<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23581050</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:54:09.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I SPEAK MY SOUL...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23581050/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624983469415575051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23581050.post-115064058940662374</id><published>2006-06-18T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-18T22:40:56.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Mom</title><content type='html'>Today its been 8 years since I lost my Mom. But her blessings and strength to live life to its Best come what may, will always remain with me. This poetry is in fond remembrance of her...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was a pillar of strength, &lt;br /&gt;a pillar that would never collapse&lt;br /&gt;My days cannot pass without remembering her&lt;br /&gt;Even with the vast time lapse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her biggest ornament was her reassuring smile,&lt;br /&gt;which she wore in the toughest times&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of many a Up &amp; Down,&lt;br /&gt;she’d never loose hope &amp; never would frown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mirth we all required,&lt;br /&gt;and she bathed us with smiles of glee.&lt;br /&gt;She gave us all the liberties,&lt;br /&gt;but efficiently held our family tree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our wishes were always fulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;and to do so, to any extent would she go!&lt;br /&gt;She was so responsible and understanding,&lt;br /&gt;I will always follow the right path that she’s show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’d been an ideal woman,&lt;br /&gt;be it as a MOTHER, a sister or a wife.&lt;br /&gt;Never would anyone have a MOM like mine,&lt;br /&gt;so beautiful and full of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can now see her amongst the stars,&lt;br /&gt;smiling through the clouds so high.&lt;br /&gt;Praying to God for our well being,&lt;br /&gt;and then waving us a sweet goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So lovable and kind was she,&lt;br /&gt;her memories will always remain.&lt;br /&gt;They will forever be cherished,&lt;br /&gt;and none in the world can replace the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was the bravest warrier,&lt;br /&gt;in the battle field of life.&lt;br /&gt;Without her around anymore,&lt;br /&gt;life feels like a perpetual strife…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pri&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23581050-115064058940662374?l=priasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/115064058940662374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23581050&amp;postID=115064058940662374' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23581050/posts/default/115064058940662374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23581050/posts/default/115064058940662374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/2006/06/my-mom.html' title='My Mom'/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624983469415575051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23581050.post-114872690199126331</id><published>2006-05-27T03:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-29T02:29:02.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NEVER SAY DIE...</title><content type='html'>Hey All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M backkk with another creation after a loooong hibernation!! But not being too modest, I'd say this is one of my best ones (Thts coz I dnt hav too many good ones) :-)) This ones originated coz of an exceptional inspiration I got from nature itself...precisely the &lt;strong&gt;"SUN"&lt;/strong&gt; which burns whole of the day &amp; brightens up our lives by ever smiling down down upon us! The down side is tht I havnt been able to name it as yet...So if any one of u wld like to contribute towards tht, ur welcome...Thnx!Hope ul like it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UNTITLED...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7535/2315/1600/images1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7535/2315/320/images1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look the &lt;strong&gt;Sun &lt;/strong&gt;is setting,&lt;br /&gt;as though marking its defeat.&lt;br /&gt;Dying into the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;after completing a brilliant feat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been the cynosure,&lt;br /&gt;an element of magnificent intensity.&lt;br /&gt;But now as the vigor departs,&lt;br /&gt;I look into the sky with pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left back with a shaken spirit,&lt;br /&gt;that I try hard to jostle against.&lt;br /&gt;Groping away in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;suddenly an ebbing light I sensed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For just as I almost permitted,&lt;br /&gt;myself to surrender.&lt;br /&gt;It rose again with a glorious shine,&lt;br /&gt;and a vibrant new energy to render.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At daybreak it gradually showed up,&lt;br /&gt;however much the night tried to prolong.&lt;br /&gt;With an incipient gleam that grows with time,&lt;br /&gt;to play again its uninterrupted song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(An alternative to the previous phara:-&lt;br /&gt;At daybreak it gradually showed up,&lt;br /&gt;reappearing in the far east.&lt;br /&gt;With an incipient gleam that grows with time,&lt;br /&gt;certainly to the eyes a feast!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even when it had set,&lt;br /&gt;it sank with dignity and grace.&lt;br /&gt;Creating a beautiful twilight,&lt;br /&gt;amidst the subtle darkness to trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes the &lt;strong&gt;Sun&lt;/strong&gt; sets,&lt;br /&gt;but never to depart.&lt;br /&gt;Only to rise again,&lt;br /&gt;with prospects of a fresh new start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rises to the occasion,&lt;br /&gt;of yet another day.&lt;br /&gt;I’d sit and pray to God,&lt;br /&gt;and I would hear God say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It rises to the promise,&lt;br /&gt;of yet another tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;It profusely shares its brilliant light,&lt;br /&gt;so cheerful and free from sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unvanquished it remains,&lt;br /&gt;it teaches us never to frown.&lt;br /&gt;It emerges from the darkest tunnels,&lt;br /&gt;and then upon us it ever smiles down!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pri..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23581050-114872690199126331?l=priasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114872690199126331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23581050&amp;postID=114872690199126331' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23581050/posts/default/114872690199126331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23581050/posts/default/114872690199126331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/2006/05/never-say-die.html' title='NEVER SAY DIE...'/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624983469415575051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23581050.post-114320531781660401</id><published>2006-03-24T04:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T05:06:56.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One fine morning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7535/2315/1600/doves.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7535/2315/200/doves.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi All!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I m back with one another “innovative” creation coming right out of my mind!! And innovative bcoz such stuff cld be written ONLY by me!! :-)) Jokes apart, this ws written by me long time back wen “one fine morning” I wake up only to know tht I wld be getting inspired by just a walk on t terrace! The inspiration probably ws not enough for me to write a great piece of work &amp; rather I come with this write-up to continue to torture u poor souls! So I suggest u must read in between the lines too! :-))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ONE FINE MORNING...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning&lt;br /&gt;as the sun rose high,&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had to wake&lt;br /&gt;And so I did with a sigh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of a strenuous day&lt;br /&gt;which lay ahead of me,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up &amp; sat on the bed&lt;br /&gt;waiting for my morning tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I rested in profound thought&lt;br /&gt;as my body felt a bit sore.&lt;br /&gt;But I had to feel better&lt;br /&gt;for little did I know what nature had in store!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went up to the terrace&lt;br /&gt;to have a brisk morning walk,&lt;br /&gt;When my eyes fell on a barrel&lt;br /&gt;full of grains kept in stock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up a few handfuls of them&lt;br /&gt;and spluttered it on the ground,&lt;br /&gt;&amp; to my shock within no time&lt;br /&gt;several little birds all over I found!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as they pecked on the grains&lt;br /&gt;it was a lovely scene!!&lt;br /&gt;To see together a flock of birds&lt;br /&gt;so innocent and so keen!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers,&lt;br /&gt;Pri..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23581050-114320531781660401?l=priasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114320531781660401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23581050&amp;postID=114320531781660401' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23581050/posts/default/114320531781660401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23581050/posts/default/114320531781660401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/one-fine-morning.html' title='One fine morning...'/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624983469415575051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23581050.post-114242644865115739</id><published>2006-03-15T04:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T04:46:47.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears...</title><content type='html'>Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres one of my utterly stupid but MOST innocent attempts at writing...Hope u dnt end up in tears urself :-) But wid a promise tht the better stuff is yet to come I allow u to proceed to read. Plss bear wid it :-)))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TEARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times during solitude&lt;br /&gt;Or when we are sad,&lt;br /&gt;We are overcome by an emotion&lt;br /&gt;Which I'm sure everyone has had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to display this emotion&lt;br /&gt;Which within us does lie,&lt;br /&gt;We actually do not intend to,&lt;br /&gt;But a pearl is shed from the eye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it trickles its way down the cheek&lt;br /&gt;Eventually making it wet,&lt;br /&gt;All the more sympathy do we seek&lt;br /&gt;&amp; more attention we get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It floods the eye with just a thought&lt;br /&gt;&amp; however helplessly do we try,&lt;br /&gt;It just cannot be fought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it rolls further down your cheek,&lt;br /&gt;You know your vulnerability is at its peak.&lt;br /&gt;And this little pearl that is glittering &amp; clear,&lt;br /&gt;Is what we know as a modest little &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;tear&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we realize the modesty that it has shown,&lt;br /&gt;When that little &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tear &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;has completely gone…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Pri..&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23581050-114242644865115739?l=priasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114242644865115739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23581050&amp;postID=114242644865115739' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23581050/posts/default/114242644865115739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23581050/posts/default/114242644865115739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/tears.html' title='Tears...'/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624983469415575051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23581050.post-114173815200521853</id><published>2006-03-07T05:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T06:59:10.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holding Memories...</title><content type='html'>When alone in solitude&lt;br /&gt;or when the mood is just not there,&lt;br /&gt;The mind begins its wild process&lt;br /&gt;in profound thought something I stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With feet firm on the ground&lt;br /&gt;and head in a large grey cloud,&lt;br /&gt;The mind within begins to travel&lt;br /&gt;a journey to make the &lt;strong&gt;memories &lt;/strong&gt;proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this subtle trance I realize&lt;br /&gt;the whole setup is like a feast,&lt;br /&gt;Of &lt;strong&gt;memories &lt;/strong&gt;that are linked up&lt;br /&gt;I may not rejoice but accept atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Memories &lt;/strong&gt;begin to pour in&lt;br /&gt;and I experience them without a blink.&lt;br /&gt;It seems so amazingly real,&lt;br /&gt;that in its pool I gradually sink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd recall that rebellious kid in me&lt;br /&gt;or those lovely moments at school.&lt;br /&gt;Not a day would go without a prank,&lt;br /&gt;of the teachers I'd make a fool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those completely carefree days.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed I had wings to my feet!&lt;br /&gt;I'd live life to its fullest,&lt;br /&gt;and like a queen myself I'd treat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in the pursuit of my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;those several mistakes I made.&lt;br /&gt;The various things I learnt from them,&lt;br /&gt;and the penalties that I paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That strife to find the answers,&lt;br /&gt;would render satisfaction immense.&lt;br /&gt;I'd struggle to follow my heart,&lt;br /&gt;full of things that made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those moments with a few good friends,&lt;br /&gt;are so very close to my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Those form a silver lining on the cloud&lt;br /&gt;and I shall never let them part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the more you get a hold on them,&lt;br /&gt;they move ahead driving you insane!&lt;br /&gt;The bare reality appears stark before,&lt;br /&gt;but the &lt;strong&gt;memories &lt;/strong&gt;still remain...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shrink back the with the thought,&lt;br /&gt;that those moments just can't stay.&lt;br /&gt;They come by playfully to tease you,&lt;br /&gt;and then leave you come what may.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a perfect flower beyond your reach.&lt;br /&gt;In a dark sky a peaceful moon.&lt;br /&gt;Or the rainbow across the horizon,&lt;br /&gt;Those moments have also gone too soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am now back on my feet,&lt;br /&gt;only to understand.&lt;br /&gt;Though a part of me would feel void now,&lt;br /&gt;I have the rest of my Life in hand!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MEMORIES&lt;/strong&gt; come crashing through,&lt;br /&gt;and smoothly sail away.&lt;br /&gt;Those moments have gone a bit too soon,&lt;br /&gt;But that's all that I can say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Pri..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23581050-114173815200521853?l=priasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/feeds/114173815200521853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23581050&amp;postID=114173815200521853' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23581050/posts/default/114173815200521853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23581050/posts/default/114173815200521853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priasoul.blogspot.com/2006/03/holding-memories.html' title='Holding Memories...'/><author><name>Priya</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11624983469415575051</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23581050.post-114173417457773676</id><published>2006-03-07T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T04:47:50.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumblings of my Idle mind....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7535/2315/1600/icecreams.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7535/2315/200/icecreams.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi All,&lt;br /&gt;Jus created som space wherin i cld register my random thots which I'd rather call as &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Colors of my mind&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, that i've been penning down all these years in poetic form...May sound damn amateurish to som :-) but to me they still are competent enuf to turn me nostalgic!..Tc &amp;amp; Bfn!!&lt;br /&gt;~Pri...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23581050-114173417457773676?l=priasoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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