<?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-6347132790390632127</id><updated>2011-11-28T05:11:56.291+05:30</updated><category term='Poems'/><category term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Priyank's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Poems, thoughts and a bit more... It is just how I see the world... Its my perspective at things which I feel are important, and even some things which I feel are unimportant</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-8890147604314532114</id><published>2008-06-13T16:58:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-13T17:01:37.164+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Astitva</title><content type='html'>one of my friends, Sonali got inspired to try her hand into writing something. The result was something very beautiful and excellently written. I'm posting her thoughts over here. I have not even edited or helped her in writing this. This is completely her piece of mind... Plzz comment so that she knows how well she writes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Han Mein Ek Adhura Khwab Hun, Muje Sajne Do,&lt;br /&gt;Han Mein Zindgi Hun, Muje Jine Do.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Mein Ugte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; Suraj Ki Wo Kiran Hun&lt;br /&gt;Jo Apni Roshni Se Sare Jahan Ko Roshan Kar Sakti he,&lt;br /&gt;Mein Chupte &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city&gt;&lt;st1:place&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Hue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt; Taro Ki Wo Dastan Hun&lt;br /&gt;Jo Har Rat Ke Bad Savera Kar Sakti He.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Mein Pani Ki Bund Hun&lt;br /&gt;Jo Kisika Astitva Bana Sakti Hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aur Shayad Pani Ki Wo Laher&lt;br /&gt;Jo Kisi Ka Astitva Bhi Mita Sakti Hai.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Chahe Meri In Ankho Ki Nami ho&lt;br /&gt;Ya Mere Chehre Ki Masumiyat,&lt;br /&gt;Chahe Mere Buland Irade Ho&lt;br /&gt;Ya Asma Ko Chune Ki Meri Chahat&lt;br /&gt;Yahin Mera Vajud He Aur Yahin Meri Pehchan.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Shayad Isi Liye Ab Bhi Mein Ek Adhura Khwab Hun&lt;br /&gt;Muje Sajne Do&lt;br /&gt;Han Mein Hi To Hun Zindgi&lt;br /&gt;Muje Jine Do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-8890147604314532114?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/8890147604314532114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=8890147604314532114' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8890147604314532114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8890147604314532114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/06/astitva.html' title='Astitva'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-2897421293875903335</id><published>2008-06-11T09:25:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-12T14:46:29.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I'm a fool</title><content type='html'>Since a lot of you told me to write something different from my regular genre, I'm trying my hand for the first time on satire. I need your feedback on how it is. As this is my first time, things  it may not be extraordinary or even good... But, please gimme a genuine feedback on this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be a poet, I chose to be a fool,&lt;br /&gt;There's no money in poems, so I work like a mule,&lt;br /&gt;I say that I work, for the love of the art,&lt;br /&gt;But everyone knows, I'm acting rather smart,&lt;br /&gt;This world isn't fair to the species called poet,&lt;br /&gt;They deserve a lot more than what they usually get,&lt;br /&gt;I could have written songs for the glamorous stars,&lt;br /&gt;make muscle-men and hot-chicks groove on guitars,&lt;br /&gt;Then I would have my photos printed on page-3,&lt;br /&gt;And I would be on a money minting spree,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe I could write some musical ad jingles,&lt;br /&gt;write some sonnets, some couplets or even singles,&lt;br /&gt;I could sell colored water with added pesticides,&lt;br /&gt;toothpastes with new ingredients, calciums and chlorides,&lt;br /&gt;I could sell magically whitening washing powder,&lt;br /&gt;or deodorants  that guarantee removing every odour,&lt;br /&gt;It's the world of ads and the world of songs,&lt;br /&gt;These are the dreams which everyone longs,&lt;br /&gt;The dream of every father for his son,&lt;br /&gt;being a poet isn't a good option,&lt;br /&gt;But I still chose to speak my mind out,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to reveal, I chose to find out,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to express what I really feel,&lt;br /&gt;I chose to be blunt and I do it with zeal,&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm a newcomer to this money minded school,&lt;br /&gt;So, I chose to be a poet, I chose to be a fool...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priyank Shah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-2897421293875903335?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/2897421293875903335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=2897421293875903335' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/2897421293875903335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/2897421293875903335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/06/im-fool.html' title='I&apos;m a fool'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-1814650185919308105</id><published>2008-05-29T23:01:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-30T00:45:37.449+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Aankhon me jab aansu chalakne lagte,&lt;br /&gt;aankhon se nikalne jab wah tadapne lagte,&lt;br /&gt;tab un aansu ke moti ko bachane ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;Aankhon me unko chhupane ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;Apne dil ko zara sa behla leta tha,&lt;br /&gt;kabhi kabhi zara sa muskura leta tha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab ghum dil me badh jaata tha,&lt;br /&gt;aur chehre pe chupke se aa jaata tha,&lt;br /&gt;tab us ghum ko dil me dabaane ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;mehfil me chehra chhupane ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;Ghum ko apna dost bana leta tha,&lt;br /&gt;kabhi kabhi zara sa muskura leta tha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dil me jab dard sa uthne lagta tha,&lt;br /&gt;roshni se saath jab chhutne lagta tha,&lt;br /&gt;tab andhere ko durr hatane ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;roshni ko kareeb laane ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;Dard ki lau ko hi jalaa leta tha,&lt;br /&gt;kabhi kabhi zara sa muskura leta tha...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ab na dard hai na tanhayi hai,&lt;br /&gt;na roshni hai, na parchhayi hai,&lt;br /&gt;aansu ya ghum ka khazana nahi,&lt;br /&gt;isliye muskurane ka bahana nahi,&lt;br /&gt;tabhi to hum sanjida rehne lage,&lt;br /&gt;aur yeh dekh log bhi kehne lage,&lt;br /&gt;kya khushi se iska koi naata nahi hai?&lt;br /&gt;kyun "benaam" aajkal muskurata nahi hai?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-1814650185919308105?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/1814650185919308105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=1814650185919308105' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/1814650185919308105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/1814650185919308105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/aankhon-me-jab-aansu-chalakne-lagte.html' title=''/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' 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/&gt;Sehra ki reth par woh nikle hai sair karne,&lt;br /&gt;Jal na jaaye kadam unke iska darr hai hume,&lt;br /&gt;Bas sehra me samundar laana hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aur koi chah nahi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unke liye bahut zaruri hai pyar ko saabit karna,&lt;br /&gt;Apne pyar ka ehsaas unko karaana hai,&lt;br /&gt;Bas kucch taj mahal sa banana hai,&lt;br /&gt;Au koi chah nahi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hume dekhte hi woh kucch simat se jaate hai,&lt;br /&gt;Shayad unhe taqleef hai humari shaksiyat se,&lt;br /&gt;Isiliye "Benaam" ban jaana hai,&lt;br /&gt;Aur koi chah nahi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Priyank "Benaam" Shah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-5510614959517359936?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/5510614959517359936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=5510614959517359936' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/5510614959517359936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/5510614959517359936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/ek-shama-se-nay-nayi-dosti-hui-hai-aur.html' title='Aur koi chah nahi'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-8570977810694711559</id><published>2008-05-13T00:22:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-13T00:32:08.583+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>kaun hai jo mere saare dard bhula deta hai,&lt;br /&gt;aur phir wohi naye dard jaga deta hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;deta hai kasme humko ghum na karne ki,&lt;br /&gt;aur yaado me aakar phir khud hi rula deta hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jab bhi pucchte hai kya rishta hai humara,&lt;br /&gt;sharmake pyar ka ek rishta sa jata deta hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hume kehta hai zamaane se chhupane ko pyar,&lt;br /&gt;aur phir khud hi saare zamane ko suna deta hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pehle to karta hai sapno me aane ke waade,&lt;br /&gt;phir khud hi raato me neend se jaga deta hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saamne ho to humse khafa ho jaata hai,&lt;br /&gt;tanhayi me humare liye woh dua karta hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yun to mera naam har pal rehta hai uke lab par,&lt;br /&gt;koi aur pucche to mujhe "Benaam" bata deta hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Priyank "Benaam" Shah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-8570977810694711559?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/8570977810694711559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=8570977810694711559' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8570977810694711559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8570977810694711559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/kaun-hai-jo-mere-saare-dard-bhula-deta.html' title=''/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-6085512047763662220</id><published>2008-05-10T16:28:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-10T16:35:02.783+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana</title><content type='html'>Hey, I was just sitting idle at home n thought I of scribbling something. I just tred to pen down (or rather type down) a complete journey of first love but as most of my other poems are, this one ends in a heartbreak too... Can't help it, thats how I write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have not put in much efforts in writing this one as words just kept on flowing, its just a feeling that you know perfectly. So, you can pen it down easily. So, here's the work...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faagun ki dhup si meri zindagi me,&lt;br /&gt;woh pehla saawan bankar tumhara aana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh pehli nazar me mohabbat ka ehsaas,&lt;br /&gt;woh tera nazakat se palke jhukana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh bedhadak duniya jitne ka tumhara andaz,&lt;br /&gt;Woh tumse milne par mera sharmana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh khamosh rehkar mera tumko dekhte rehna,&lt;br /&gt;Woh ghanto tak tumhara mujhse batiyana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh shaam ko akele milne ke waade,&lt;br /&gt;aur waade karke tumhara bhul jaana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh aahista se meri kareeb aane ki koshish,&lt;br /&gt;woh kaliyon ki tarah tumhara simat jaana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh raato ko dekhna tumhare sapne,&lt;br /&gt;aur kucch aahat si mehsoos karke uth jaana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh dosto se ghanto baatein karna tumhari,&lt;br /&gt;Woh tumhare aane par khamosh ho jaana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh tumse karna rukne ki minnate,&lt;br /&gt;woh tumhara majboor hokar jaana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh muskurakar tumko kehna alvida,&lt;br /&gt;phir raato ko aansu se takiye bhigana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh tumhara mujhse milo dur hona,&lt;br /&gt;woh phir mera tumko paas hi paana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh phone na aane par tumpe gussa hona mera,&lt;br /&gt;Aur tumhari aawaz sunte hi mera pighal jaana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh tumhara mujhko yaad na karna,&lt;br /&gt;Aur mera raatien intezaar me bitana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woh achanak se aapka raah me mil jaana,&lt;br /&gt;Apne dosto ko aapka mujhe "benaam" batana,&lt;br /&gt;Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na shikva hai koi, na shikayat hai koi,&lt;br /&gt;manzoor hai zindagi hume tanha bitana,&lt;br /&gt;Par ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Priyank "Benaam" Shah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-6085512047763662220?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/6085512047763662220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=6085512047763662220' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/6085512047763662220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/6085512047763662220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/ab-mumkin-nahi-hai-tumko-bhulana.html' title='Ab mumkin nahi hai tumko bhulana'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-7961251088083626664</id><published>2008-05-08T19:37:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:30:03.659+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Posted below are my selected posts from my older blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;preetonline.spaces.live.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I switched over here as people cud not leave comments there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can comment on the entries below...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-7961251088083626664?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/7961251088083626664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=7961251088083626664' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/7961251088083626664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/7961251088083626664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/posted-below-are-my-selected-posts-from.html' title='My Blog'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-3849237601420986643</id><published>2008-05-08T19:33:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:29:26.024+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Just a spark of light</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'm so caged in this unbarred world,&lt;br /&gt;There's no sound, not even a word,&lt;br /&gt;No bars, No walls &amp;amp; still I'm locked,&lt;br /&gt;The words are quiet, the thoughts are blocked,&lt;br /&gt;There is no light, not even a spark,&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally lost in this world so dark,&lt;br /&gt;There;s dark within, there's dark without,&lt;br /&gt;No one to hear even if I shout,&lt;br /&gt;I shout, I yell, I hurt, I bruise,&lt;br /&gt;I try to overcome but I just lose,&lt;br /&gt;There's so much of noise within this quiet,&lt;br /&gt;Everything's black within this white,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot survive this deafening silence,&lt;br /&gt;I cannot overcome this invisible fence,&lt;br /&gt;Why only me? Why me out of all?&lt;br /&gt;As I begin to walk, why do I fall?&lt;br /&gt;Protect me, help me, find me, save me,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let this darkness come &amp;amp; enslave me,&lt;br /&gt;I have gone numb, I feel no pain,&lt;br /&gt;Why do they hurt me, what will they gain?&lt;br /&gt;Is this dark my blindness or just a sleep,&lt;br /&gt;It's hurt me and bruised me, really really deep,&lt;br /&gt;I'll give all my knowledge, my riches, my might,&lt;br /&gt;Just a spark of light, Just a spark of light...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Priyank Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-3849237601420986643?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/3849237601420986643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=3849237601420986643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/3849237601420986643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/3849237601420986643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/just-spark-of-light.html' title='Just a spark of light'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-4249142591209715416</id><published>2008-05-08T19:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:29:08.484+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; Your lips, your eyes, your soul&lt;br /&gt;Are like a work of art,&lt;br /&gt;The most creative thing of all&lt;br /&gt;Is your beautiful heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a painting,&lt;br /&gt;No colours could express&lt;br /&gt;The beauty deep inside you,&lt;br /&gt;A rainbow, nothing less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a sculpture&lt;br /&gt;The clay could hardly make&lt;br /&gt;Your figure of an angel&lt;br /&gt;Without one mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a euphony&lt;br /&gt;No choir could really sing&lt;br /&gt;All the beautiful music&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes could possibly bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, an artist,&lt;br /&gt;With inspiration beyond belief&lt;br /&gt;But to capture such rare beauty,&lt;br /&gt;I'd have to be a thief............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-4249142591209715416?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/4249142591209715416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=4249142591209715416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/4249142591209715416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/4249142591209715416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem.html' title='A poem'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-1809849267140347689</id><published>2008-05-08T19:31:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:31:01.243+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let me die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Sitting blankly, staring at sky,&lt;br /&gt;In my thoughts, I wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;Why do I need this purposeless run?&lt;br /&gt;Why is every work supposed to be done?&lt;br /&gt;So much of pain, so much of weaning,&lt;br /&gt;Does this lifeless life have a meaning?&lt;br /&gt;Worthless targets and useless goals,&lt;br /&gt;Living corpses with dying souls,&lt;br /&gt;No friend to embrace, no foes to fight,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is wrong, nor is it right,&lt;br /&gt;No thoughts, no desires, no purpose, no will,&lt;br /&gt;No mind to think, no heart to feel,&lt;br /&gt;Every moment a scar, every moment a death,&lt;br /&gt;Fake smiles on face when eyes are wet,&lt;br /&gt;What is the use of this worthless survival?&lt;br /&gt;No hope is left, no chance of revival,&lt;br /&gt;I want to die just once, not again and again,&lt;br /&gt;Kill me for once, just a one time pain,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me the reason, don't ask me why,&lt;br /&gt;Just let me die, just let me die…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Priyank Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-1809849267140347689?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/1809849267140347689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=1809849267140347689' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/1809849267140347689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/1809849267140347689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/let-me-die.html' title='Let me die'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-3111612458942687561</id><published>2008-05-08T19:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:28:10.155+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kam hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Aa bhi jaao ke Zindagi kam hai,&lt;br /&gt;Tum nahi ho to har khushi kam hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vaada karke bhi yeh kaun nahi aaya,&lt;br /&gt;Is sheher mein aaj roshni kam hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jaane kya ho gaya hai mausam ko,&lt;br /&gt;dhoop zyada hai, chandni kam hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaina dekhkar yeh khayal aaya,&lt;br /&gt;Tumse naa milne par taazgi kam hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaane kyun fizao ne rukh badal diya,&lt;br /&gt;Aaj-kal unki dosti kam hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumhare dar par hum intezaar mein hai,&lt;br /&gt;khuda ke ghar mein aaj bandagi kam hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yaad rakhna mujhe "benaam" hi sahi,&lt;br /&gt;Pehchaan ke liye saari Zindagi kam hai...&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;br /&gt;                                             - Priyank "Benaam" Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-3111612458942687561?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/3111612458942687561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=3111612458942687561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/3111612458942687561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/3111612458942687561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/kam-hai.html' title='Kam hai'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-8857065620840920618</id><published>2008-05-08T19:29:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:32:43.142+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Alone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;They tell me I'm better off as one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;But they don't feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;They walk hand and hand into the sun&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone in the rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;They tell me the problems&lt;br /&gt;They argue, they fight&lt;br /&gt;But they always have someone&lt;br /&gt;To hold in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have each other to love&lt;br /&gt;I have myself to despise&lt;br /&gt;They have someone to kiss and to hug&lt;br /&gt;All I have are the tears in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone I mumble&lt;br /&gt;Alone I call&lt;br /&gt;Alone I stumble&lt;br /&gt;Alone I fall&lt;br /&gt;Alone I wake&lt;br /&gt;Alone I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Alone I remain&lt;br /&gt;Alone I weep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alone is half but never whole&lt;br /&gt;Alone is a body without a soul &lt;/span&gt;                &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Alone is dark&lt;br /&gt;Together is light&lt;br /&gt;Together is peace&lt;br /&gt;Alone is fright&lt;br /&gt;Together is young&lt;br /&gt;Alone is old&lt;br /&gt;Together is warm&lt;br /&gt;But I am cold&lt;/span&gt;    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alone, my whole life has gone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;But I don't want to die alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span&gt;                                    - Priyank Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-8857065620840920618?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/8857065620840920618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=8857065620840920618' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8857065620840920618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8857065620840920618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/alone.html' title='Alone'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-8065160968235339598</id><published>2008-05-08T19:29:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:27:49.847+05:30</updated><title type='text'>In search of identity...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;IN SEARCH OF IDENTITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Walking aimlessly, on this untrodden path,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the thoughtless world unknown,&lt;br /&gt;No friend, no foe, nowhere to go,&lt;br /&gt;Just wandering for identity of my own,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For who am I, I myself dont know,&lt;br /&gt;A friend, a son, and a lot more to all,&lt;br /&gt;I am a lot but still I'm not,&lt;br /&gt;I blindly respond to each and every call,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Where do I go? whom do I tell?&lt;br /&gt;where will I find? whom do I ask?&lt;br /&gt;For everyone seems as aimless as me,&lt;br /&gt;everyone enduring a worthless task,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I have no identity, who am I?&lt;br /&gt;For they don't even know what is my name,&lt;br /&gt;I've a lot of skill and even some talent,&lt;br /&gt;But without my identity, how do I get fame?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I just have a request, or maybe a plea,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more than this I crave,&lt;br /&gt;When I die and rest in peace, engrave,&lt;br /&gt;'in search of identity' on my grave...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                        - Priyank Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-8065160968235339598?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/8065160968235339598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=8065160968235339598' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8065160968235339598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8065160968235339598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/in-search-of-identity.html' title='In search of identity...'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-4904225098460798353</id><published>2008-05-08T19:28:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:33:27.619+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Joint Effort</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: georgia;" id="msgcns!842771BC0A50C055!1221" class="bvMsg"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;This poem is written by me and my friend Neha. We just kept on collecting our thoughts and this poem was created. as this is her 1st effort and so, please give some special appreciation to her, if possible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So, here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Life is a long journey, with roads untrodden,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;where each one is a traveller, looking for a companion,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;though he finds many, but none as pure as his soul,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;so, he chooses to walk alone, alone to reach his goal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but then he needs someone to push him towards his goal,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And the eternal search begins, to make his life whole,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;And this is where his life begins to change,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;suddenly known places, start looking strange,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;where his eyes speak and heart cries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;he cannot find the perfect friend, however hard he tries,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;His innocent soul doesn't know the practicality of life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;So it keeps on wandering, to find just pain and grief,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;which makes him realise that he is ditched,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but every experience makes him enriched,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and this way he learn to live life, to travel the journey,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;to find his way through nights, and even days sunny,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and this makes him sure, there is no end to pain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;there is no longer sun for him, only soggy rain,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and he loves this rain to hide his tears,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;how long does he have to survive with this fears?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;but then at the horizon, he saw a bright view,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;as he went closer, he found that it was you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;all hurt, and bruised and tortured and wet,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;he finally found you, the best he could get,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and then he knew, he was no more alone ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;cuz he had now found, friend forever...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 255);"&gt;                                               &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;- Neha Shavdia &amp;amp; Priyank &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-4904225098460798353?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/4904225098460798353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=4904225098460798353' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/4904225098460798353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/4904225098460798353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/joint-effort.html' title='Joint Effort'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-7322286292038482852</id><published>2008-05-08T19:27:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:26:05.978+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Aaina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aaina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;aaine mein yeh chehra, aaj-kal kyun alag sa dikhta hai,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kyun apni hi shaksiyat se, mujhe ab darr sa lagta hai...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kitni hi kaatil sadiyon se, dil ki dharti mein thi pyaas,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;pyar naa mila to aansu bhi, isko saawan sa lagta hai,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kyun apni hi shaksiyat se, mujhe ab darr sa lagta hai...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Pehle to chamak uthta tha, yeh aaina meri surat dekh,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ab na jaane mera chehra dekh, kyun is se dard jhalakta hai,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kyun apni hi shaksiyat se, mujhe ab darr sa lagta hai...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Is kadar is zamaane mein, har dar pe dil ye toot gaya,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Aaine ko bhi chune se, ab to yeh mann darta hai,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kyun apni hi shaksiyat se, mujhe ab darr sa lagta hai...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Pehle haal-e-dil ki mere, kehta tha kahaani yeh aaina,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ab bhi to dil ka haal hi, yeh aaina chupke se kehta hai,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kyun apni hi shaksiyat se, mujhe ab darr sa lagta hai...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ek daur tha jab phoolon se, hum aaine ko sajaaya karte the,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Ab aaine mein humari tasveer ko, roz koi haar chadhta hai,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kyun apni hi shaksiyat se, mujhe ab darr sa lagta hai...&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;Jis aaine mein apni pehchaan, mein dhoondhta tha kabhi,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;ab wohi aaina mujhko,'Benaam' pukaarta rehta hai,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;kyun apni hi shaksiyat se, mujhe ab darr sa lagta hai...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;                                                  - Priyank "Benaam" Shah&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-7322286292038482852?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/7322286292038482852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=7322286292038482852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/7322286292038482852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/7322286292038482852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/aaina.html' title='Aaina'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-8868195217357437765</id><published>2008-05-08T19:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:32:07.186+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nakaam kar diya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;font-size:100%;" &gt;Humne apna jeevan unke naam kar diya,&lt;br /&gt;Aur unki hi mohabbat ne hume nakaam kar diya...&lt;br /&gt;Mehsoos hi kiya tha unka naam apne hotho par ke,&lt;br /&gt;Badnaami ka unhone humpe ilzaam kar diya,&lt;br /&gt;unki hi mohabat ne hume naakaam kar diya...&lt;br /&gt;Humko unke aane se aagaaz nazar aaya,&lt;br /&gt;Aur unhone muuh pher ke anjaam kar diya,&lt;br /&gt;unki hi mohabbat ne hume naakaam kar diya...&lt;br /&gt;Humko to unke dil mein koi jagah nahi mili,&lt;br /&gt;Unhone humare dard mein makaam kar diya,&lt;br /&gt;unki hi mohabbat ne hume naakaam kar diya...&lt;br /&gt;Kabr se humare kucch mitthi hum hi le gaye,&lt;br /&gt;Unke hi aangan mein humne gulfaam kar diya,&lt;br /&gt;unki hi mohabbat ne hume naakaam kar diya...&lt;br /&gt;charcha tha humara aashiquo ke shahar mein,&lt;br /&gt;woh mashoor ho gaye, hume 'Benaam' kar diya,&lt;br /&gt;unki hi mohabbat ne hume naakaam kar diya...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Priyank 'Benaam' Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-8868195217357437765?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/8868195217357437765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=8868195217357437765' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8868195217357437765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8868195217357437765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/nakaam-kar-diya.html' title='Nakaam kar diya'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-25097162180056702</id><published>2008-05-08T19:25:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:25:01.058+05:30</updated><title type='text'>KYA YAHI PYAR KEHLATA HAI?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KYA YAHI PYAR KEHLATA HAI?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Lehro ko to yeh pata hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ke kinare se milkar woh beh jaayegi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phir samundar mein pighalkar woh reh jaayegi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apne astitva ko daav par lagaakar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kyun lehro ko kinara bhata hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kya yahi pyar kehlata hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Parwana kyun shama ke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;chaaro aur mandarata hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;usko shama mein aisa kya bhaa jaata hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeh jaankar ki saamne anth hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;parwana shama ko gale lagaata hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kya yahi pyar kehlata hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mom sab kucch jaankar bhi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;baati ko apni dil mein basaati hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;aur baati ke saath woh khud bhi pighal jaati hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;koi nahi jaanta hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kya mom aur baati ka naata hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kya yahi pyar kehlata hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kyun baarish ki yeh boonde,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dharti ko milne ki chah mein  itraati hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Khud ko mita ke woh dharti ke dil mein bas jaati hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;khud ko dharti ke hawaale dekar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saawan bhi kya pata hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kya yahi pyar kehlata hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unki yaad ke bina ek saans bhi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ab to hume Gunaah lagti hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unke ghamo ko humari aanko mein panaah milti hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Unke ke bina jab zindagi ko,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Koi "Benaam" hi bataata hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kya yahi pyar kehlata hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                               - Priyank "Benaam" Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-25097162180056702?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/25097162180056702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=25097162180056702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/25097162180056702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/25097162180056702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/kya-yahi-pyar-kehlata-hai.html' title='KYA YAHI PYAR KEHLATA HAI?'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-72348319268454960</id><published>2008-05-08T19:24:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:24:39.306+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Kyon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kyon hum zindagi se, zindagi humse naraaz hoti hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kyon khushiyon ke beech bhi aankhen udaas hoti hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Inki baaho mein to samundar leta hai angdaai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phir kyun kinaaro mein sadiyon ki pyaas hoti hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Juda hai humari raahein yeh hum bhi jaante hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Phir kyun har aahat tumhare aane ka ehsaas hoti hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chaand sitare paana to hum bhi chahte hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Roshni kyun sirf unke hi aas-paas hoti hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Humko to yeh saara aalam jaanta tha kabhi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kyon aaine mein ab shaksiyat ki talaash hoti hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Yeh bahaare, yeh mehfil kyon chhod chale hai hum?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kyon ab hume bas tanhaayi hi raas hoti hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;In aankhon mein kisi ka intezaar rehta tha kabhi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kyon ab ashk ki chand boonde hi paas hoti hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Hum to chahkar bhi nahi mitaa sakte khud ko,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tumhari dhadkano se judi kyun meri saans hoti hai?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ab to saanson ne bhi unke aane ki umeed chhod di,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"Benaam" ko kyon ab bhi unke aane ki aas hoti hai?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                              - Priyank "Benaam" Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-72348319268454960?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/72348319268454960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=72348319268454960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/72348319268454960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/72348319268454960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/kyon.html' title='Kyon'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-584189880029851644</id><published>2008-05-08T19:22:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:24:10.556+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its all in your eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;It’s all in your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As slow and mild the sun will rise,&lt;br /&gt;the beauty is nothing before your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with time the mist will drift,&lt;br /&gt;as I see you my heart will lift,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reds, the blues and the pinks in sky,&lt;br /&gt;are low to your beauty that caught my eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re better than the sunset, more divine,&lt;br /&gt;for more than the sunset; your eyes do shine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Millions of colours make the sunset,&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes seem more colourful yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are truly special, truly blessed,&lt;br /&gt;Tenderly made and heavenly graced,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun goes deep within the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Like you have always been within me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your tender eyes make the sun rise,&lt;br /&gt;You make the lows, you make the highs,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing called Nature, no one all-wise,&lt;br /&gt;You are the Goddess, its all in your Eyes…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Priyank Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-584189880029851644?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/584189880029851644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=584189880029851644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/584189880029851644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/584189880029851644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-all-in-your-eyes.html' title='Its all in your eyes'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-210086700252490517</id><published>2008-05-07T23:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:23:08.541+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Why??/</title><content type='html'>Why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without a reason, why do I smile?&lt;br /&gt;Why is life suddenly worthwhile?&lt;br /&gt;Why does a song hum in my thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I suddenly out of all knots?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I miss you when you are there?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I remember, why do I care?&lt;br /&gt;We both have nothing to talk at all&lt;br /&gt;Yet why do we wait for each other’s call?&lt;br /&gt;Why does the moon now seem so bright?&lt;br /&gt;Why do dreams now find me at night?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I suddenly free of all pain?&lt;br /&gt;Why does my heart dance again &amp;amp; again?&lt;br /&gt;Why does everyone seem to be in bliss?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I suddenly feel like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I now on Cloud number nine?&lt;br /&gt;Why does everything seem to be fine?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I smiling against all odd?&lt;br /&gt;Why does it seem like I am GOD?&lt;br /&gt;Why do words float in my mind?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't I want to now look behind?&lt;br /&gt;I smell victory in every breath I take,&lt;br /&gt;Why do all failures now seem to be fake?&lt;br /&gt;Why does life gift me with glory?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel I finally have a story?&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you move away from my sight?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I think of you even when I write?&lt;br /&gt;Why did suddenly, my whole life change?&lt;br /&gt;Why did this happen, isn’t it strange?&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t I care about what others think?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I stare at you without a blink?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that sometimes I don't say a word,&lt;br /&gt;but all my feelings can still be heard?&lt;br /&gt;Why can’t I express what I feel?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I not know how to reveal?&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that I am feeling so high?&lt;br /&gt;Why am I asking all this, Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Priyank Shah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-210086700252490517?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/210086700252490517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=210086700252490517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/210086700252490517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/210086700252490517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/why.html' title='Why??/'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-2777286097189139649</id><published>2008-05-07T23:56:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:22:17.801+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Until Forever</title><content type='html'>Hey, This time, its not my work but I adore this one completely... They r just so awesome words... I dunno how some1 can express so...so... completely... Each word is full of emotions... Neways, rather than describing it, I'll show it to you, decide 4 urself.... Here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until Forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until stars have lost their sparkle&lt;br /&gt;Until the sun refuses to shine&lt;br /&gt;Until the flowers fail to bloom&lt;br /&gt;You will always be forever mine.&lt;br /&gt;Until lightning ceases to strike&lt;br /&gt;Until the snowflakes stop falling&lt;br /&gt;Until rainbows have no ending&lt;br /&gt;Your name I'll always be calling&lt;br /&gt;Until eternal time stops ticking&lt;br /&gt;Until skies are no longer blue,&lt;br /&gt;Until my heart stops beating&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be in love with you&lt;br /&gt;-Anonymous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-2777286097189139649?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/2777286097189139649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=2777286097189139649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/2777286097189139649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/2777286097189139649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/until-forever.html' title='Until Forever'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-4814328734127619928</id><published>2008-05-07T23:54:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:21:34.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ek se hai</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;    Ek se hai       &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Panchi nadiyan chand sitare ek se hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;yaani saare ishq ke maare ek se hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Sagar hoon mein, jaau kis or, lehre lekar,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mere liye to dono kinare ek se hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ho chandan ya ho koi chita ki lakdi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Doobte hue ko saare sahare ek se hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;toote hue dil ke dilwale se pucchte kya ho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Uske liye to patjhad bahare ek se hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Saare ghum ko aansu barabar mein deta hoon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mere liye to naye purane ek se hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ginti karo to shayad tumhe pata chalega,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Mere aansu aur ye taare ek se hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ghum to aakhir ghum hota hai, ghum ka kya hai,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Zakhm to aakhir mere tumhare ek se hai...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                       - Priyank "Benaam" Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-4814328734127619928?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/4814328734127619928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=4814328734127619928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/4814328734127619928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/4814328734127619928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/ek-se-hai.html' title='Ek se hai'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-1170044915212021447</id><published>2008-05-07T23:53:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:21:08.614+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Silent Sound</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;This is one of my very initial poems, but so true till date... Mayb thats only cuz I can relate to it, or then mayb it actually is precious... Neways, I'm no one 2 decide so, here it goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silent Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear a silent murmur,&lt;br /&gt;And it makes me wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Is this my scars ad bruises calling me?&lt;br /&gt;Or is this some dream which I see?&lt;br /&gt;Is this some past which has recollected?&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe, its future, interpreted,&lt;br /&gt;It might be this night, wanting for dawn,&lt;br /&gt;Or winds in search of, mysteries unknown,&lt;br /&gt;Moving in my mind, might be the memories,&lt;br /&gt;Or I might have remembered some untrodden stories.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not even a friend, nor is it a foe,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know the sound, or maybe I know,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not even pain, harsh and soar,&lt;br /&gt;But it’s my heart, wanting for more…&lt;br /&gt;- Priyank Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-1170044915212021447?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/1170044915212021447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=1170044915212021447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/1170044915212021447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/1170044915212021447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/silent-sound.html' title='Silent Sound'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-7712356111758998526</id><published>2008-05-07T23:48:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:20:07.221+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Lonely Tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I want to be alone, She thought I want to be lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I said lets have a walk, She thought I'll never stand only,&lt;br /&gt;I said I want some space, She thought I want solitude,&lt;br /&gt;I said I need some peace, She thought I showed her attitude,&lt;br /&gt;I said I can't express, She thought I don’t want to say,&lt;br /&gt;I said I’d like to join you, She thought I'm in her way,&lt;br /&gt;I said I don't know it, She thought I don’t want to share,&lt;br /&gt;I said I'll give you freedom, She thought I don’t even care,&lt;br /&gt;I said I can explain, She thought I'm trying to cover,&lt;br /&gt;I said I love you a lot, She thought our friendship is over,&lt;br /&gt;I said you are mine, She thought I was possessive,&lt;br /&gt;I said I'll die for you, She thought I was aggressive,&lt;br /&gt;I said I really need you, She thought I was too selfish,&lt;br /&gt;I said lets hold our hands, She thought I was too childish,&lt;br /&gt;I said I'll do the listening, She thought I don’t want to talk,&lt;br /&gt;I said lets both of us settle; She thought I don’t want to walk,&lt;br /&gt;And then I said no more, She turned around sighing,&lt;br /&gt;How can I even call her, even words leave you after dying...&lt;br /&gt;Was it something which I said, or something which she thought,&lt;br /&gt;Neither were we together, nor did we fought...&lt;br /&gt;And now I regret those days, those days when she was near,&lt;br /&gt;But the only one to hear me, is me and a lonely tear...&lt;br /&gt;- Priyank Shah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-7712356111758998526?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/7712356111758998526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=7712356111758998526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/7712356111758998526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/7712356111758998526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/lonely-tear_07.html' title='A Lonely Tear'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-5237816665793847442</id><published>2008-05-07T23:42:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:15:08.544+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Raindrops</title><content type='html'>Raindrop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If words could fall like raindrops&lt;br /&gt;From these lips of mine&lt;br /&gt;And if I had a thousand years&lt;br /&gt;I'd still run out of time&lt;br /&gt;To express my love for you&lt;br /&gt;I cannot even start&lt;br /&gt;All the words now fail me&lt;br /&gt;You have to read my heart.&lt;br /&gt;If I could have just one wish,&lt;br /&gt;I would be a drop of rain,&lt;br /&gt;I’d then roll close to your ear,&lt;br /&gt;And whisper to you, my pain,&lt;br /&gt;But I doubt I have a wish,&lt;br /&gt;Nor do I know the art,&lt;br /&gt;So the whispers are now silent,&lt;br /&gt;You have to read my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Don't raindrops have their identity?&lt;br /&gt;Do they always have to be Oceans?&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t silence have its meaning?&lt;br /&gt;Do words always back emotions?&lt;br /&gt;I fail to answer any of these,&lt;br /&gt;These questions are my part,&lt;br /&gt;Yet the answer is there with me,&lt;br /&gt;You have to read my heart.&lt;br /&gt;- Priyank Shah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-5237816665793847442?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/5237816665793847442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=5237816665793847442' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/5237816665793847442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/5237816665793847442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/raindrops.html' title='Raindrops'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-4070566798882142244</id><published>2008-05-07T23:38:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:13:32.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Free...at last</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:BlackChancery;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:BlackChancery;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond,Times,Serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Free...At Last&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:BlackChancery;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Garamond,Times,Serif;"&gt;My life was nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But sheer enslavement,&lt;br /&gt;Even a free breath,&lt;br /&gt;Would be big achievement,&lt;br /&gt;Who was I a slave to?&lt;br /&gt;I myself don't know,&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t find a way,&lt;br /&gt;Nor a place to go,&lt;br /&gt;I seemed to be free,&lt;br /&gt;I was tied by none.&lt;br /&gt;But yet I was a slave,&lt;br /&gt;To millions, not one,&lt;br /&gt;Now I’m chained,&lt;br /&gt;In this false city of relations,&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I see,&lt;br /&gt;I just view new expectations,&lt;br /&gt;I try to break free,&lt;br /&gt;But all in vain,&lt;br /&gt;I have everything to lose,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing to gain,&lt;br /&gt;And then I’m bonded,&lt;br /&gt;In this world of materials,&lt;br /&gt;Where I’m the serf,&lt;br /&gt;And cravings are imperials,&lt;br /&gt;But then I’m even trapped,&lt;br /&gt;In my own edge of thought,&lt;br /&gt;I try to break free,&lt;br /&gt;But again I’m caught,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to run,&lt;br /&gt;I have no place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;No one cares for me,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody is by my side,&lt;br /&gt;Now everyone is sad,&lt;br /&gt;But I am in glee,&lt;br /&gt;Because six feet under,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:BlackChancery;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond,Times,Serif;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;font-family:BlackChancery;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Garamond,Times,Serif;" &gt;I feel I’m free…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-4070566798882142244?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/4070566798882142244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=4070566798882142244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/4070566798882142244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/4070566798882142244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/freeat-last.html' title='Free...at last'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-8026257228676623908</id><published>2008-05-07T23:27:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:09:58.905+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My first Hindi Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jaa rahe ho dost, apne waado ko tod ke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Zindagi ki raah mein, mujhe tum akela chhod ke,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;kya mujhse koi khata huyi, ya kismat mujhse rooth gayi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apni barso ki ye dosti, jo palbhar mein yun toot gayi,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Shaayad maine koi khata ki ho, par tum kya kar rahe ho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Apne waado ko tod ke, tum to gunaah kar rahe ho,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Jeevan mein koi majboori hai, ya humara saath gavaara nahin,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Tu to mera sahara hai, par kya mein tera sahara nahin???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Ye aankhen nahin royegi, chahe kitna bhi ho ghum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Kyunki rona to bhool hi gaye, tumse milke hum,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Chahe tum naa aao, milne ke bahaane,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Par tumhe aana hi padega, meri cheeta jalane&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                         - Priyank "Benaam" Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-8026257228676623908?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/8026257228676623908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=8026257228676623908' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8026257228676623908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/8026257228676623908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/my-first-hindi-poem.html' title='My first Hindi Poem'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-3285107008680576312</id><published>2008-05-07T23:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:09:41.209+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A lonely tear</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Its just that when heart is overburdened with millions of thoughts, with no one to hear, they overflow in form of words. It just might be another bunch of words for some, but it is, for me, my own identity. Well, here it goes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I want to be alone, She thought I want to be lonely,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said lets have a walk, She thought I'll never stand only,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I want some space, She thought I want solitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I need some peace, She thought I showed her attitude,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I can't express, She thought I dont want to say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I'ld like to join you, She thought I'm in her way,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I don't know it, She thought I dont want to share,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I'll give you freedom, She thought I dont even care,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I can explain, She thought I'm trying to cover,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I love you a lot, She thought our friendship is over,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said you are mine, She thought I was possessive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I'll die for you, She thought I was aggressive,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I really need you, She thought I was too selfish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said lets hold our hands, She thought I was too childish,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said I'll do the listening, She thought I dont want to talk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I said lets both of us settle, She thought I dont want to walk,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And then I said no more, She turned around sighing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;how can I even call her, even words leave you after dying...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Was it something which I said, or something which she thought,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Niether were we together, nor did we fought...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;And now I regret those days, those days when she was near,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;But the only one to hear me, is me and a lonely tear...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.msn.com/x1pAdjo0uCo2H0xFfqiZqD3S2WJ6Y0HJ7AW0EQJA6UrsqQ0dZgNL0d7cwTd4In7lsGYPLTdD5hyqPAUCpi1NpII_vy90qBnu8WxNl1hadRxbXMAkfM6l0SYAjklOFKw0MaRFSP2F-_NGg5-_fK6GXkzGg" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;                                                         - Priyank Shah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-3285107008680576312?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/3285107008680576312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=3285107008680576312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/3285107008680576312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/3285107008680576312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/lonely-tear.html' title='A lonely tear'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-6547506836314570725</id><published>2008-05-07T23:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:08:48.522+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A poem for a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was sitting alone (not lonely) last night and I just thought of messaging a friend. So just at the spur of the moment I made this lil poem for her. Its just plain words with a lot of feelings put 2gether. I just felt like sharing it with you. So, here it goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The glazing stars in the moonlit night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;are nothing compared to your smile so bright,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;when I am low and heart is sad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;thought of your's makes me glad,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I'll give a million years of mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;just to see your black eyes shine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;forgeting old friends, you may look for someone new,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but all my life, I'll be right here waiting for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Incase you want to share your feelings with a special friend, feel free to use it. But make sure you mean it when you give this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-6547506836314570725?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/6547506836314570725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=6547506836314570725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/6547506836314570725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/6547506836314570725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/poem-for-friend.html' title='A poem for a friend'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-527997981197876606</id><published>2008-05-07T23:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:08:04.948+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Some beautiful thoughts from "Tuesdays with Morrie"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;So many people walk around with a meaningless life. They seem half-asleep, even when they're busy doing things they think are important. This is because they're chasing the wrong things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;These thoughts are from "Tuesdays with Morrie" by Mitch Albom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I felt as if time were suddenly precious, water going down an open drain, and I could not move quickly enough.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(On his favourite Uncle's death)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Accept what you are able to do and what you are not able to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Accept the past as past, without denying it or discarding it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Learn to forgive yourself and to forgive others&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Don't assume that its too late toget involved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I asked myself, 'am I going towithdraw from the world, like most people do, or am I going to live?' I decided I'm going to live --- or at least try to live --- the way I want, with dignity, with courage, with humor, with composure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;There are some mornings when I cry and cry and mourn for myself. Some mornings, Im so angry and bitter. But it doesn't last too long. Then I get up and say, 'I want to live...'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;What happened to me? I askedmyself. Morrie's high,smoky voice took me back to my university years, when I thought rich people are evil, a shirt and tie were prison clothes, and life without freedom to get up and go --- motorcycle beneath you, breeze on your face, down the strrets of paris, into the mountains of Tibet --- was not a good life at all. What happened to me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I traded lots of dreams for a bigger paycheck, and I never even realized I was doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Dying is only one thing to be sad over, Mitch. Living unhappily is something else.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The culture we have does not make people feel good about themselves. We're teaching the wrong things. And you have to be strong enough to say if the culture doesn't work, dont buy it. Create your own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Life is a series of pulls back and forth. You want to do one thing, but you are bound to do somwthing else. Something hurts you, yet you know it shouldn't. You take certian things for granted, even when you know you should never take anything for granted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell where his influence stops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Everyone knows they're going to die but nobody believes it. If we did, we would do things differently.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Once you learn how to die, you learn how to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(When Morrie's body was getting paralysed, he said) It's the ultimate sign of dependency. I will enjoy the process. I get to be baby one more time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;More to be added as I will go on reading the book, its not a book, its a lesson of a lifetime.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-527997981197876606?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/527997981197876606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=527997981197876606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/527997981197876606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/527997981197876606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/some-beautiful-thoughts-from-tuesdays.html' title='Some beautiful thoughts from &quot;Tuesdays with Morrie&quot;'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-5376213280586301505</id><published>2008-05-07T23:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:07:27.660+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Dried Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The flowers have dried between the heavy pages of the mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers of memories picked up from paths treaded&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts gazed at lovingly&lt;br /&gt;Some that got crushed in proving their existence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are those that time has made powdery and frail&lt;br /&gt;Some, that have turned to flower dust, unpreservable&lt;br /&gt;Blowing away and scattering around each time the pages open&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dust of soft yellowish brown feelings&lt;br /&gt;Fragile delicate memories&lt;br /&gt;Settling on the hands and body, enveloping me gently for a few moments till&lt;br /&gt;I stand and brush it off&lt;br /&gt;And let it go forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some torn reminiscences that I lift my hand to reluctantly discard&lt;br /&gt;But keep them back&lt;br /&gt;For their torn form beautifies them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile at the gossamer pieces of brownness&lt;br /&gt;And close the book again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-5376213280586301505?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/5376213280586301505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=5376213280586301505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/5376213280586301505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/5376213280586301505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/dried-flowers.html' title='Dried Flowers'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-1834259687508479725</id><published>2008-05-07T23:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:07:11.042+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thoughts'/><title type='text'>Insecured Freedom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;The boat, tied close to the shore. Attached and secure in her being bound. Proud that the storm shall not overcome her. Illusioned and happy to belong to the post she’s tied to. Negligent of the frail rope by which she is bound. Negligent of its straining…the opening up of its swirls.&lt;br /&gt;And then a day when she finds herself loose, untied and unsure. Forced towards the rough unwelcoming sea. Drifting off aimlessly, insecure, susceptible to storms, vulnerable to winds………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But free&lt;br /&gt;Free to explore&lt;br /&gt;Discovering a freedom that comes of insecurity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taaruf rog ho jaaye, to us ko bhoolna behtar&lt;br /&gt;Taaluq bojh ban jaaye, to us ko todna accha&lt;br /&gt;Who afsaana jise anjaam tak, laana na ho mumkin&lt;br /&gt;Use ek khoobsurat mod dekar chhodna accha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-1834259687508479725?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/1834259687508479725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=1834259687508479725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/1834259687508479725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/1834259687508479725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/insecured-freedom.html' title='Insecured Freedom'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6347132790390632127.post-7099438308631152021</id><published>2008-05-06T17:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-05-08T23:05:25.826+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poems'/><title type='text'>Dard bhari mehfil</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;:( Is dard bhari mehfil mein, kyun bolta koi nahin,&lt;br /&gt;Mein aise raste par hoon, jahaa aata koi nahin,&lt;br /&gt;Ruku to manzilen hi manzilen, chalu to raasta koi nahin,&lt;br /&gt;Duniya ki pehchaan hai mujhe, mujhe pehchaanta koi nahin,&lt;br /&gt;Sitam guzre hai 'Benaam' par, mujhe sataata koi nahin,&lt;br /&gt;zakhm khaane ki aadat si ho gayi hai, Zakhm dikhaata koi nahin... &lt;img src="http://spaces.msn.com/rte/emoticons/smile_embaressed.gif" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6347132790390632127-7099438308631152021?l=priyank-shah.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/feeds/7099438308631152021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6347132790390632127&amp;postID=7099438308631152021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/7099438308631152021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6347132790390632127/posts/default/7099438308631152021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://priyank-shah.blogspot.com/2008/05/dard-bhari-mehfil.html' title='Dard bhari mehfil'/><author><name>Priyank</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17171041685930214485</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_nCQ5cOy2TC4/SCGzUQHUb0I/AAAAAAAAAAM/4OtHZ4JBgPc/S220/27-04-%2708+(166)1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
