tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41432846736857503532012-02-16T06:23:23.341-08:00Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.comBlogger171100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-2349736276157643012011-03-06T12:36:00.001-08:002011-03-06T12:36:53.805-08:00There it is<br />There it is not<br /><br /><br />...Is this the beginning<br />or<br />beginning of an end?<br /><br /><br />The rainbow exists<br />minus the hues..<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-234973627615764301?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-51885583310951071192010-09-10T04:20:00.000-07:002010-12-24T23:37:36.239-08:00You creep into my nerves <br />And then make me what I’m not<br /><br />I know you’re silly<br />(I’m, too)<br />I know you’re gracefully woman<br />(That’s the ink to my imagination)<br />I know you’re selfish<br />(so, who is not?)<br />I know you’re unnecessarily logical<br />(which makes me angry, makes me drink, and makes me write poetry)<br />I know you’re pompous <br />(I blame the time, blame the ambitious age)<br /><br />The coffee, the beer, the chai<br />The maggi, the fruits, the dal- plain one <br />Everything has some memories attached to us<br />Memories mean more to me than you<br />Since I know you’re nothing but a memory<br /><br />I’m camouflaged <br />By my own ifs and buts<br />By my own doubts and confidence<br /><br />But you’re vivid<br />Vivid like a day bright…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-5188558331095107119?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-90886805648499883542010-06-07T04:29:00.000-07:002010-06-07T04:30:59.079-07:00Muthitu tan koi mar<br />Xobdo bur t di lo dhar<br /><br />Mor buku korkosh<br />khori<br />...<br />Nisphol tur kuthar...<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">KULHARI<br />..........<br /><br />Kass ke band kar mutthi... <br />Shabdo ko de dhaar<br /><br />Mera dil hai kathin lakri<br />Nishphal tera prahaar..</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-9088680564849988354?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-3048801589292110252010-04-03T02:16:00.000-07:002010-06-24T00:08:31.028-07:00Xukurbaror xei xopon-loga xondhya<br />bhur-bhuriyakoi goji uthil orthoboh mounota<br /><br />Tumar hatot ekhon kaata samos<br />Mor hatot ekhon suri<br />Kaxot keipah man golap- plastikor<br /><br />Abeg bor kati kati <br />ami je ki triptire khalu! <br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;"><br />(Shukravar ki woh shyam)<br /><br />Shukravar ki woh shyam<br />Jisme bhune huwe the sapne<br /><br />Jaise bhur bhuri mitti se nikalti hai ankur<br />Waise hi bhur bhurakar nikli khamoshi<br /><br />Tumhare haath main dhunya<br />Mere haath main churi<br />Bagal main tha gulab-plastic ka<br />kat kat kar key humne kata aur <br />tukra tukra karke kha gaye sare soch-bichar<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-304880158929211025?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-48079212361319340342010-03-22T01:49:00.000-07:002010-03-22T02:05:48.286-07:00Tum roop badal sakti ho<br />Meethi meethi batein kar sakti ho<br />Badal sakti ho apni kaaya<br /><br />Apni prakat vakshya se<br />kar sakti ho tum kisiko bhi kabu mein-<br />dev, devta, manushya athva kinnar<br /><br />Bhaala kisiko kya pata kitni ho tum zahreeli<br /><br />Kamaal ki cheez ho tum<br />Kamaal ki cheez ho tum<br /><br />Office mein, seher mein, ghar mein<br />sab mein tum jao<br />Mere pas mat aao<br /><br />Mein jo Krishna nahi hoon.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-4807921236131934034?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-67869154819866600512010-01-07T23:31:00.000-08:002010-01-08T02:04:32.994-08:00<em><span style="color:#ffffcc;">My ode to a new dawn: a song on the eve of 2010.</span></em><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffcc00;"><strong>Till the guitar cries...</strong><br /></span><br />Let the fire leap in the air<br />light up our faces<br />so that we see each other<br />eyes to eyes<br />heart to heart<br />And hum<br />the rhythm of life<br /><br />Pour a li'l wine<br />strum the strings<br />snap the fingers<br />and whistle out the worries of life<br /><br />Let the fire leap in the air<br />and burn<br />that pollutes our moment of joy<br />Let the chorus stir our lives<br />and ignite<br />the possibilities burried deep in our heart<br /><br />We'll sing<br />We'll dance<br />We'll drink<br />to ward off the evils of despair<br />Till the guitar cries...<br /><br />Pour a li'l wine<br />Pour a li'l wine<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-6786915481986660051?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-55676315760047445832009-10-28T05:42:00.000-07:002009-10-31T14:48:12.306-07:00These are my last words of life<br />Yes…<br />My heart that is pumping for these twenty six years<br />Strong blue veins<br />Deep, bright eyes<br />Everything will become numb and cold<br /><br />End will all unanswered, illogical questions<br />Silent will be those unending echoes of emotions<br />Choked will be my unwoven ocean of imaginations<br /><br />In a strong, ruthless rope<br />will be hanging my defeated pessimism<br />My vain, undaunted ego<br /><br />Remain there will only a life<br />Soft and serene.<br />Like the placid stream in December...<br /><br /><br />(Original Assamese one:<br /><strong><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><em><span style="font-size:100%;">Aaji rati moi atmo honon korim…</span></em></span><br /></strong><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><em><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Eikeitai mor jiwonor xex xobdo<br />O...<br />iman din dhori dhop dhopai thoka mor olindo<br />Prokot nila xirabor<br />Toh toh koi anoborot jwoli thoka soku duta<br />Hoi poribo stobdho aru xeta</span></em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><em><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Xex hoi jabo xokolu beberi bang prosno<br />Nistbdho hoi jabo vabonar umal anuronon<br />Kok bokai kok bokai joti poribo<br />Mor xokolu jotil kolpona<br /><br />Edal fit fitiya rosit<br />Ulomi thakibo mor noiraiswo<br />Mor misa atmo-ohonkar </span></em></span><br /><span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:78%;" ><em><span style="font-size:100%;"><br />Thaki jabo mathu ek xukumol jiwon</span>…)</em></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-5567631576004744583?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-75185176450333485412009-09-14T05:45:00.000-07:002009-09-14T05:51:31.782-07:00Bob, my friend, pats in my back<br />And says “every little thing gonna be all right”<br />But, who knows what is there for us…<br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/Sq47dVbLl3I/AAAAAAAAANE/k8TjSpqSNQQ/s1600-h/12.jpg"></a><br />There’s dawn and there’s dusk<br />There’s tear and there’s smile<br />One day you come like a kingfisher<br />To whisper a song of life <a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/Sq48JY_BAXI/AAAAAAAAANM/OuLnrgqhy-U/s1600-h/12.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381304736777568626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 105px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/Sq48JY_BAXI/AAAAAAAAANM/OuLnrgqhy-U/s200/12.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Another day you bring<br />Those venomous whips, pangs without relief…<br /><br />For a change, let me ask, for a change could we change our destiny?<br />Our compulsions?<br />The way time tests my patience?<br />Your robotic life?<br /><br />I’m marching ahead or mingling down - buried in this daily dilemma<br />I’m what I’m not…<br /><br />Bob, my friend, pats in my back<br />And says “every little thing gonna be all right”<br /><br />But who knows what is there for us…<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-7518517645033348541?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-30515926726297771822009-08-13T04:22:00.000-07:002009-08-13T04:24:13.725-07:00<span style="font-family:arial;">aaj bohut kuch kehne ka man kar gaya<br />achanak se<br />kaafi dino key baad<br /><br />Suraj dhhalne se pehle<br />ek chidiya dekhi thi<br />barish hone se pehle<br />ek tukra badal dekha tha<br />kali si<br />duphar ki kari dhup mein<br />ek pakshi dekha tha<br />akele<br />fadfadaate hue...<br /><br />shaayad...<br />shaayad isiliye<br />aaj bahut kuch kehne ka man kar gaya<br />Kaafi dino key baad<br />Achanak</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-3051592672629777182?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-90495632704367848632009-06-29T03:53:00.000-07:002009-06-29T04:08:52.835-07:00<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SkiggNnS-kI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3E1NUlhXIMQ/s1600-h/c5.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352704632400575042" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SkiggNnS-kI/AAAAAAAAAL0/3E1NUlhXIMQ/s200/c5.jpg" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-9049563270436784863?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-62538004235679928252009-02-18T23:03:00.000-08:002009-03-15T06:12:57.390-07:00Come come...<br />Wholesale poetry market<br />You give me ‘chaka-chak’ feelings<br />I’ll give you warm poetry <div><p>-------------------------</p><p>OK then...<br />You become a stone-statue<br />I’ll become a piece of frozen ice</p><p><br />By being another ‘statue of liberty '<br />You’ll continue a heritage<br />Mingling with whisky I’ll become a sensation!<br /><br /><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SZ0jOQDkfjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2Oi8ozaHTZE/s1600-h/poem.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304434663847394866" style="margin: 0px 0px 10px 10px; float: right; width: 109px; height: 200px;" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SZ0jOQDkfjI/AAAAAAAAAIA/2Oi8ozaHTZE/s200/poem.jpg" border="0" /></a>----------------------------</p><p>Knock knock knock<br />“Is God at home? I’m in a deep trouble you know.<br />Would have been better if I meet him once.”</p><p>“ No no. He’s not at home.<br />Had gone with Narendra Modi for an important meeting.<br />Appointment full. Please come after 400 years.”</p><p>------------------------------</p><p>Come<br />Let’s play hide and seek<br />You become destiny<br />I’ll become ocean of ambitions!</p><p>--------------------------------</p><p>Ya, it’s true...<br />In Dhritarashtra’s land<br />Duryodhan is the fittest king<br />Panchapandava parties everyday!</p><p>-------------------------------</p></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-6253800423567992825?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-90572756699100589302008-12-23T00:25:00.000-08:002009-01-29T03:08:05.312-08:00<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SYGN9ezHe2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8f3g3KJg5hU/s1600-h/blog.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296670724143414114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 88px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SYGN9ezHe2I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/8f3g3KJg5hU/s200/blog.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Peep into my eyes </span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">and behold for a while</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Float in my blood cells</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">sit upon my heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">the fusion of beats might tell you a story</span></span><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SVCisazJEII/AAAAAAAAAGI/H_LJBO8knD0/s1600-h/SOUL.jpg"><span style="color:#999999;"></span></a><span style="color:#999999;"><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">how secluded medows search for sunshine</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Hop to the right heart</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">listen to that cowboy story</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">how one day the the tiger kills the liar</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></span><br /><span style="color:#999999;"><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">Rise high and climb to the cells above</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">chaotic and creepy</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">wild and impulsive</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">soft and fragile</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">When you come out and find a lanky</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">never be confused-that's not me</span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;">nor am i that where you'd roamed around...</span><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-9057275669910058930?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-33755037425878792772008-11-06T05:29:00.000-08:002008-11-06T05:31:20.211-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SRLxYickHAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/H-NNrMinXCQ/s1600-h/Fish....jpg"><img style="cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 128px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SRLxYickHAI/AAAAAAAAAFU/H-NNrMinXCQ/s200/Fish....jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5265536318215298050" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-3375503742587879277?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-81750766646147346202008-09-25T06:35:00.000-07:002008-09-25T07:00:19.284-07:00<span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >The Oxygen is flowing in my nerves</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >I can feel the palpitation</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >Yes</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />It's going from my left brain to my hands</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >fingers, knee &amp; toe</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Feeding every atom</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Faster&amp; deeper like a snake</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />Blood, choler, phlegm and sperm</span> <a style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SNuXaGN3uaI/AAAAAAAAACY/nH4tXLKMrpM/s1600-h/tree.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 195px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SNuXaGN3uaI/AAAAAAAAACY/nH4tXLKMrpM/s200/tree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249956265231628706" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >Dust, tree, rain and stone</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />All deciding the fate of the days-</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >An obvious yesterday</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />A happening today</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />And a pregnant tomorrow</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />Suddenly</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >It's all silent</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" >Dark &amp; dreary</span> <span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Numb and cold</span> <span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 102);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">The Oxygen is becoming Carbon</span><span style="color: rgb(51, 153, 153);">..</span>.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-8175076664614734620?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-19748381378412453422008-09-19T05:16:00.001-07:002008-11-25T22:17:08.798-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SNOYXDXL3jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tzBks6yJ3ng/s1600-h/crisis.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247705512623726130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="110" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SNOYXDXL3jI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tzBks6yJ3ng/s320/crisis.jpg" width="215" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-1974838137841245342?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-37024849264399550932008-09-18T00:27:00.001-07:002008-11-25T22:18:21.057-08:00Sinking and Sinking<br />to the deepest of your eyes<br /><br />Taking your warmth<br />to my fluid soul<br /><br />Drinking your words<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SNOZ_rB-ecI/AAAAAAAAACI/mkzhauKFIcU/s1600-h/cc.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247707309978581442" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SNOZ_rB-ecI/AAAAAAAAACI/mkzhauKFIcU/s200/cc.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />to my numb heart<br /><br />Dearly my dear<br /><br />I am no longer I<br />when you're by my side<br /><br />Oh I wish the clock stops there<br />I wish<br />The world freezes there!<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-3702484926439955093?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4143284673685750353.post-6943782182303337012008-09-18T00:27:00.000-07:002008-09-19T05:52:20.442-07:00<span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" >Life is nothing<br />but the Butt end of a cigarette</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />When the flesh is mingled to the dust</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" >Expectation fades in the air</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Passion float in the water</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Everybody becomes a nobody...<br /><br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" >And all you damn busy souls</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Could I ask you then</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Why these facade dreams?</span><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Why these unending pretentions?</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Crucade conspiracy?</span> <a style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SNImK_ZeJWI/AAAAAAAAABE/ecet3IjRJQo/s1600-h/blog2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 204px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BQ07-U63pAc/SNImK_ZeJWI/AAAAAAAAABE/ecet3IjRJQo/s320/blog2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247298486098863458" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" > Aimless marathon?</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Hey! thou Himalayan Breeze</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Twittering nightingle</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Soothing winterdrops</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />Sing a lullaby for me.</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" >Imbued me with the pastoral pleasure</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Take me out of this ethereal earth</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Make me a twig</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" >make me a bird</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />make me a nobody</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />cring...cring...cring</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br />Hello... yes sir...<br />ya ya.. will reach by 10.15<br />ok sir ...ok</span> <span style="color: rgb(153, 102, 51);font-family:lucida grande;" ><br /><br />Seh....Seh....</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4143284673685750353-694378218230333701?l=firenashes.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Umanandahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02113436733630588022noreply@blogger.com4