<?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-37669857</id><updated>2011-12-17T22:05:57.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wah !! Poetry</title><subtitle type='html'>Classic Poetry</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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/&gt;Economics was haunting&lt;br /&gt;Mathematics seemed like hell&lt;br /&gt;Physics and Chemistry, belonged to the same cell&lt;br /&gt;But those were the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;Botany bored me,Zoology just stinged&lt;br /&gt;Only subject that I loved was&lt;br /&gt;LITREATURE&lt;br /&gt;That braught out in me, a beautiful creature&lt;br /&gt;But those were the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing pranks and laughing with friends&lt;br /&gt;Copying teachers and having fun&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying the annual day&lt;br /&gt;And the sports meet&lt;br /&gt;Winning the prizes,gaining the blessings&lt;br /&gt;My first crush, My first love&lt;br /&gt;At the age of fifteen&lt;br /&gt;Making plans to impress her&lt;br /&gt;All in the lunch break&lt;br /&gt;Those were the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giving the tests, Taking the exams&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for results was a crucial phase&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes passing, sometimes just dwelling behind&lt;br /&gt;Everything was not the same, every time&lt;br /&gt;But,those were the best days of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, then the day came&lt;br /&gt;When I had to leave the school&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolled down my eyes&lt;br /&gt;And I realized, I was going to miss the school&lt;br /&gt;I am to miss, teachers scolding&lt;br /&gt;And the fun I had with my friends&lt;br /&gt;But I know everytime is not the same&lt;br /&gt;Still,when I look back and remember&lt;br /&gt;I realize,Those were the best days of my life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384537808230027?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116384537808230027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37669857&amp;postID=116384537808230027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384537808230027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384537808230027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/school-days.html' title='School Days   ;-)'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37669857.post-116384525369802010</id><published>2006-11-18T02:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:20:53.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am ...</title><content type='html'>I am...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the darkness is on the run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the first ray of sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the clear summer skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the birds in circled flight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When clouds shadow the parched lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the first drop of rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the quiet of the forest serene &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the rustling of leaves green&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the sea-shore, today or long ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the waves that come and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, where our own betray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a child who has lost his way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a maverick raft, adrift at sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the lonely voyager, alone and free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the highway, entwined in the trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the solitary mountain breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ponder not, O living soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not crawl, I do not fly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not stand at my grave and cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not there, I did not die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384525369802010?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116384525369802010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37669857&amp;postID=116384525369802010' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384525369802010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384525369802010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/i-am.html' title='I am ...'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37669857.post-116384513504207608</id><published>2006-11-18T02:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:18:55.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To my Best Friend</title><content type='html'>To My Best Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always, I like to have a friend&lt;br /&gt;It's my trend&lt;br /&gt;I love to have a lot of friends&lt;br /&gt;Frankly to speak of lots&lt;br /&gt;I like your brilliance&lt;br /&gt;Like to produce them in "quotations"&lt;br /&gt;Too costly is your friendship&lt;br /&gt;The one at no point do I want to slip&lt;br /&gt;In times of grief&lt;br /&gt;Your friendship was my only relief&lt;br /&gt;Though the moments we shared were brief&lt;br /&gt;They were pleasant like waters that kiss the insolent reef&lt;br /&gt;Something you know, I was a sook&lt;br /&gt;Before you touched me by your look&lt;br /&gt;Now people say I'm bold&lt;br /&gt;It's only because of you,&lt;br /&gt;to them this how shall I unfold?&lt;br /&gt;If stripped off your friendship&lt;br /&gt;I would surely become a brier&lt;br /&gt;Believe me, I'm not a liar&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384513504207608?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116384513504207608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37669857&amp;postID=116384513504207608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384513504207608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384513504207608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/to-my-best-friend.html' title='To my Best Friend'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37669857.post-116384499039264090</id><published>2006-11-18T02:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:16:30.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind of a Girl</title><content type='html'>The mind of a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There exists something very complex and grand,&lt;br /&gt;which even Einstien could not understand.&lt;br /&gt;It makes every boy's heart go in a whirl,&lt;br /&gt;That thing is - the mind of a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A secret no man could ever unravel,&lt;br /&gt;Although far and wide did he travel.&lt;br /&gt;To understand what his love really meant,&lt;br /&gt;most men have only, their entire lives spent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us men try and break the shackles,&lt;br /&gt;Even if it means a rip on our knuckles,&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell you guys all that I know,&lt;br /&gt;I hope all girls, then forgive me for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A boy likes a girl, primarily for her face,&lt;br /&gt;And also her figure if it's like a curvy vase.&lt;br /&gt;Looks do matter for a girl, but there's something more,&lt;br /&gt;It's the boy's character, that's always at the fore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are quite casual, with many girl-friends at a time,&lt;br /&gt;Girls are not quite so, they don't just fall for a dime.&lt;br /&gt;They may have many crushes, will never disclose them,&lt;br /&gt;But there's always a special someone, they'll adore like a gem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl will take good time, to turn her "like" to "love",&lt;br /&gt;Immediately afterwards, she will want you to take the "vow".&lt;br /&gt;To pledge unflinching love and never ever betray,&lt;br /&gt;This to most boys, is something out of the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boys are the first ones, who want to get physical,&lt;br /&gt;But before commiting, girls don't think it's ethical.&lt;br /&gt;This is very true and boys seldom make a try,&lt;br /&gt;To get into the girl's place, and know the reason why!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A girl wants a boy to be unique in himself,&lt;br /&gt;But every boy imitates a Shahrukh, Salman or Saif!&lt;br /&gt;The girl likes the boy for what he really is,&lt;br /&gt;But the boy wants the girl to become - "like this"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girls like their personal space, which boys seldom give.&lt;br /&gt;He wants her all the time and becomes very possessive.&lt;br /&gt;A girl hates being ruled and finally gives away,&lt;br /&gt;The boy keeps wondering, what went wrong in his way.&lt;br /&gt;A girl will reveal her mind, to a kind and patient boy,&lt;br /&gt;All he needs to do, is just act a bit coy.&lt;br /&gt;It's a battle of the sexes, and we boys must win here,&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else, atleast this will bring us some cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So remember all that you have now read,&lt;br /&gt;Before on the path of love you tread!&lt;br /&gt;Now you know what is the correct way,&lt;br /&gt;Do what she thinks, before she can even say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384499039264090?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37669857.post-116384489088169354</id><published>2006-11-18T02:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:14:50.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Friend !!</title><content type='html'>Just a Friend...&lt;br /&gt;Similar interests brought us &lt;br /&gt;Closer together, &lt;br /&gt;Similar interests has me &lt;br /&gt;Very interested in you, &lt;br /&gt;I love the way you always &lt;br /&gt;Find a way to make me laugh, &lt;br /&gt;I'm never bored when ever &lt;br /&gt;You're around, &lt;br /&gt;I find myself missing you &lt;br /&gt;When ever you're not around, &lt;br /&gt;Keep telling myself that for &lt;br /&gt;You I should never feel &lt;br /&gt;This way, &lt;br /&gt;Keep telling myself that &lt;br /&gt;You're just a friend, &lt;br /&gt;Curiosity is killing me, &lt;br /&gt;Your heart belongs to &lt;br /&gt;Someone else, &lt;br /&gt;So you can't feel the &lt;br /&gt;Same way about me, &lt;br /&gt;I know it's for the best, &lt;br /&gt;We're too alike, &lt;br /&gt;It would never work, &lt;br /&gt;These feelings I'll just &lt;br /&gt;Have to ignore, &lt;br /&gt;You will always remain &lt;br /&gt;As just a friend...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384489088169354?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116384489088169354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37669857&amp;postID=116384489088169354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384489088169354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384489088169354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/just-friend.html' title='Just a Friend !!'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37669857.post-116384477663969670</id><published>2006-11-18T02:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:12:56.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost Completely</title><content type='html'>Lost Completely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a world, that scares me to death&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a crowd, I'm losing my breath&lt;br /&gt;Lost as a girl, lost as a woman&lt;br /&gt;I need to grow up, don't think I can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost as a person, can't find my way&lt;br /&gt;Lost in life, everyday, everyway&lt;br /&gt;Lost in worry, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;All my life, I've lived a lie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost to kindness, lost to love&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a sky, like a new-born dove&lt;br /&gt;Lost in thought, which I shouldn't do&lt;br /&gt;It winds me up, I can’t get through&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost to comfort, all kind words&lt;br /&gt;Lost to advice, it isn't heard&lt;br /&gt;Lost to those who really care&lt;br /&gt;All these people, always there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in me, I need a break&lt;br /&gt;Lost in wonder, which road to take? &lt;br /&gt;Lost in a place I don't know well&lt;br /&gt;Where are you now? There's no one to tell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in mind, lost in soul&lt;br /&gt;Lost memories, they're just a hole&lt;br /&gt;Lost in boredom, think I'll leave&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot in life I need to achieve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384477663969670?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116384477663969670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37669857&amp;postID=116384477663969670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384477663969670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384477663969670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/lost-completely.html' title='Lost Completely'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37669857.post-116384472229175214</id><published>2006-11-18T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:12:02.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Source of Noise</title><content type='html'>SOURCE OF NOISE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how innocently&lt;br /&gt;you ask me&lt;br /&gt;"have i ever hurt you?"&lt;br /&gt;as if you are not aware&lt;br /&gt;of my pains&lt;br /&gt;and the phase&lt;br /&gt;through which, i am going through..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Probably,&lt;br /&gt;on second thought,&lt;br /&gt;you are actually unaware&lt;br /&gt;of my loss&lt;br /&gt;and those emotions&lt;br /&gt;which i am trying hard to hide&lt;br /&gt;from the world&lt;br /&gt;around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;long time back&lt;br /&gt;I'd stopped speaking out my woes&lt;br /&gt;for i did not ever wished&lt;br /&gt;to become a problem for you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;if i could give nothing to you&lt;br /&gt;how could I&lt;br /&gt;through my words&lt;br /&gt;Ever disturb you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually,&lt;br /&gt;I must say&lt;br /&gt;if not completely&lt;br /&gt;then to atleast some extent&lt;br /&gt;I've learnt&lt;br /&gt;to gather my thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it feels&lt;br /&gt;that within me&lt;br /&gt;Something is choking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause,&lt;br /&gt;i've at present&lt;br /&gt;shut my emotions&lt;br /&gt;in an etremely tight pot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For&lt;br /&gt;i myself fear,&lt;br /&gt;I might just again&lt;br /&gt;Spill over my pains onto you,&lt;br /&gt;By speaking&lt;br /&gt;out my heart&lt;br /&gt;I might just add&lt;br /&gt;some more problems to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is probably why&lt;br /&gt;My words on numerous occasions&lt;br /&gt;lay stuck to my tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at times&lt;br /&gt;when the words do&lt;br /&gt;seldom come out,&lt;br /&gt;they lack an audible voice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;if I cannot bring music to you&lt;br /&gt;I should atleast&lt;br /&gt;Not be a&lt;br /&gt;Source of noise&lt;br /&gt;to you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384472229175214?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116384472229175214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37669857&amp;postID=116384472229175214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384472229175214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384472229175214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/source-of-noise.html' title='Source of Noise'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37669857.post-116384463405898803</id><published>2006-11-18T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:10:34.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Foot Prints</title><content type='html'>"Footprints.."&lt;br /&gt;~!!~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the sea shore's cliffy peet,&lt;br /&gt;Where waves lash in death's beat..&lt;br /&gt;I walked with Her in bare feet..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet pressed the soft moss,&lt;br /&gt;And left the marks of my toes..&lt;br /&gt;Washed away by the waves as often goes..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her tiny fingers clasped around mine,&lt;br /&gt;She walked me through my battling mind..&lt;br /&gt;Her innocence was no less divine..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her face so sweet and white,&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes so deep and wide..&lt;br /&gt;Her smile so pure and bright..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She tugged my shirt and I knelt,&lt;br /&gt;Her gentle lips I felt..&lt;br /&gt;In a moment the world had melt..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Child! That walkest away from me,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ever leave me alone..&lt;br /&gt;In the path that you have shown..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I turned,&lt;br /&gt;In my soul Her absence burned,&lt;br /&gt;The waves mocked my cradled hands..&lt;br /&gt;It was "only her" footprints in the sands..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384463405898803?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116384463405898803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37669857&amp;postID=116384463405898803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384463405898803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384463405898803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/foot-prints.html' title='Foot Prints'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37669857.post-116384430011482648</id><published>2006-11-18T02:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:08:07.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have U ever...?</title><content type='html'>Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;felt so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could&lt;br /&gt;pour out your heart&lt;br /&gt;to any passing stranger? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;felt so different,&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could&lt;br /&gt;be like butterflies&lt;br /&gt;indistinguishable&lt;br /&gt;from others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever &lt;br /&gt;felt so strange,&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could&lt;br /&gt;lose yourself&lt;br /&gt;among nameless faces?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;felt so isolated,&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could&lt;br /&gt;be like music notes&lt;br /&gt;blending into&lt;br /&gt;any symphony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;felt so ugly,&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could&lt;br /&gt;go under the knife&lt;br /&gt;but for your heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;felt so misled,&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could&lt;br /&gt;take an alternate&lt;br /&gt;to destiny's plan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;felt so empty,&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could&lt;br /&gt;fill up yourself&lt;br /&gt;even with intense sorrow?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;felt so confined,&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could&lt;br /&gt;break the glass&lt;br /&gt;walls of your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever&lt;br /&gt;felt so hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could&lt;br /&gt;jump from a cliff&lt;br /&gt;without any wings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever &lt;br /&gt;felt so breathless,&lt;br /&gt;you wish you could&lt;br /&gt;drown in deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;never gasping for the air above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever?&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever?&lt;br /&gt;because at times,&lt;br /&gt;I have, I have...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384430011482648?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116384430011482648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37669857&amp;postID=116384430011482648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384430011482648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384430011482648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/have-u-ever.html' title='Have U ever...?'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37669857.post-116384421539113369</id><published>2006-11-18T02:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:08:29.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring Me Out of Me</title><content type='html'>Cant walk on this road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant bear this enough load.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have to find the key &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To open this door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never felt like this ever before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it intentional,was it by chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it a coincident,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it the same that was suppose to happen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where to run where to hide,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are crossroads in my sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving u so much makes me sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are there options I cant pick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apology is what I can have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing left for me to grab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has the upper hand she has the key,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To open this door and set me free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why everything starts from her and end on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why I cant see my life without her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring me out of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384421539113369?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116384421539113369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37669857&amp;postID=116384421539113369' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384421539113369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384421539113369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/bring-me-out-of-me.html' title='Bring Me Out of Me'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' 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Frnd</title><content type='html'>Good Bye Friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend to you I bid goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the friendship that brought me sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The months has been swell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if coming from a wishing well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as all things do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to bid adieu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How it pains me to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's nothing I can do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The laughter and the tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll linger in my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if we never part&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If by chance we meet again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May it be full of blessings in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet for now all that I can say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is to God for you I'll pray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384411726836272?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116384411726836272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37669857&amp;postID=116384411726836272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384411726836272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384411726836272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/good-bye-frnd.html' title='Good Bye.. Frnd'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37669857.post-116384349403360833</id><published>2006-11-18T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-18T02:40:31.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Can i Hate u frnd ..!?!!</title><content type='html'>CAN I HATE YOU?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can still call you that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know somewhere I was wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But you weren’t all correct either!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You looked into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And counted my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes of present and the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anger dropping from your lips deadly fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been true to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And expected the same from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because I expected something from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You said I had hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so have you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You walked out on my face &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I never did to you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you HATE mee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do I hate you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No! N-O! No!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can’t waste piece of my heart and my mind hating you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s a waste of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To even bother about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To hate you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Comment and let me know ur opinion&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37669857-116384349403360833?l=wahpoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/116384349403360833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37669857&amp;postID=116384349403360833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384349403360833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37669857/posts/default/116384349403360833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wahpoetry.blogspot.com/2006/11/can-i-hate-u-frnd.html' title='Can i Hate u frnd ..!?!!'/><author><name>Jagan Ganti</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='//lh3.googleusercontent.com/-6SqYeDxOkYA/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAAAAA/CUPF7pZbJLw/s512-c/photo.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
