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Not exactly ...:) But if I dont believe in myself ...who would ?;)Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.comBlogger77125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-4660000685752282632014-04-12T11:38:00.000-07:002014-04-12T11:46:56.657-07:00Dreams<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-84086508460922368552014-04-12T11:34:00.002-07:002014-04-12T11:34:54.297-07:00Love is in the moments !<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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He looked at me with tears:’why didn’t you tell me?’</div>
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<b><span style="font-size: large;">2:30 am</span></b>, boozed I walk over to the bathroom; suddenly the
night is ripped by a muffled shriek of a child. I regain my consciousness and
come in terms with my thoughts. I hear it again, this time marked by pain. I
look out of the lone bathroom window from the apartment. A man guffaws in the
darkness and in the split of the nightly moment someone is stabbed. The dim street
light and drizzling rain introduces me to the murder’s eyes. I look on, with numbness
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bathroom window again. A mid-age man in white track pants sashays down the
street for his morning walk, snubbing now and then over the drop of muddy water
that make their way to his white track pants from the puddles on way. The three
black dogs seemingly unbothered of the transactions ogle at the passerby from under
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a flash of his wrinkled skin as he walks on. He has a stick in another hand,
though he doesn’t use that for support but tries to man oeuvre the traffic that
has just begun. He walked towards the couple, bowing down to touch his slippers
now and then. The old man pacifies the girl I can sense it from above. Yes, he
is pacifying the couple over their loss. It’s the human empathy that is so inevitable.
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snow-fall for seconds my heart stopped. I closed my eyes and the thought
brushed passed me I am back in India and it had been two and half years to it
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">The flash of our first meeting bounced into my heart; And for the first time I smiled to myself after ages.I was rushing through the steaming crowd at Holborn Station. It was ten past nine my shift at Starbucks Coffee shop had already begun .Swarming through the crowd of workaholics, I bumped into someone.”Oops sorry! I’m just late for my work! I say .The stranger on other end just smiles back at me and retorts...Sweetheart its ok...Hope you make it on time!. We smile and move on in opposite directions. Riya that’s me I smile to myself when will I stop bumping into people? The day passed by smoothly but I was still locked in that strangers dreams.</span></div>
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</span></span> <span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #333333;"> We were silently </span><span style="font-size: medium;">walking into a dream</span><span style="color: #cc0000; font-size: medium;">.</span><span style="color: #333333;"> Standing out in the rainy streets with red roses one day he gave me the most memorable day of my life! He asked me to be his and I nodded .Without thinking that there was a life that I had left behind, I was supposed to have an arranged marriage.</span></span><span style="color: #333333;"><span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Which had been fixed long before I left for my study abroad .But did me ever realize that life would be in such a state of whirlpool after I met Karan? He was my love .So; I gave up my family and marriage to be him. Just, being with him made such huge difference to me.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">We just wanted our life to begin as soon as possible so we married the same weekend.Life was beautiful as I was feeling. For people around we became the most god- made couple. We were just madly in love ,a love which came late to me.But Karan had been a flirtatious person being brought up in </span><st1:place st="on" style="color: #333333;"><st1:country -region="-region" st="on">Britain</st1:country></st1:place><span style="color: #333333;"> ,he kind of had that English blood even when the heart was Indian. He had a series of one night stands, flings before he met me and I would often joke at him saying</span> <span style="font-size: medium;">“So, the Casanova tasted true love”</span>. An<span style="color: #333333;">d he would cuddle me within him and kiss my face ceaselessly saying because you were so tempting darling resisting you became difficult your looks minced my heart baby.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span style="color: #333333;">We would plan our lives together and we both craved for a daughter whom we wanted to name Tanya .Our world revolved around a non-existent Tanya .How we could pamper her.How we would love her and thoughts about her became our world.</span><i><span style="color: black; font-size: 10.5pt;"></span></i><span style="font-size: large;">True Love burns the brightest, but the brightest flames always leave the deepest scars.</span> <span style="color: #333333;">After a wonderful honeymoon spell in </span><st1:country -region="-region" st="on" style="color: #333333;"><st1:place st="on">Mauritius</st1:place></st1:country><span style="color: #333333;"> the doctor confirmed that I had cancer. Just two months into marital bliss the world comes to a stand still .I being in my last stage of cancer will just have three months to live. Karan frantically searched for a way to keep me alive But I was already getting the sinking feeling within I knew I was losing my fight against the malady.</span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;">But my soul still aches when I witness Karan from far above strangled in a corner he lies in asylum. He lost himself the day I left him.It’s said <span style="color: red; font-size: medium;">Love</span> is stronger than death. Death can’t stop love from happening .Even death however hard death it tries it cant separate two people in Love.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">He was so calm days back, suddenly that submerged anger ruptured him and he was violent like always. He screamed abuses at me, called me filthy, questioned my links with other guys in my life, fiercely called me a waste of time. I pleaded a sorry into the phone a numerous time over but the only thing that mattered to him was an appraisal of his mannish ego he went on and on and I had only a right of silence. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I looked into the darkness why was I bearing all this pain why did I ever need to live my life in accordance to his doctrines? Couldn’t I just walk out of this relationship? But there was no relationship in this place it was a friendship gone violent, a dear and close aid some time back he took over my life in name of safety and now he empowered it. He questioned my interaction? He questioned the way I dressed, he questioned my smile, and he questioned <b>ME </b> infinite times over? He said he cared for me ...he said he loved me ...and now he was killing me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Ending me seemed the only option tonight! As always he said if I shared all this things with anyone he would kill them but tonight he said he would kill the person who was my love! I can’t see my love dying I can’t be responsible for this fanaticism that this man had towards me. To end that vicious approach towards love, to end that violence that he called love, I called it quits.... with drops of blood slowly covering the floor my eyes close to en capture the tears within them forever.</span></div>
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Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-74422054928388285142012-08-15T01:27:00.001-07:002012-09-16T10:42:29.390-07:00The morning hues<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> I smiled in my seclusion,Its not <br />that I had never been happy,but it was this happiness that was different that I feared losing it.I found a friend! Well then what’s new in that I already had friends the more I thought the more confused I became. To stop my surreal state I started feeding myself with negative thoughts explaining .May be he would be talking to a fresh new chick now! Without even half bothering whether I existed and here I was dancing in the galore that I found a friend! <br /><br />Lost for the night I didn’t know when sleep seeped in But I woke up with anxiety, to the shouts to my mother leaving for work. I didn’t want to wake up , its this fight with feelings in the morning that you require a little more sleep that takes a toll. But then it was this sudden thought of Vishal that, I jumped abruptly to search my laptop. It wasn’t any romantic inclination that I felt or anything but just a thought that he was my friend! There was this strong sense of trust I had developed on him overnight. I repeated again to myself he was MY friend.<br /><br />Through clouded eyes I frantically searched and looked for offlines and messages .I scrolled down twice and finally found his messages …<br /><br />U ther dear …<br />Buzz me wen u cum Online..<br />Im waiting!<br /><br />I read …re read the message two three times and fell on the bed with a thud should I or shouldn't I buzz him what would he think about me a" despo"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">No I wasn't one I was just a nice girl who cared about him and wanted him as my friend….was there anything wrong in that ?Confused I scrolled down his profile to view what other messages he had if there was some other girl who had sent him any lovey dovey message .I saw couple of " hi " and "hellos" but nothing that could make me doubt him .Hmmm…<br /><br />Suddenly there was a pop up message saying “So u awake Baby”..I Was taken aback how did Vishal know I was online .Oops these technologies sometimes when you don’t want any one to know , it tells the world that You are there.<br /><br />Minutes before I was desperately expecting his message On seeing him online I compose my self and reply back “Yeh Im Online "why is that a problem? "I didn’t want to give him any hint of that fact that the first time I talked and I fell for his appealing ways .We talk and talk its about 11 in the morning now again I gave in to his amicable ways four complete hours and we had been talking non stop OMG I had a college to attend<br /><br />I rush off explaining would get back later ! He asks for my number and I log out scared , would it be just exchanging number.</span><br />
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Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-42540859989520238432012-08-15T01:25:00.000-07:002012-09-16T10:49:23.923-07:00Destined Date with Destiny<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-size: large;">For half of you wondering who am I to concoct such a philosophical tenet ? Well I conjecture how to portray my true self ! I it’s a strong word in itself...Full of the epitomized ego, pressured passions, vindictive vengeance. And all our lives we often gyrate in search of its true denotation and essence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-size: large;">I really didn’t know who to cater these thoughts; when all the people in the world shut their ears to your woes there you search the shoulder of a stranger to cry out the anguished suppressed cries! There’s so much to my life ,But, I wanted to appreciate how the little emotions make and break the motion of life.Sitting within the four walls I lurk unrecognized of my ambitions.Watching the calendar dance to the rhythm of the air circulated by the creaking fan above. My mind becomes impatient and void at regular intervals. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">He didn’t know what I went through each day to understand my pain ; but then even I wasn’t around the times he has been crashing down in pain since last one year.We both succumbed to this weird functioning of our fate. Four years ago among couple of friend requests in the social networking site I stumbled upon him. It was a bizarre cross of destiny because I was a “walled girl” essentially; I didn’t acknowledge strangers stooping into my life. I didn’t have time to make new friends because I couldn’t give time to the already existing ones. That’s when I say his fluke that I clicked “Yes” in confirmation of friendship request. Within seconds I see a message thanking me of being his friend! I looked at the screen juxtaposed whether to reply or leave it otherwise but the display picture caught my eye. There he was smiling and the calmness of the eyes charmed me into replying.</span></div>
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Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-28321613293930781872012-06-18T01:29:00.001-07:002012-09-16T10:40:49.808-07:00Muted Soul<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The only sound that gave me company was the breathing of my soul, in the far end I heard a distant thunder. Tear drops rolling down..Monsoon was always my favorite time ,today I loved it more the pattering of the rain drops subsided the noise of my crying and confined it to the room. I didnt want my pain to wander around,when you are in a family you have to think more than just yourself.</span></div>
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He looked into my eyes studded with that corporeal craving…I easily touched him on the chin and revolved around to be engulfed in a mist of love.<br />
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We have our moments of togetherness in the moisture laden breeze within the light-house .Years it had been our sojourns away from the stoic world. I had lived lives within these walls. We had our moments of seclusion, outlet for carnal desires, and woven tapestry of future together right here.<br />
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His hands touch me on my back, slowly guiding my sensuality to transcend the guards and blend in his aroma, I knew his moves, I knew his desires like always .Bodies tied down by some invisible force he magnetizes my body with his passionate kisses, uninhibited I groove with the flow as if this is the very last time we are making out.<br />
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I take him in my arms, kiss him so hard that the twinkle in his eyes say it all..He wanted more of me now, in his lusted form he was mine. Silently his saliva stricken tongue glides through my ears and he whispers the most beautiful words…”luv u my luv” I rotate to the sounds of the sea and push him of the top, silently watching his body fall down…down..Into the sea.<br />
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For seconds I feel a bang of pain deep within. Till his conduct walk in to my thoughts….didnt he kill me when he was sleeping with that lowly seductress from his Office. His deed kills me every second of the day I just killed him once in an impetuous act of solace seeking.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">I am the bruised heart of thee,</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Seeking to be an escapee,</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: large;">Acknowledge my insanity plea!</span><br />
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Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-80821519885879983782011-09-29T20:14:00.000-07:002012-09-16T11:46:51.779-07:00Walking Down the lonely roads<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> I wonder where I stand in crossroads of your life.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;"> When we have had a strife<b>.</b></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Often look back to see whether you followed my trail or not.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Hoping you would be out of the woods, just like in my thoughts </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">I always saw that love blooming in your heart.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The breeze conveyed of your presence.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The falling leaves caressed and touched my essence.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">The periwinkle filled my vent.</span></div>
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Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com17tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-14307693276772678582011-09-25T07:11:00.000-07:002011-09-25T07:15:21.737-07:00Servitude<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fcWRPqHFcvg/Tn83LvIoToI/AAAAAAAAApo/5DN6Iyg9tKw/s1600/Sad_theme_for_a_marriage_by_AERWEN.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-fcWRPqHFcvg/Tn83LvIoToI/AAAAAAAAApo/5DN6Iyg9tKw/s320/Sad_theme_for_a_marriage_by_AERWEN.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5656300331771383426" /></a><br /><p><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b><img style="border:0;" align="right" src="http://www.blogger.com/Preeti%20Prada" /><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></p><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>Stripped,scratched,swelled....</b></span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" ><b>still my soul dances within the reins of servitude..!</b></span></div><div><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div><b><br /></b></div><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="border: 0 !important; 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background: transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/253/BD3E28225496066BB7FB6C9FAFAEEAC9.png" alt="" /></a><br />--Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-63333928170627107912011-09-15T19:20:00.000-07:002011-10-04T23:38:42.729-07:00A word to be heard<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_ad-X16MnI/TnK0iMd_GVI/AAAAAAAAAo8/w9VeU3ntVpY/s1600/if__if_______by_peacelovemusic248-d3kt0qk.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-D_ad-X16MnI/TnK0iMd_GVI/AAAAAAAAAo8/w9VeU3ntVpY/s320/if__if_______by_peacelovemusic248-d3kt0qk.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652778981858941266" /></a><br /><p><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I woke up babbling words...</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Is it my time to be interred.</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b> </b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>Scared that they might be misheard</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I strangle them uncured;</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>I fear, unmisted by love...They may be slurred.</b></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><span class="Apple-style-span"><b> </b></span></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Throttled within me they aspire to be transferred.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">I wait to let it be demurred.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Commingle with my thoughts and then be chauffeured.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></b></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">The day they seek a life on paper reword.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">They cede me to a theatre of absurd.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"> And give this 'psychedelic mind' a reward.</span></b></p><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/253/BD3E28225496066BB7FB6C9FAFAEEAC9.png" alt="" /></a>Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-44360439905561276272011-09-15T18:09:00.000-07:002012-09-16T11:42:18.264-07:00Wild Child<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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<span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Wildness captures me only when the scintillating drops of poison fuses into me.</span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><span class="Apple-style-span">Otherwise I am tamed by destiny to </span></span></span><span style="font-size: large;">prowl in the darkness of agony </span><span style="font-size: large;">and allure in eminence.</span><br />
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Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-46281627498064543492011-09-15T02:24:00.001-07:002011-09-15T19:46:04.783-07:00Ballad à Boeckin<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpS7XRkXX8Q/TnK4WO6NG_I/AAAAAAAAApE/z9ubhw5-Xyo/s1600/wr.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 205px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SpS7XRkXX8Q/TnK4WO6NG_I/AAAAAAAAApE/z9ubhw5-Xyo/s320/wr.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652783174402251762" /></a><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><p><br /><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b>You never questioned me How much I love you …?</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b>You loved me with all your heart!</b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b> </b></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">You never asked when I scratched your face with blunt crayon in kindergarten or snapped you into pieces when the adolescence passed. Days and Days you would cling under my sweaty arms in empty library lanes. Never complaining. Never showing that petulance which I did.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">I fell in trance with your quintessence in the gloomy December nights. And slept tightly hugged within your arms each night drooling in your misty scents . I seeked your touch in my solitude. I playfully fiddled with your ears (Dog-earrred you in haste ) ! Passed my saliva-stricken fingers through your face every now and then. You would always look at my eyes filled with innocence. You would calm me down in pain.<span> </span>You covered me within your reach in the drenching rains; you became my shield when my buddies caught me unexplained. I scribbled non-sense on you...Every time the boring lectures took place. </span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></b></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">You taught me all life’s lessons. And I lived a thousand realities simultaneously within you .And you never…You never really turned your back on me the way the world did.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></b></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></b></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">Its in you...My Friend I seek a companion …It’s in thee that I live the moments.</span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></b></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p><b><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></b></o:p></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">No one understands me the way my BOOKS …do an Ode to my books..!</span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></p><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><br /><br /><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><img style="border: 0 !important; background: transparent;" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/253/BD3E28225496066BB7FB6C9FAFAEEAC9.png" alt="" /></a>Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-68231945885220739782011-09-09T03:54:00.000-07:002011-09-09T03:59:39.665-07:00Unspoken Words..<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1142984238615409282.post-14318725323673752042011-09-05T12:07:00.000-07:002011-09-05T12:16:35.370-07:00Restlessness..<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7RYGlUskG4/TmUePyWRYuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Z0p8YmDyhb4/s1600/I_Stole_From_Fall_by_PeaceLoveMusic248.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648954564168213218" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-P7RYGlUskG4/TmUePyWRYuI/AAAAAAAAAn0/Z0p8YmDyhb4/s320/I_Stole_From_Fall_by_PeaceLoveMusic248.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><br /><em><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" align="right" src="http://www.blogger.com/Preeti" /> <strong>Only the clouds understand the restlessness of the dried Earth!</strong></span></span></em></p><a href="http://www.mylivesignature.com/" target="_blank"><span style="font-size:130%;"><img style="BORDER-BOTTOM: 0px; BORDER-LEFT: 0px; BACKGROUND: none transparent scroll repeat 0% 0%; BORDER-TOP: 0px; BORDER-RIGHT: 0px" alt="" src="http://signatures.mylivesignature.com/54489/253/BD3E28225496066BB7FB6C9FAFAEEAC9.png" /></span></a><span style="font-size:130%;"><br /></span>--Preeti Pradahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00584290223132608213noreply@blogger.com8