tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8717440184233256202023-12-23T00:20:16.526+05:30...in love with me and lifewith my own reflection..
with my own affection..
with the vision that i see..
doing all i can for me !!Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.comBlogger193125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-31164365948590468262014-07-29T22:13:00.001+05:302014-07-29T22:13:04.440+05:30I Know Where To Find You..<p align="left"> <br /> <br /><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“You know Sahil.. <br />I really like your smile.”</em></font></p> <p align="right"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“Hmm.. So why won’t you let it stay?”</em></font></p> <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“Why on earth would do that!?</em></font></p> <p align="right"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“If you want me to smile, <br />you should never be sad too, Ayesha..”</em></font></p> <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“really though crying isn’t sad, it’s beautiful..”</em></font></p> <p align="right"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“..each tear like unspoken thought..”</em></font></p> <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“..the ones that you can feel, through your skin..”</em></font></p> <p align="right"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“..so crying isn’t really sad, it’s beautiful, yes..?”</em></font></p> <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“Hmm.. you know I have a secret wish..”</em></font></p> <p align="right"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“tell me?”</em></font></p> <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“After I die, I wish to become breeze, <br />so nothing can stop me, <br />nor be bound by anything..”</em></font></p> <p align="right"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“You know Ayesha, that wish will help me..”</em></font></p> <p align="left"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“Go on, Sahil..</em></font></p> <p align="right"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em>“Now I won’t have to miss you, if you die before me, <br />Because, I’ll know where to find you..”</em></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-gvBK07bvHfc/U9fPDywk1QI/AAAAAAAAC80/F_rvpQ_a1GQ/s1600-h/A_Reflection_of_Romance_by_gilad%25255B11%25255D.jpg"><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em><img style="display: inline" title="A_Reflection_of_Romance_by_gilad" alt="A_Reflection_of_Romance_by_gilad" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-rb3_6ZrEk68/U9fPFUFs7HI/AAAAAAAAC88/b3y1WYE3UUc/A_Reflection_of_Romance_by_gilad_thumb%25255B8%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="405" height="277" /></em></font></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri">Smiles. <br />Hugs. <br />Kisses. <br />A <br />Reality <br />Prettier <br />Than <br />Dreams.</font></p> <p><font size="3" face="Calibri"><em></em></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-16297630805998142122014-06-29T17:20:00.001+05:302014-06-29T17:21:05.795+05:30You. And. Me.<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Calibri"> <br /> <br /><font color="#333333">The brush of cheeks. <br />Blush. <br /> <br />The careless beats of another’s heart. <br />Smile. <br /> <br />The slipping of fingers on her back. <br />Shiver. <br /> <br />The sharing of dark secrets and childish stories. <br />Laugh. <br /> <br />The pain of all hidden lies.  <br />Tears. <br /> <br />The look on her face, while she sleeps. <br />Sigh. <br /> <br />The rhythm of your name in her voice. <br />Song. <br /> <br />The caring warmth of being held tight. <br />Affection. <br /> <br />The fights for the TV’s remote control. <br />Togetherness. <br /> <br />The expression of one’s honest feelings. <br />Hug. <br /></font></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Ssy0TEU21NY/U6_9X8y0fVI/AAAAAAAAC6A/i51hj4VzXhM/s1600-h/in_love_by_pocortodox0%25255B13%25255D.jpg"><font color="#333333" size="3" face="Calibri"><img style="display: inline" title="in_love_by_pocortodox0" alt="in_love_by_pocortodox0" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-VN6J6QyMK_I/U6_9ZcnqTII/AAAAAAAAC6I/cD7cmIVPGIs/in_love_by_pocortodox0_thumb%25255B11%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="396" height="275" /></font></a></p> <p align="center"> <br /><font color="#333333" size="3" face="Calibri">The weak knees and strong desires. <br />Blink. </font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#333333" size="3" face="Calibri">The promises for lifetime. <br />Trust. <br /> <br />The flower with a hidden ring.  <br />Kiss. </font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#333333" size="3" face="Calibri">The two. <br />Love</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#333333" size="3" face="Calibri"><strong></strong></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-45198617008718370612014-04-27T15:35:00.001+05:302014-04-27T15:35:20.949+05:30Falling star, fragile wishes.<p align="center"> <br /> <br /><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS">Sometimes nothing works out.. <br />Sometimes I looked for the sun <br />but it was too clouded.</font></strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS">Sometimes I needed rains, <br />For the sun was burning me alive. <br />And so it did <br />and now I’m caught in flames.</font></strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS">Sometimes I walk to the end of the world <br />but when I've one foot left on the edge <br />my feelings pull me back <br />remember that I was loved.</font></strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS">Often, there was no love.  <br />No one to hold, and nothing left to felt within your soul. <br />Sometimes nothing works out.</font></strong></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ydDZO9WaA2c/U1zWHr28eOI/AAAAAAAAC4A/_WCGQ32JrPI/s1600-h/hope-balloon-small-girl%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ydDZO9WaA2c/U1zWHr28eOI/AAAAAAAAC4I/SUS4hgCneI0/s1600-h/hope-balloon-small-girl%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="display: inline" title="hope-balloon-small-girl" alt="hope-balloon-small-girl" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3jgZj0GbAF4/U1zWXS1o8eI/AAAAAAAAC4Q/kEGeCvR9iKc/hope-balloon-small-girl_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="437" height="268" /></a></font></strong></a></p> <p align="center"><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS">But sometimes they do. <br />Also sometimes I hope they will work for the last time <br />and always will. <br />Forever.</font></strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS">Until the nightmare comes back.. <br />you're back at square one.</font></strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS">But for all the love we had, <br />And all our wishes for lifetime <br />And we can always give a little of it to each other <br />every time. <br />Sometimes things do work out. </font></strong></p> <p align="center"><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS"></font></strong></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-50382638135513974772014-01-09T21:02:00.001+05:302014-01-09T21:02:16.577+05:30Of you, for life.<p align="center"><font color="#0000ff" face="Trebuchet MS"> <br /> <br />Across the worlds, <br />And the oceans, <br />Will cross them all, <br />To find some moments, <br />So you I can hold, <br />So you I can breathe. <br />To have you around, <br />And keep you warm. <br /> <br /><img title="Together" alt="http://jerseydevil018.deviantart.com/" src="http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs8/i/2005/345/5/5/together_by_jerseydevil018.jpg" width="266" height="313" /> <br /> <br />What's in moments, <br />You have me for life. <br />How would I fear, <br />If you be my wife. <br />To never leave, <br />To never hate, <br />Why? Because, you <br />You are my fate.</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#0000ff" face="Trebuchet MS">You stitched me back, <br />When I was broke, <br />Showed me life, <br />Gave me hope, <br />And, <br />Love.</font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS">-------</font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-19249856243656732612013-11-04T16:57:00.001+05:302013-11-04T16:58:04.767+05:30I will be your home.<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em></em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em> <br /> <br />I will you be your home <br />Your life’s certainty. <br />Will lift you away <br />From the harsh realities of this world. <br />Warm you softly  <br />With the softest brush <br />Of our lips.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-HrNy56TIN5M/UneEls_FuzI/AAAAAAAACyg/pRcLHB4UstE/s1600-h/pure_love_by_ruuca-d57gn5m%25255B20%25255D.jpg"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em><img style="display: inline" title="pure_love_by_ruuca-d57gn5m" alt="pure_love_by_ruuca-d57gn5m" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-9gRNyisUTZM/UneEnv4u8gI/AAAAAAAACyo/VqSEswYbZBQ/pure_love_by_ruuca-d57gn5m_thumb%25255B18%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="410" height="304" /></em></font></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>Will be your shelter <br />From your own tears, <br />From your own fears. <br />Will be the one you can take for granted. <br />I’ll wrap you within me <br />And make your life like your dreams.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>Will hide you off <br />To the place we can call our world.  <br />Will be your happiness <br />Protecting you from your pains.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>I will be your home, <br />Your happiness.</em></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-91555276258752736722013-09-14T14:29:00.001+05:302013-09-14T14:29:54.627+05:30About romance and her eyes.<p> <br /> <br /><font color="#333333"><font face="Courier New"><strong>He: “So you think romance is about gowns, suits, and ties..?” <br /><em>              She: “Yes. And also about ballroom dancing, kissing in the rain, and holding hands in the park..”</em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font color="#333333"><font face="Courier New"><strong>“Yes, may be. But you know what I think..” <br /><em>               “What?”</em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font color="#333333"><font face="Courier New"><strong>“You! Your eyes, when you wake up from a peaceful slumber, like a work of art..” <br /><em>               “Umm..”</em></strong></font></font></p> <p><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-q4_g5NK7n1o/UjQlgs-TVjI/AAAAAAAACwc/jc2k-pIw6qs/s1600-h/Sleeping_Beauty_by_AmirVscas%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><font color="#333333" face="Courier New"><strong><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="Sleeping_Beauty_by_AmirVscas" alt="Sleeping_Beauty_by_AmirVscas" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ZQLqgxOlj6U/UjQlh99_CQI/AAAAAAAACwk/3i6a-C1lyno/Sleeping_Beauty_by_AmirVscas_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="440" height="306" /></strong></font></a></p> <p><font color="#333333"><font face="Courier New"><strong>“Without any make-up, disheveled hair, when you look just you..” <br /><em>               “But, you know..”</em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font color="#333333"><font face="Courier New"><strong>“But… But the most incredible thing is how without even having to say anything, you speak so much..” <br /><em>               “You’re not letting me speak..”</em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font color="#333333"><font face="Courier New"><strong>“Your perfect eyes speak all that needs to be expressed; they orchestrate our future and imagine our fate.” <br /><em>               “…”</em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font color="#333333"><font face="Courier New"><strong>“Good morning!” <br /><em>               “Mmmorninngg..”</em></strong></font></font></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS">….</font></em></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS">She tucks herself within me and I am simply embracing her touch. But before I wanted to tell her how much more she is beautiful, I hear her humming ever so lightly, as she’s fallen back asleep in my arms, and I play the game; I’ve become accustomed to playing nearly every morning.. A romance, that is pure, gentle and non-worldly.</font></p> <p><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-30290690631925754502013-07-14T22:11:00.001+05:302013-07-14T22:11:47.478+05:30More than words.<p align="center"> <br /> <br /><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>If I am talking to you, <br />You don’t always have to talk.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Not your advices, nor your consolations, <br />If I am talking to you, <br />I’ll just ask you to stay around. <br />To let me know that you’re there, <br />And will always be.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><strong><font face="Trebuchet MS">Exhausted, most nights, <br />I patiently wait for gentle hands, <br />To hold me tight.</font></strong></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>If am talking to you, <br />Assure me, that you understand.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Tell me, tell me it’s okay to cry.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-FvHwpimhwMg/UeLUsMU7liI/AAAAAAAACuk/dBcDu-VezIA/s1600-h/A_Reflection_of_Romance_by_gilad%25255B8%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="A_Reflection_of_Romance_by_gilad" border="0" alt="A_Reflection_of_Romance_by_gilad" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-lbrkL_mp5-o/UeLUwaAVT3I/AAAAAAAACus/Rrgx6Lo6DmI/A_Reflection_of_Romance_by_gilad_thumb%25255B7%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="309" height="212" /></a></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Without saying a word, <br />Make your presence felt, <br />Often, all I need is, <br />Just. <br />To be heard.</strong></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-54446854635757652662013-07-02T20:43:00.001+05:302013-07-02T20:43:42.268+05:30..in love with your heart.<p align="justify"><font color="#333333" size="3" face="Calibri"> <br /> <br />Rehan’s arms snaked their way around her waist, his nose nuzzling her ear when Ria was lost in her own world looking at the setting sun out her window with a well-kept sadness in the depths of her eyes. Her heart echoed reoccurring thought, one that would just throw her for a tail spin into a slight depression. Would she be as loved and cared for when she wouldn't as young and attractive anymore?</font></p> <blockquote> <p align="justify"><em><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>“Ria was quite sure how their togetherness would short-live, in his wishes; within a blink of an eye and she wouldn’t be there in Rehan’s life anymore. And he would move on. His kisses would fade, his voice would lose it’s echo. When her face sours and her youth fades with time, she would just be a forgotten story to him.”</strong></font></em></p> </blockquote> <p align="justify"><font color="#333333" size="3" face="Calibri">Ria's dark lashes fluttered on him as her eyes shut while leaning back into Rehan's embrace, breathing in his known and warm fragrance with a guilty amount of greed. She would miss this someday; the lazy winter days when she would gaze out of the open window and freeze in his warm embrace.</font></p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-lX4l5O4nLm0/UdLtrrGPQ7I/AAAAAAAACuI/j-YCvZ4HxWI/s1600-h/beautifulgirlatwindowside%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img style="display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto" title="beautifulgirlatwindowside" alt="beautifulgirlatwindowside" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-rAfCwzgb9e8/UdLuG-2Y7fI/AAAAAAAACuQ/-W2pS0ZvJEc/beautifulgirlatwindowside_thumb%25255B5%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="355" height="218" /></a></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#333333" size="3" face="Calibri">Rehan whispering how much he desires her, how much he looks for his own life when she isn’t around; but he never shared anything. Never. Why? He knew he wouldn't get any older, yet here she was; dying right infront of him.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#333333" size="3" face="Calibri">Probably because he was selfish and never wanted to give her up to that thought. His reassuring kisses calmed her gradually as she holds his hand and counts her breaths.</font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#333333" size="3" face="Calibri">She will live, even after she is gone for she fell in love with his heart. She will live for him, in his heartbeats.</font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-66625962972801605862013-06-02T23:41:00.001+05:302013-06-02T23:41:05.055+05:30Of flirting with hopes..<p align="center"> <br /> <br /><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>We held breaths for too long,  <br />Might not even live further.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>To meet, finally. <br />Holding the burnt thread of hope.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>Let’s hug and burn,  <br />Kiss and be turned into ashes.  <br />We set each other on fire,  <br />Feed each other’s thirst too.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>It’s us, I know. <br />It's there, I know. </em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>Our eyes speak. <br />Let’s answer each other’s questions; <br />Not in words, <br />But in feelings.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-8I1ewJ9ZYVE/UauKYtLFc4I/AAAAAAAACs0/RDC2DArPIow/s1600-h/Passion_of_love%25255B5%25255D.jpg"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Passion_of_love" border="0" alt="Passion_of_love" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yFZu3z1zAOY/UauKsCg3giI/AAAAAAAACs8/q5nTqx-B3CY/Passion_of_love_thumb%25255B3%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="410" height="316" /></em></strong></font></a></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>Forever in turmoil, <br />Together, <br />Yet each other’s serenity of calm.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>Like that burning desire before a storm  <br />Killing the power of passion. <br />You and I coalesce  <br />Through a ignited splinter. <br />While it rained.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>Dancing. In pain. <br />Yet comforted by the droplets.  <br />The promises to never be away.  <br />Yet being forever apart. <br />But living in each other. <br />But never together <br />Yet, forever in love.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>We.</em></strong></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-74174686844514064292013-04-28T21:35:00.001+05:302013-04-28T21:35:52.818+05:30And..<em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong> <p align="center"> <br /> <br />Eyes closed, <br />As fingers trail down her neck, <br />Tracing curves.</p> </strong></font></em> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Smell of her perfume, <br />Whispering breaths, <br />Dancing through midnight.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Arms wrapped, <br />Engraved in each other.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Soft music, loud noises; <br />Too crowded, <br />Yet alone, <br />Together.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Staring into each other’s eyes, <br />Digging souls. <br />Secrets revealed.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Our skins brushed, <br />Lips at whispering distance, <br /> <br />Hours passed by, <br />felt like seconds. <br />Music ended, <br />we began.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Kissed her ears, <br />Whispered a promise, <br />to never love anyone else, ever. <br />If I ever lost her.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-VjIcX192gjA/UX1I15_pMSI/AAAAAAAACpY/uUw9Yyn1WfM/s1600-h/kiss_by_shushuhome-d39yged%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="kiss_by_shushuhome-d39yged" border="0" alt="kiss_by_shushuhome-d39yged" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-EQv7fTau-yc/UX1I3qGFURI/AAAAAAAACpg/z1P5L29kHws/kiss_by_shushuhome-d39yged_thumb%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="326" height="322" /></a></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>And then we cried, <br />And smiled, <br />And all she said.. <br />You are mine, <br />And I love you..</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><strong><em><font face="Trebuchet MS">And.. <br />we kissed..</font></em></strong></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-76084242394794032172013-03-30T01:56:00.001+05:302013-03-30T01:57:43.511+05:30About dreams kissing reality..<p align="center"> <br /> <br /><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>When dreams kissed reality, <br />sunshine touched clouds, <br />winds whispered rains..</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>That holding you tight, <br />and losing my fingers, <br />sanity, <br />in your curls <br />and in the depth of your eyes..</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>Of wicked temptations, <br />careless whispers, <br />exploring curves..</em></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-2X0hq08SmKY/UVX5B0DpMWI/AAAAAAAACpA/jogf0sECjBc/s1600-h/kiss_by_shushuhome-d39yged%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="kiss_by_shushuhome-d39yged" border="0" alt="kiss_by_shushuhome-d39yged" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-TgX85ueztYU/UVX5DcSE6FI/AAAAAAAACpI/vZEsDqcYBxg/kiss_by_shushuhome-d39yged_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="244" /></em></font></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>To stumble through your lips <br />until I kiss you deep, where I'll rest my soul. <br />To sing a note <br />soft, gentle, in the golden husk of dawn.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>Because you I remember, <br />like my each breath is written with your name.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>For you are who I live, <br />and love.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em></em></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-36674213170977287242013-02-12T16:29:00.001+05:302013-02-12T21:38:13.400+05:30Look for your answers in my breaths.<p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font color="#000000"><strong><em> <br /> <br /> <br />Look, I don’t know. And I’m hanging up now, have a long day tomorrow. <br />           <font color="#666666">Okay, but talk for a minute? Puh-leeeez, Sahil. Pleassse!?</font></em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font color="#000000"><strong><em>Yes, Riddhi. What? <br /><font color="#666666">           Do you love me?</font></em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font color="#000000"><strong><em>Are you serious, it’s 4 in the morning!!?  <br /><font color="#666666">           Sahil, that doesn’t answer my question.</font></em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font color="#000000"><strong><em>I love you, a lot. Why did you ask, is it all fine? <br /><font color="#666666">          Hmm.. Was just trying to understand, why?</font></em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font color="#000000"><strong><em>What? What, why? <br />          <font color="#666666">Why on earth do you love ME?</font></em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font color="#000000"><strong><em>Why have you never bothered about growing up? <br /><font color="#666666">         Shut up! I’m not a kid. And just answer!</font></em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font color="#000000"><strong><em>Okay answer me first, tell me why do I like breathing? <br /><font color="#666666">         Huh? There is nothing about liking it. You’d stop existing if you don’t.</font></em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font color="#000000"><strong><em>Hmm.. So? <br /><font color="#666666">         ..So you mean it’s only because you love me and that is why you exist?</font></em></strong></font></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-I-TKqdY-kKQ/URogkvRLA-I/AAAAAAAACn4/nZyfuX3yr-Y/s1600-h/9b98e5feaacc3c1afb94a9c8ca2ec879-d3ipkch%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="9b98e5feaacc3c1afb94a9c8ca2ec879-d3ipkch" border="0" alt="9b98e5feaacc3c1afb94a9c8ca2ec879-d3ipkch" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-2B83dsT8jq4/URogmnGgD6I/AAAAAAAACoA/lFBopCxw4Lc/9b98e5feaacc3c1afb94a9c8ca2ec879-d3ipkch_thumb%25255B15%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="386" height="102" /></em></strong></font></a></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font color="#000000"><strong><em>Something like that, yes. And can we sleep now? Will call you in the morning, first thing. <br /><font color="#666666">         Okayyyy! Good night, Sahil. Bbbbyeee!</font></em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font color="#000000"><strong><em>Kiddo! Good nig… <br /><font color="#666666">         Aaaaannd wait, you’re my breaths too.</font></em></strong></font></font></p> <p><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>... <br /><font color="#666666">        ...</font></em></strong></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-10696294051672101042013-02-02T01:03:00.001+05:302013-02-02T01:12:10.546+05:30Let me touch you, for I miss my own life.<i> <p align="center"> <br /> <br /><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me hold you. Let me read out loud your heart's wishes, from the tears of your eyes.</strong></font></p> </i> <p align="center"><i><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me feel your warmth, this cold burns me.</strong></font></i></p> <p align="center"><i><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me touch you and calm the burning storm, a volcano of emotions.</strong></font></i></p> <p align="center"><i><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me hear your heart, how it whispers my name. </strong></font></i></p> <p align="center"><i><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me read your bright loving eyes, to forget how ugly this world looks like. </strong></font></i></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me know, if your soul craves for mine.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><i><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me go deep in you, I think you think of me too. </strong></font></i></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me stop missing you, for the breeze keeps whispering your name into my soul.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-tO06rPxVJ0s/UQwYoCgB-jI/AAAAAAAACmw/ZSbu4bjWloo/s1600-h/missing_you_by_presidentindia-d4nfuve%25255B56%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="missing_you_by_presidentindia-d4nfuve" border="0" alt="missing_you_by_presidentindia-d4nfuve" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-dmj7fe4uECw/UQwYpU1SfTI/AAAAAAAACm4/3jfThkVFKB8/missing_you_by_presidentindia-d4nfuve_thumb%25255B57%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="476" height="322" /></a></p> <p align="center"><i><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me hurt you, so I’ll know it’s real.</strong></font></i></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me hear you, in your silence.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><i><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me be, for you want me to be.</strong></font></i></p> <p align="center"><i><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me touch you, for I miss my own life.</strong></font></i></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Just.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Let me.</strong></font></em></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-3082660222464166112013-01-23T22:23:00.001+05:302013-01-23T22:23:52.080+05:30An Escape From Reality<p align="center"> <br /> <br /><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Fireflies in her eyes, painted on the canvas of life. <br />A beautiful lie, inviting sins on her velvety skin.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>To desire her, is to hold a flicker of light through a storm. <br />For she is a dream held on with open eyes.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>An intangible tempest, holding war with the sunshine. <br />A distant wish, to hold her once, like she is, just mine.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Luscious, appealing, charming and not yet revealing. <br />A flirtatious disaster, her images hold a fire burning.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>That light, radiance, slipping from her every pore. <br />Not an illusion, but an escape from reality.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-19KRUJQNmX0/UQAVlkR0SkI/AAAAAAAACko/zkOTDoHiszE/s1600-h/Beautiful_back_by_NadyaBird6.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Beautiful_back_by_NadyaBird" border="0" alt="Beautiful_back_by_NadyaBird" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-bKL0wmL2HOo/UQAVnYvR8YI/AAAAAAAACkw/w6Ur48BB9vo/Beautiful_back_by_NadyaBird_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" width="337" height="311" /></a></p> <p align="center"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>To not understand her, yet be within her. <br />Not just touching, but caressing her soul deep.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Like her charm, speaking in sinful whispers. <br />Exquisite, sublime her curves, I stand submitted for her to be murdered.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Oblivious to what’s right or wrong. <br />She tempts without tempting to hear her breaths like a song.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Forbidden, yet a sacrilegious wish, so beautiful, <br />Willing to be chastised through a heinous sin.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>To hold and to surrender, <br />To her breathtakingly adorable, <br />To live through my dying hopes, <br />She, <br />Holding life, <br />And my will to surrender, <br />A dream, <br />To kiss, <br />Someday, <br />Some moments, <br />Of her, <br />Like heaven. <br />An escape from reality.</strong></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-75380237353138524442013-01-22T18:29:00.000+05:302013-01-28T18:32:27.058+05:30Adobe Certification Exams for Photographers<p align="justify"> <br /> <br /><font face="Trebuchet MS">Photographers have four Adobe certification exams in two different Adobe solutions from which to choose when seeking to document their professional expertise and product specific skills and knowledge. All of the available exams earn successful test takers an </font><a href="http://www.testslive.com/adobe-certified-expert-ace-single-product.html"><font face="Trebuchet MS">Adobe Certified Expert (ACE)</font></a><font face="Trebuchet MS"> certification, allowing them to build their formal credentials and expand their area of validated expertise in their field. </font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Trebuchet MS">The first two exams offered specifically for photographers focus on the Adobe Lightroom platform and include the Ligthtroom 2 (9A0-125) and the Lightroom 3 (9A0-159) exams. Both the 9A0-125 and the 9A0-159 exams demands photographers not only master the Lightroom platform, but are also capable of working with other Adobe products, including Camera Raw, Bridge and Photoshop. </font></p> <p align="justify"><a href="TestsLive.com"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Adobe Certification Exams for Photographers" border="0" alt="Adobe Certification Exams for Photographers" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-VZiQP3Kpvg8/UQZ21wdno3I/AAAAAAAAClw/g-RAXDckm1A/Adobe-Certification-Exams-for-Photog%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="313" height="196" /></font></a></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Trebuchet MS">The remaining photography-focused certification exams offered by Adobe cover the CS5 and CS6 versions of Photoshop. The Adobe Photoshop CS5 exam (9A0-150) required candidates to be capable of manipulating images, working with graphics, and staging files for output to print and web. The Photoshop CS6 exam also demands the mastery of these same skills, in addition to working with images in preparation for output to video as well. </font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Trebuchet MS">Regardless of which Adobe certification exam candidates decide to pursue, they should gain hands on experience with program in which they intend to test before scheduling their exam. Successful candidates also take advantage of other exam prep resources, including tutorials and practice exam sessions offered by providers like </font><a href="http://www.testslive.com"><font face="Trebuchet MS">TestsLive.com</font></a><font face="Trebuchet MS">. </font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-43585575430458215672013-01-13T15:23:00.001+05:302013-01-13T15:23:36.089+05:30To set on fire, her frozen lips.<p align="center"> <br /> <br /><em><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS">To set on fire her frozen lips, <br />So she can feel her lost bliss.</font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS">To kill her past, <br />Holding her as prisoner in dead memories. </font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS">To free her soul, <br />Of the apprehensions and decisions.</font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS">To find tears in her eyes, <br />Like finding an ocean in the desert.</font></em></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Y9TzwoBc2vo/UPKEBLo8o4I/AAAAAAAACjc/AZt3ykm1KQI/s1600-h/She_Wants_Revenge_by_darkixi%25255B7%25255D.jpg"><em><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-Y9TzwoBc2vo/UPKEBLo8o4I/AAAAAAAACjk/Owcv4NS1jBs/s1600-h/She_Wants_Revenge_by_darkixi%25255B13%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="She_Wants_Revenge_by_darkixi" border="0" alt="She_Wants_Revenge_by_darkixi" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-T-NTvknMgWI/UPKEHL0H7ZI/AAAAAAAACjo/IF1-SBfD6wM/She_Wants_Revenge_by_darkixi_thumb%25255B10%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="285" height="309" /></a></font></em></a></p> <p align="center"><em><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS">To breathe colour into her skin, <br />Of frozen blood and sin.</font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS">To make her mine, <br />Hers, and mine.</font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS">To set on fire her frozen lips, <br />So she can feel her lost bliss.</font></em></p> <p align="center"><em><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></em></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-85787633838496356982012-12-23T00:24:00.001+05:302012-12-23T00:24:50.539+05:30That winter.<p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><u><strong></strong></u></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><u><strong>December</strong></u></font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>It was the first snow of the season. She woke up in his arms, while he whiskered away her hair out of her eyes and smiled. She questioned in a sleepy voice, “<em>Smiling, why?</em>'</strong></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>He answered, “<em>I think I have a new year’s resolution already!”</em></strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>“<em>Really? Tell me, wha..</em>” she couldn’t finish her question before he answered, “<em>I'll not break anything anymore.</em>” And in that very moment, he kissed her, “<em>Promise, beautiful I won't leave you broken again.</em>” </strong></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>That kiss and the promise marked a new beginning for them.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>...</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-pDCKbhUr0fY/UNYBku23zUI/AAAAAAAACh4/gVUZv3231BI/s1600-h/winters_heart_by_ifrostyice-d2ijd75%25255B8%25255D.png"><strong><img style="display: inline" title="winters_heart_by_ifrostyice-d2ijd75" alt="winters_heart_by_ifrostyice-d2ijd75" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-ZMvsngXCxQA/UNYB9bVaN3I/AAAAAAAACiA/gqGSY5klqKA/winters_heart_by_ifrostyice-d2ijd75_thumb%25255B10%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="414" height="273" /></strong></a></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><u>January</u></strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>“<em>You know, I love snowflakes” </em>he said while touching her lips<em>; “and you’re like one to me. Strong yet melting away..” he added.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><em><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>…</strong></font></em></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><u>March</u></strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>A bright sunshine morning. He had already left her alone, broke his own new year’s resolution and her heart too. She realized how he loved the snowflakes and not water. How he loved what she was and not what she might become.</strong></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>But he left her with an end.</strong></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>And a sunshine.</strong></font></p> <p><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>And for another new beginning.</strong></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-40106664053442074032012-12-10T20:46:00.001+05:302012-12-10T20:46:35.919+05:30To Leave And Stay.<p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong> <br /> <br /> <br />You left me. <br />But you stayed in me.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>What’s meant to be. <br />May not always be.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Your soul walked away. <br />Tearing us both apart.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>But.. <br />Hold on!</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Did you forget? <br />Taking back your heart.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zQ_mwGXzV6Q/UMX8vgNMQWI/AAAAAAAACgo/N50aL6Jmm0I/s1600-h/Give_and_take%25255B3%25255D.jpg"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-zQ_mwGXzV6Q/UMX8vgNMQWI/AAAAAAAACgw/IotFdhCRfS8/s1600-h/Give_and_take%25255B4%25255D.jpg"><img style="display: inline" title="Give_and_take" alt="Give_and_take" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-9GIamxSoN1w/UMX80KcjVkI/AAAAAAAACg0/PSWgYXOBDgo/Give_and_take_thumb%25255B2%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="257" height="312" /></a></strong></font></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Love couldn’t live. <br />Wouldn’t die too.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong></strong></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-54157492139617166232012-11-25T22:40:00.001+05:302012-11-25T22:45:26.915+05:30She.<p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em> <br /> <br />“She is as beautiful as is love expressed in whispers, <br />radiant yet still, <br />silvery dust of the moonlight, <br />misty leaves on the river’s bed.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>Always in my sight, <br />I stand, <br />always close behind. <br />She can’t hide, <br />while playing in my mind.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><em><img title="" alt="http://multicurious.deviantart.com/" src="http://fc08.deviantart.net/fs36/f/2008/261/e/0/She_by_MultiCurious.jpg" width="317" height="361" /></em></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>All! That I wanted, <br />All! That I needed, <br />All! That I loved to love, <br />The air that I breathe! <br />A pain that I feel, <br />She thought unreal, <br />stays in my dreams. <br />Everything. <br />All, <br />I ever imagined.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>But is she..?" <br /> <br />"Delicate?? <br />Grand?"</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"No, <br />She is bits of the heaven left for me to admire. <br />She is beautiful, <br />but oblivious, <br />but she will see that in my eyes."</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"Sure, is she yours?" <br />"No."</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"Then?" <br />"She is her own, <br />And forever, <br /> mine"</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><em></em></p> <p align="center"></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-14463792488139478912012-11-17T21:46:00.001+05:302012-11-17T21:46:32.222+05:30To love and live happily after, ever.<p> <br /> <br /><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"Let’s just go away, somewhere?" <br />               "From where?" </em></strong></font></p> <p><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"From here, to anywhere" <br />               "Yes, we may. But.... Tell me where do we go?"</em></strong></font></p> <p><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"Does that really as long as we’re together?" <br />               "It does, really!" </em></strong></font></p> <p><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"No, it doesn't. We must take one step at a time and then one more and another and see where we reach." <br />               "Okay. But.. what if we find ourselves reaching a place worse?"  </em></strong></font></p> <p><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"Then we walk, again. Not so hard really, and probably we'll end up in a better place that we'd like some day and…” <br />               "We live happily ever after!?" </em></strong></font></p> <p><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"Not too sure. Something may happen, or go wrong again. And we’ll have to move.." <br />              "Oh! Then.. what?"</em></strong></font></p> <p><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"Nothing. We keep trying, keep walking until some day...." <br />              "Some day...?" </em></strong></font></p> <p><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-gD6yR6Jj3HA/UKe4SU7MKCI/AAAAAAAACfc/aksDo7j9x-E/s1600-h/get%252520lost%252520together..by%252520devils-horizon%25255B16%25255D.png"><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="get lost together..by devils-horizon" border="0" alt="get lost together..by devils-horizon" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-cLyqhlfCWmM/UKe4XXUA7CI/AAAAAAAACfk/zuSTshubHgQ/get%252520lost%252520together..by%252520devils-horizon_thumb%25255B17%25255D.png?imgmax=800" width="513" height="319" /></a></p> <p><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"Some day we will.."  <br />              "Will what?"</em></strong></font></p> <p><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>"Live happily after, ever."</em></strong></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-58886883874452901022012-10-14T00:03:00.001+05:302012-10-14T00:08:38.506+05:30Forbidden, love.<p align="left"> <br /><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>Loving secretly, <br />Known just as friends, <br />If they know, <br />It’d be forced to end.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="right"><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>Her warm and soft lips, <br />The natural softest pink, <br />Joined with mine for a kiss, <br />Our souls become a link. <br /></em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-odK_LWMGSS0/UHm0A_tQ5PI/AAAAAAAACdc/SkUtGSqh-00/s1600-h/Love_together%25255B12%25255D.jpg"><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Love_together" border="0" alt="Love_together" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-vD6fCke6yK8/UHm0CXSwIxI/AAAAAAAACdk/XF-SWWClRQk/Love_together_thumb%25255B9%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="292" height="299" /></em></strong></font></a></p> <p align="left"><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>I smile at her, <br />And she back at me, <br />What else could we do, <br />If someone were to see.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="right"><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>She’s the only star, <br />Who is in my sight, <br />May be far, <br />But she’ll always be light.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="left"><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>Our love is rightly wrong, <br />Of the world, we still fear. <br />But our love was a song, <br />Not for everyone to hear.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="right"><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>Someday, I think, <br />Of stealing her, <br />To set us free, <br />And make her mine. Just.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em>But till that day, <br />Hold on, strong. <br />For we’ll meet alone, <br />Every mark hidden, <br />Never to be known, <br />For our love is forbidden.</em></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><font color="#333333" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><em></em></strong></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-27341399503753002672012-09-29T20:38:00.001+05:302012-09-29T20:43:43.572+05:30Intoxicating Love.<p align="center"> <br /> <br /><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>My lips against hers,  <br />   Those soul engulfing silent whispers. <br /> <br />Slipping my tongue through hers, <br />    Burning passions fuelled our desires.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>Stared deep into her oceanic eyes, <br />     To find dreams similar to mine.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>Sliding my hands against her thighs, <br />      Kisses and the deep sighs.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-tDc_Sxz5HyU/UGcO7Sp1tkI/AAAAAAAACcs/3Z9V0vfgyxE/s1600-h/autumn_kiss_by_blooding-d3452xq%25255B10%25255D.jpg"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-tDc_Sxz5HyU/UGcO7Sp1tkI/AAAAAAAACcw/YyK5a2jIPQY/s1600-h/autumn_kiss_by_blooding-d3452xq%25255B20%25255D.jpg"><img style="background-image: none; border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top: 0px; border-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="autumn_kiss_by_blooding-d3452xq" border="0" alt="autumn_kiss_by_blooding-d3452xq" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/--MAOYynQynw/UGcPAuyMeVI/AAAAAAAACck/BOW7Pth0eTA/autumn_kiss_by_blooding-d3452xq_thumb%25255B17%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="366" height="250" /></a></em></font></a></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>Enamored by the softness of her lips,  <br />     How I wish it would never ended.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>For within me I held the one, <br />      Lady I loved.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>       Who makes my heart rush with, <br />      Her most delicately deep touch.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>We loved till, <br />      The universe and the pains, mattered no more.</em></font></p> <p align="center"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em></em></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-86081613029932408392012-09-23T21:59:00.001+05:302012-09-24T21:56:04.650+05:30Promises, broken for love.<p align="justify"> <br /><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>She: You know we can try and make this work. <br />             He: I guess, we can. <br /> <br />She: But you need to assure me of certain things? Can you promise? <br />             He: Like? <br /> <br />She: Like, give me a promise me that you’ll never leave the hand soap box empty.  You’ve to promise me when when you drop that cup of tea, instead of leaving it like that you will clean it up.  <br />             He: No, I won’t promise all that. But take my word for this I’ll never leave you hands and your life empty of all the happiness. I promise to be there for every drop of tear, that life may ever offer you and clean it up with kisses. </em></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>She: I think I can manage with that. <br />              He: And I’ll need some promises too? <br /> <br />She: Let me know, I can try. <br />              He: You should never drag me along in chick-movie, where the guy cries more than the girl. Promise me you won’t spend half of my salary on dresses and shoes you’d probably never even wear. <br /> <br />She: Not done. But I will drag you along into the bed when we’re soaked to the bone with rain and our teeth are clicking and our hands are the only things warm on our bodies. I will promise that I’ll spend half my thoughts on ‘you’ and the other half on ‘us.’ And yes.. <br />              He: Yes?</em></font></p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ibQVrSgnPDw/UGCJgZIprCI/AAAAAAAACbk/Qpjgpl6wa_I/s1600-h/Couples_Dancing_Sunset_beautiful8.jpg"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"></font></a><a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-ibQVrSgnPDw/UGCJgZIprCI/AAAAAAAACbs/pYom0gdEfQI/s1600-h/Couples_Dancing_Sunset_beautiful15.jpg"><em><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: block; float: none; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; border-left-width: 0px; margin-right: auto; padding-top: 0px" title="Couples_Dancing_Sunset_beautiful" border="0" alt="Couples_Dancing_Sunset_beautiful" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-1IbY6jKq3Fw/UF84-uk2zFI/AAAAAAAACa0/fNNXBnQo9Kw/Couples_Dancing_Sunset_beautiful_thumb%25255B12%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="423" height="342" /></em></a></a></a><em> <br /></em><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>She: You’ve to love me the first thing in the morning even when my breath smells like last night and poor decisions. And to love me in the afternoon when I’m upset at you because your love would keep me in senses. Promise to love me at night when I’m cooking and impatient for that dinner because I couldn’t taste the food before serving as I was thinking about tasting your collarbone. <br />            He: Quite simple for me, I promise to love you always. Even when you’re stupid, gross, irritating or embarrassing. <br /> <br />She: Thanks! And I’ll try to be a little more sane. <br />            He: LIAR!</em></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-74717498944358995142012-09-16T20:06:00.001+05:302012-09-17T14:35:35.246+05:30Of dying hopes, a fading voice and love forever.<p align="justify"> <br /> <br /><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>She never left staring outside the window since the last two days. <br /> <br />In spite of the world tried to convince how impossible it was, she felt content and hopes of finding those precious memories she seem to have now lost. May be she will hear the thunderous sound of his bike once more which would freeze right outside her house and she could reach out to the door to hug him again.</strong></font></p> <p align="center"><em><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Time froze in those moments <br />Earth used to skip a spin <br />Her thoughts used to fade <br />With him, everyday a new life begin.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Even against her hopeless hopes, the unchanging view outside the window made her think how dwelling on past is useless and there is nothing to happen, anymore. But Arjun remained in her breaths, her soul. </strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><font color="#000000"><em>"Why don’t you ever get fat?"</em> he had teased her once, leaning towards her while she enjoyed her favorite chocolate ice-cream. She looked at at him and her smile widened. The dimple was back on her cheek as she grinned at him, her blue eyes shimmering like the sun-kissed surface of some perpetually tranquil ocean. Her hair was a piece of art in itself, glowing with masterful strokes of brown and auburn and gold. </font></strong></font></p> <p align="center"><em><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>They shared those moment like <br />Riding on a wondrous flow <br />Of love's mighty river <br />Such passion no one ever know.</strong></font></em></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>Back in the present, she lost a breath and skipped many heart-beats at the almost tangible memories of his hands. By fate’s cruel ways, life ensured that she would never feel those strong hands around her again. </strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-orL7yyDfRfM/UFXjzsCkDHI/AAAAAAAACZw/Q2vaT32h_Go/s1600-h/Waiting_for_the_one_she_loves%25255B29%25255D.jpg"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="Waiting_for_the_one_she_loves" border="0" alt="Waiting_for_the_one_she_loves" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-3oe4Vl2uCfs/UFXj1Qw3oJI/AAAAAAAACZ4/nrSucTCXJ38/Waiting_for_the_one_she_loves_thumb%25255B27%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="599" height="351" /></strong></font></a> <br /> <br /><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong>But his touch wasn't all that she longed for. Nor was his smile. What she wished for the most was the sound of him saying her name: <br /> <br />"<i>Isabel</i>." <br /> <br />Amazing w<font style="font-weight: normal">h<strong>en someone in love with you, how they take your name is different. You know your name is safe in their mouth</strong></font>. The sound of it in his mouth was exquisite, like chocolate melting slowly on the tongue. Whether it was a soft, intimate murmur or a faraway call, the sound was just as beautiful. But... <br />  <br />No, she thought, moving away from the window for the first time since his funeral. He would never be completely gone nor would he be completely hers anymore, thought Isabel.</strong></font></p> <p align="justify"><font color="#000000" face="Trebuchet MS"><strong> </strong></font></p> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-871744018423325620.post-18469944219484570472012-09-03T21:38:00.001+05:302012-09-03T21:39:00.866+05:30Calls Unanswered. A Letter Unread.<p align="right"><font face="Courier New"><em><strong><u> <br /></u></strong></em></font></p> <p align="right"><u><font size="3" face="Courier New"><em><strong>27th July, 2010. <br /></strong></em></font></u><font face="Courier New"><em><strong><u>12:30 am <br /></u>She calls him for the first time.</strong></em></font></p> <p align="left"><font face="Courier New"><strong>"Hi." <br />... <br />*voice-mail* <br />... <br />"You there?" <br />... <br />"Say something?" <br />... <br />"Please talk, when you can. Bye!"</strong></font></p> <p><strong></strong><font face="Courier New"></font><strong></strong></p> <hr /> <p><strong></strong></p> <p align="right"><font face="Courier New"><em><strong><u>12:45 am <br /></u>The 2nd time.</strong></em></font></p> <p><font face="Courier New"><strong>"I know you’re there. Aren’t you?" <br />... <br />"Listen, Arjun. Its very urgent!" <br />... <br />”Go to hell.”</strong></font></p> <p><strong></strong><font face="Courier New"></font><strong></strong></p> <hr /> <p><strong></strong></p> <p align="right"><font face="Courier New"><em><strong><u>12:52 am <br /></u>The 3rd time.</strong></em></font></p> <p><font face="Courier New"><strong>“Sorry! I didn’t mean that.” <br />... <br />"Talk, please?" <br />... <br />"You know I can’t bear this much pain anymore.. I need to hear you!"</strong></font></p> <p><strong></strong><font face="Courier New"></font><strong></strong></p> <hr /> <p><strong></strong></p> <p align="right"><font face="Courier New"><em><strong><u>1:25 am <br /></u>The 4th time.</strong></em></font></p> <p><font face="Courier New"><strong>"Please.....Please. I'm begging!" <br />... <br />"Okay, I won't do it anymore. Goodbye!"</strong></font></p> <p><strong></strong><font face="Courier New"></font><strong></strong></p> <hr /> <p><strong></strong></p> <p align="right"><font face="Courier New"><em><strong><u>1:29 am <br /></u>The 5th and the last time.</strong></em></font></p> <p><font face="Courier New"><strong>"Seems I’ve bothered you enough." <br />... <br />"I know you’re listening, Arjun." <br />... <br />"You will regret. Or may be I will. Bye."</strong></font></p> <p><strong></strong><font face="Courier New"></font></p> <p><strong></strong></p> <hr /> <font face="Book Antiqua"> <p align="center"><a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-JWvspkfFRDk/UETV37a6y7I/AAAAAAAACY4/jE8mA7Io0BQ/s1600-h/What__s_your_telephone_number__by_valante%25255B24%25255D.jpg"><strong><img style="background-image: none; border-right-width: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; display: inline; border-top-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; padding-top: 0px" title="What__s_your_telephone_number__by_valante" border="0" alt="What__s_your_telephone_number__by_valante" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-O4Tityz9Hmg/UETV6Ycqc6I/AAAAAAAACZA/1J1qXOIy1Vw/What__s_your_telephone_number__by_valante_thumb%25255B19%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="428" height="298" /></strong></a></p> </font><font face="Book Antiqua"> <p><strong></strong></p> <strong> <hr /></strong></font> <p><strong></strong></p> <p><strong></strong></p> <p align="right"><font face="Courier New"><em><strong><u>2:34 am <br /></u>Arjun calls her back</strong></em></font></p> <p><font face="Courier New"><strong>*voice-mail* <br />"Hey! You wanted to talk? Sorry, I was away at a friend’s party.." <br />... <br />Hello Aisha? <br />... <br />"I think you’ve slept, give me a call. And take care"</strong></font></p> <font size="3" face="Book Antiqua"> <p><strong><font size="2"></font></strong></p> <strong><font size="2"> <hr /></font></strong> <p align="right"></p> <p align="right"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font size="3"><u><strong><em>29th July, 2012 <br /></em></strong></u>A note.</font></font></p> </font> <blockquote> <p align="justify"><font size="3" face="Trebuchet MS"><em>Dear whoever is reading, <br /> <br />You discovered this letter too late. I’m no more. I wanted to talk to him but I wasn’t as necessary to him. I hope he now realizes how much he meant to me, but I just got tired of waiting. May be I didn’t have enough patience or may be he never loved me. Or may be I loved him more than I should’ve.. <br />                                           </em></font></p> <p align="right"><font face="Trebuchet MS"><font size="3"><em>         ~Yours forever, <br />                                            Aisha..</em></font></font></p></blockquote> Shttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18379997271775437852noreply@blogger.com0