title='Lost Weekends'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3673502061765681666</id><published>2009-06-11T11:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-11T11:21:48.834+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>Here and waiting,&lt;br /&gt;for you to call,&lt;br /&gt;for the bell to toll.&lt;br /&gt;This summer heat&lt;br /&gt;It deludes me so.&lt;br /&gt;Peaking in a frenzy&lt;br /&gt;The Sun is to descend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The earth is waiting&lt;br /&gt;a chance to resurrect.&lt;br /&gt;Engulfed in the purity of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Fused together, not forever&lt;br /&gt;parting ways as feathers.&lt;br /&gt;Taking form again&lt;br /&gt;in the leaden rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once surrendered&lt;br /&gt;Given all in.&lt;br /&gt;Belonging together&lt;br /&gt;Sparring like twins&lt;br /&gt;A gentle dance&lt;br /&gt;A pressurized calm&lt;br /&gt;Around an absent fire.&lt;br /&gt;A knot joins us&lt;br /&gt;Me and my summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3673502061765681666?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3673502061765681666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3673502061765681666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3673502061765681666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-8012000636727702422</id><published>2009-06-09T11:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-09T11:05:38.290+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The cushiony nerve!</title><content type='html'>You make it so easy&lt;br /&gt;Falling back to you&lt;br /&gt;There is no game&lt;br /&gt;A cushion’s the same.&lt;br /&gt;Welcoming every change&lt;br /&gt;With a softness that stays the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you fight it?&lt;br /&gt;This urge to merge&lt;br /&gt;It’s not right,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not done.&lt;br /&gt;What cannot be is not fun.&lt;br /&gt;Yet the coziness will not leave&lt;br /&gt;Into your arms, I do me weave.&lt;br /&gt;I know not what tomorrow will seem&lt;br /&gt;But for today I sigh in this dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-8012000636727702422?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/8012000636727702422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/cushiony-nerve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8012000636727702422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8012000636727702422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/cushiony-nerve.html' title='The cushiony nerve!'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-294134853909386270</id><published>2009-06-03T16:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T16:10:57.135+05:30</updated><title type='text'>As one.</title><content type='html'>Ground's pulled from under my feet.&lt;br /&gt;Breathing, now suspended.&lt;br /&gt;All I can feel is a sense of wonder.&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean I ponder.&lt;br /&gt;Eyes full of just one sight.&lt;br /&gt;God never made any angle the same.&lt;br /&gt;Full of you, the way you smile,&lt;br /&gt;quirky thoughts, each glance and sigh.&lt;br /&gt;the sweet nothings I thought you said&lt;br /&gt;the times we wandered and almost met.&lt;br /&gt;2 moths around a sun-bright flame&lt;br /&gt;with you, I'll go down&lt;br /&gt;over and over again.&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps it is to rise once more.&lt;br /&gt;Not a phoenix from it's ashes,&lt;br /&gt;but wholly together as one, not more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-294134853909386270?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/294134853909386270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-one.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/294134853909386270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/294134853909386270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/as-one.html' title='As one.'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4883973788259501213</id><published>2009-06-03T15:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-03T15:38:27.140+05:30</updated><title type='text'>For you.</title><content type='html'>Who is it that you wait for?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the cage shake so?&lt;br /&gt;A wish, nothing more than a dream&lt;br /&gt;with it, come so many memories.&lt;br /&gt;Events that haven't happened&lt;br /&gt;A happiness I have yet to see&lt;br /&gt;locked away, lost keys.&lt;br /&gt;Trapped in a golden coop,&lt;br /&gt;lay a heart beat frozen.&lt;br /&gt;Wired to die&lt;br /&gt;Geared to live&lt;br /&gt;It fights these two precipices.&lt;br /&gt;From afar it can not be,&lt;br /&gt;Up close, it's too real.&lt;br /&gt;The vision of a diamond&lt;br /&gt;out in the rough&lt;br /&gt;scarred, flawed,&lt;br /&gt;yet mine to behold.&lt;br /&gt;The joy of as one melding&lt;br /&gt;ours will never be,&lt;br /&gt;and yet for you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd stamp all the flowers&lt;br /&gt;draw out every power&lt;br /&gt;drag myself to my knees.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4883973788259501213?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4883973788259501213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4883973788259501213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4883973788259501213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/for-you.html' title='For you.'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-4019218764619600281</id><published>2009-06-02T19:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-02T20:16:54.168+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain!!!</title><content type='html'>Settling like mist&lt;br /&gt;Slowly you begin,&lt;br /&gt;Covering ground in wet advances&lt;br /&gt;The bonus of summer&lt;br /&gt;The bane of blocked sewers,&lt;br /&gt;You’re all that’s sweet-smelling&lt;br /&gt;Mood-lifting and love.&lt;br /&gt;Every drop, it does remind me&lt;br /&gt;The ecstasy of quenched thirst.&lt;br /&gt;Swallowed by the earth you fall to&lt;br /&gt;Released as a perfume pulsating.&lt;br /&gt;As temperatures drop&lt;br /&gt;heart-beats go wilder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-4019218764619600281?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/4019218764619600281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4019218764619600281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/4019218764619600281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/rain.html' title='Rain!!!'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-5471298354728585570</id><published>2009-06-01T18:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-01T18:27:43.289+05:30</updated><title type='text'>liquid or solid, most yum!</title><content type='html'>Ah the pleasure!&lt;br /&gt;A month of wait.&lt;br /&gt;Dark, sweet nectar&lt;br /&gt;has me in raptures.&lt;br /&gt;Immortal bliss.&lt;br /&gt;This cascading temptation&lt;br /&gt;can melt any reservations&lt;br /&gt;Coating hesitations that affront.&lt;br /&gt;A deep sigh escapes me...&lt;br /&gt;Cocoa springs jubilee&lt;br /&gt;for a sweet tooth's soul!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-5471298354728585570?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/5471298354728585570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/liquid-or-solid-most-yum.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5471298354728585570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5471298354728585570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/06/liquid-or-solid-most-yum.html' title='liquid or solid, most yum!'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-3265325547733925992</id><published>2009-05-26T15:31:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-26T15:31:33.514+05:30</updated><title type='text'>minute a mile</title><content type='html'>Peep n go&lt;br /&gt;Make me smile&lt;br /&gt;Watching you&lt;br /&gt;Watching me&lt;br /&gt;It’s all pink n fluffy&lt;br /&gt;And yes, it’s cotton candy!&lt;br /&gt;Weaving dreamy threads&lt;br /&gt;A melted feeling&lt;br /&gt;Anticipation and dread&lt;br /&gt;A fearsome combination&lt;br /&gt;But ah! The palpitation!&lt;br /&gt;Crazy bees’ knees&lt;br /&gt;The pressure’s giving way&lt;br /&gt;Buckling in, drunken sway&lt;br /&gt;I smile a shiny smile&lt;br /&gt;My heart runs a-minute-a-mile&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-3265325547733925992?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/3265325547733925992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/minute-mile.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3265325547733925992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/3265325547733925992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/minute-mile.html' title='minute a mile'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-5778809554044242594</id><published>2009-05-26T10:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-26T10:36:05.148+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In search of...</title><content type='html'>Zapped, it's amazing how airless&lt;br /&gt;it leaves you, self-confidence.&lt;br /&gt;Memories of another lifetime&lt;br /&gt;No dark alleyways,&lt;br /&gt;Every turn, an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;Losses are alarming,&lt;br /&gt;this one more so.&lt;br /&gt;When the fearless learn fright&lt;br /&gt;and the straight-backed slouch,&lt;br /&gt;the sun looses a chunk of its sheen.&lt;br /&gt;Yet its heat beats down,&lt;br /&gt;for the proud chests that it once met,&lt;br /&gt;now nothing but weak, spineless behinds.&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ground, hoping&lt;br /&gt;find again that which was lost.&lt;br /&gt;Shattered fragments of a seed are sown.&lt;br /&gt;Will it once more grow whole?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-5778809554044242594?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/5778809554044242594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-search-of.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5778809554044242594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5778809554044242594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/in-search-of.html' title='In search of...'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-1596100537777167245</id><published>2009-05-25T17:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-25T17:43:28.976+05:30</updated><title type='text'>10 minutes</title><content type='html'>You read it, didn’t you?&lt;br /&gt;Did it take your breath away?&lt;br /&gt;If you say yes, will you stay?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t pound your head so,&lt;br /&gt;this isn’t a quiz round.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve asked you before?&lt;br /&gt;Made the very same sounds?&lt;br /&gt;Sorry sir, but I just don’t remember&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t we’ve only met 10 minutes ago?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-1596100537777167245?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/1596100537777167245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-minutes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1596100537777167245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/1596100537777167245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/10-minutes.html' title='10 minutes'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-6009573638766148244</id><published>2009-05-25T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-25T14:49:34.808+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Love makes the world go round!</title><content type='html'>A quaint silence amongst a crowd&lt;br /&gt;Spinning, the euphoric sounds&lt;br /&gt;Its love that makes my world go round&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yellow, blue and soft beige-greens&lt;br /&gt;I soak myself in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Looking, seeping, into your eye’s beam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you pretty, aren’t you sweet&lt;br /&gt;it was just one look at you&lt;br /&gt;Living now in every nerve and sinew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Elated, all is well.&lt;br /&gt;You held my hand&lt;br /&gt;I feel swell!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-6009573638766148244?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/6009573638766148244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-makes-world-go-round.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6009573638766148244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/6009573638766148244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-makes-world-go-round.html' title='Love makes the world go round!'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-5504415364650387364</id><published>2009-05-19T14:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-19T14:51:09.274+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Package Deal</title><content type='html'>I’ve got em dry eyes&lt;br /&gt;though I look at you, I can't cry&lt;br /&gt;Even so, oh no, it's you I despise.&lt;br /&gt;When the clouds are up,&lt;br /&gt;and the moon's shut shop,&lt;br /&gt;staring into the blue,&lt;br /&gt;gold strands captivate me.&lt;br /&gt;Lifted as though in a dream&lt;br /&gt;biscotti flowers and marmalade streams.&lt;br /&gt;You, with nothing but a vicious l'il gleam&lt;br /&gt;stung my appetite, wasn’t that extreme?&lt;br /&gt;If this is ever-after,&lt;br /&gt;is happily included?&lt;br /&gt;When I last heard ‘em squeal&lt;br /&gt;They said t’is a package deal!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-5504415364650387364?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/5504415364650387364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/package-deal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5504415364650387364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5504415364650387364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/package-deal.html' title='The Package Deal'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-8763795197425027686</id><published>2009-05-15T21:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-15T21:49:44.167+05:30</updated><title type='text'>dead weight</title><content type='html'>T'is a strange feeling&lt;br /&gt;so dull and dead weight.&lt;br /&gt;this gloom, it will not lift&lt;br /&gt;what is destiny, is this fate?&lt;br /&gt;I can not clip my wings&lt;br /&gt;how the thought of it does hurt&lt;br /&gt;but I've tied my heart down&lt;br /&gt;loook, it can not sing.&lt;br /&gt;What is life, if it can not be music&lt;br /&gt;like a lizard's tail&lt;br /&gt;thrashing long after it has left&lt;br /&gt;I leave my outer shell&lt;br /&gt;return to the depths of darkness&lt;br /&gt;from whence this distraction came.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-8763795197425027686?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/8763795197425027686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-weight.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8763795197425027686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/8763795197425027686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/dead-weight.html' title='dead weight'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-5401184288993401436</id><published>2009-05-12T09:21:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-12T09:23:10.123+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Heart break</title><content type='html'>I hear it crack,&lt;br /&gt;I can only sway,&lt;br /&gt;is this how it feels&lt;br /&gt;when your heart breaks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Torn and sundered,&lt;br /&gt;B’ween the devil and the deep sea&lt;br /&gt;To whom do I surrender?&lt;br /&gt;I can only forget me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why must this&lt;br /&gt;be the only way?&lt;br /&gt;Do show me some love.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me there’s another way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I’d give up my dearest.&lt;br /&gt;Only to turn around, feel the pangs.&lt;br /&gt;What have I done I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;to tear me with my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Washed up and drowned away&lt;br /&gt;In a sea of emotions,&lt;br /&gt;your words hold sway&lt;br /&gt;slowly, but surely chipping my heart away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-5401184288993401436?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/5401184288993401436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-break.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5401184288993401436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/5401184288993401436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/heart-break.html' title='Heart break'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-9199130414338812766</id><published>2009-05-07T14:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-07T14:06:48.284+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Will it? Will you? Will I?</title><content type='html'>Tell me it’ll be okay.&lt;br /&gt;It’s been a while since I felt this way.&lt;br /&gt;Now that it’s come,&lt;br /&gt;this feeling, it just won’t go.&lt;br /&gt;There’s a reservoir being held at bay.&lt;br /&gt;I need a hug&lt;br /&gt;and a carefree soar.&lt;br /&gt;Weighed down by too much&lt;br /&gt;and then some more.&lt;br /&gt;Promises are just fine,&lt;br /&gt;Expectations are alright.&lt;br /&gt;It’s their gap from the heart&lt;br /&gt;That’s making it all sore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-9199130414338812766?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/9199130414338812766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-it-will-you-will-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/9199130414338812766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/9199130414338812766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/will-it-will-you-will-i.html' title='Will it? Will you? Will I?'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-2695692406810554257</id><published>2009-05-04T21:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:13:40.165+05:30</updated><title type='text'>lucid imaginings</title><content type='html'>What’s he waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;The sun to shine?&lt;br /&gt;Well, it won’t turn out baby,&lt;br /&gt;It’s half past nine&lt;br /&gt;Did you really think&lt;br /&gt;you’re the only one gathering&lt;br /&gt;mystique, fallen glory&lt;br /&gt;and bits of sunshine?&lt;br /&gt;In this twilight of green,&lt;br /&gt;you look for all that’s red&lt;br /&gt;Summery, airy, jiggling lights.&lt;br /&gt;Fireflies in the day&lt;br /&gt;Glowing for a lark&lt;br /&gt;In thick of a dull haze.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this is my world,&lt;br /&gt;at my command.&lt;br /&gt;Here you’ll find&lt;br /&gt;the very corners of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;mapped, pinned and written down.&lt;br /&gt;Watch your step!&lt;br /&gt;Mind your head!&lt;br /&gt;Lest you end up hitting yourself&lt;br /&gt;There’s much of me&lt;br /&gt;making it’s way around.&lt;br /&gt;Distorting, engaging, contorting&lt;br /&gt;throwing you around in turns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-2695692406810554257?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/2695692406810554257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucid-imaginings.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2695692406810554257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24654625/posts/default/2695692406810554257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/2009/05/lucid-imaginings.html' title='lucid imaginings'/><author><name>farustar</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05783825781506561029</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_m8DoylR3ul4/SZVXT9Iv4PI/AAAAAAAAA6M/ofNXm3pEgB4/S220/DSC02914.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24654625.post-7914942290363876384</id><published>2009-04-15T07:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-15T07:28:38.153+05:30</updated><title type='text'>gold digger, maneater, heart breaker!</title><content type='html'>gold digger, man-eater, heart breaker&lt;br /&gt;she's out to get you&lt;br /&gt;the cops will never find her&lt;br /&gt;moral codes just ain’t her style,&lt;br /&gt;when you see her,&lt;br /&gt;she'll blow away your mind&lt;br /&gt;even sirens are silenced&lt;br /&gt;while testosterone crys.&lt;br /&gt;You'd never know what hit you&lt;br /&gt;'til it's force deserts you.&lt;br /&gt;In the aftermath of the storm,&lt;br /&gt;you, left around, lying about&lt;br /&gt;mangled beyond hope.&lt;br /&gt;she got you, yes she did,&lt;br /&gt;gold digger, man-eater heart breaker.&lt;br /&gt;You invited her in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24654625-7914942290363876384?l=whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whenrealitymetme.blogspot.com/feeds/7914942290363876384/comments/default' 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