<?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-3321848506901725963</id><updated>2011-09-13T07:46:39.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm In My Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>DeevaanoN ko kub mauj-e Gam-e dil ka koyee Khauf..!!!
Toofaan chala aaye idhar se ya udhar se..!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321848506901725963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>My Turbulent Thoughts !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170110940804975037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/ShsgNV0dOXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qS1Oo4voLcI/S220/m8fo77.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>4</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321848506901725963.post-5649734901040389256</id><published>2009-05-30T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-30T12:22:28.889-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Inside Us</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/SiGBRumRz_I/AAAAAAAAABw/SNxu3Gvws0s/s1600-h/2295334319_55fbe744a9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341692774604460018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/SiGBRumRz_I/AAAAAAAAABw/SNxu3Gvws0s/s400/2295334319_55fbe744a9.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Death is not the greatest loss in life. The greatest loss is what dies inside us while we live.&lt;br /&gt;"Norman Cousins"&lt;br /&gt;This quote has triggered million disturbing thoughts within me....Isn't it true our wishes, our dreams, when it dies an untimely death,,there is a vaccum left inside us...ek khala jo rooh ko jhinjor deta hai...ek khalipan, ek soonapan chhor deta hai...Rooh par ek bojh reh jaata hai, na jeene deta hai na marne deta hai....Insaan jab mar jaata hai to hum halaat se samjhota kar lete hai..Khuda ka faisla barhaq hai, akhir mout to ek na ek din sab ko aani hai, lekin khwahishon ki mout bohot taqleef deti hai...kissi ki bewafaai jeene ki aarzoo maar deti hai...kuch andar mar jaata hai...zindagi bemaqsad ho jaati hai...Khuda kissi ko bhi ye aziyat ki zindagi na de..jahaan sirf tareeq raahein aur ashqon se bhari zindagi naseeb ho...Jahaan dosti ke naam par dagha milti ho...Khuda is khaalipan se sabko rihaai de..Jaanti hun ye rooh ki mout qabr tak bohot jald le jataa hai..kyonke pyaar marta nahi andar rehjaata hai nasoor bankar, dheere dheere humko khatm kar deta hai..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Lonely painful nights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Bringing fears n frights&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Not finding u near me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Breaks me apart slowly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As tear roll down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My senses drown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Gloom descends on my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I cant ever see a fresh start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A fog of depression around&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Pushing me lower to the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;The fragrance that is specially you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Play games in my mind all anew,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Wrenching my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Is a aching need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;To feel your body as i so often did&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;I reach out for you, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;sorrowY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;to touch but don’t find within reach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Realisation dawns &amp;amp; in its tow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My heart dips down in sorrow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You are just an illusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my nerves are in confusion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;My heart mourns &amp;amp; is silent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Soul grieving hear its lament&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;For In this slow death my love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;nothing can &amp;amp; will affect me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;As my senses are Hurt &amp;amp; bruised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;By you my love is crushed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;my love lies in acute dearth..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;And I die a slowww death&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;written by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;"aarzoo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3321848506901725963-5649734901040389256?l=storminmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5649734901040389256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-is-not-greatest-loss-in-life.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321848506901725963/posts/default/5649734901040389256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321848506901725963/posts/default/5649734901040389256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/death-is-not-greatest-loss-in-life.html' title='Death Inside Us'/><author><name>My Turbulent Thoughts !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170110940804975037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/ShsgNV0dOXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qS1Oo4voLcI/S220/m8fo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/SiGBRumRz_I/AAAAAAAAABw/SNxu3Gvws0s/s72-c/2295334319_55fbe744a9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321848506901725963.post-847613764674742576</id><published>2009-05-27T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T04:01:40.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Painful Pain !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/Sh0cZYQRNeI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZvNRlU8h1E/s1600-h/3894goth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340455955464271330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/Sh0cZYQRNeI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZvNRlU8h1E/s400/3894goth.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Painful Pain...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Words are human, emotions divine!&lt;br /&gt;So how do I express&lt;br /&gt;My pain in just a line...&lt;br /&gt;The strain, the trauma, the stress&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Man-made words just cannot explain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The depth or intensity of my pain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Does pain have any colour?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, of course it does...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The blazing colour of fire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My head shoved into a furnace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Does pain have any taste?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've swallowed it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;The bitter acidic paste&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Burning its way to my stomach pit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Does pain have any flavour?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it sure does stink...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;A sealed tomb - stale air,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Suffocating, choking life within.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Does pain make any sound?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've heard the echoes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Ear splitting cacophony, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my head resounds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;With silent screams and anguished whispers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Does pain have any weight?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've been carrying it around...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Heavier than an elephant -&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;my freight Unbearable burden, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;being crushed to the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Does pain have a cost tag?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I've paid the price...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Worse than a washrag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;My warped twisted life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;Through poetry I try to express&lt;br /&gt;The pain that's ripping me apart&lt;br /&gt;But mortal words are inadequate&lt;br /&gt;To speak the language of the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings - sad and happy... God's creation&lt;br /&gt;Divine aid needed to express these emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;[not mine]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;ps : I just felt like sharing with you all as i know this would surely touch all of ur hearts cauze i felt these thoughts veryyy close to my life and heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&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/3321848506901725963-847613764674742576?l=storminmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/847613764674742576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/painful-pain.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321848506901725963/posts/default/847613764674742576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321848506901725963/posts/default/847613764674742576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/painful-pain.html' title='Painful Pain !!!'/><author><name>My Turbulent Thoughts !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170110940804975037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/ShsgNV0dOXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qS1Oo4voLcI/S220/m8fo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/Sh0cZYQRNeI/AAAAAAAAABg/xZvNRlU8h1E/s72-c/3894goth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321848506901725963.post-1726849595302512147</id><published>2009-05-26T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:07:08.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Footprints in our heart !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/Shwp1VhbrxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/c2nRaTsOVZI/s1600-h/240-love-marks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5340189254441742098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/Shwp1VhbrxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/c2nRaTsOVZI/s400/240-love-marks.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;People come into our life make a mark and vanish in thin air leaving behind their footprints in our heart..It difficult to erase these footprints as they have walked with us miles and miles sharing good and bad times...being the pillar of strength in our tough times...bringing smiles on our face...We start relaying on them for every little thing..We try to return back their caring gesture tenfolds and try to be with them whenever they needed guidence...They make us feel so special, will be in touch 24x7...share every little anecdote of their life...It's as though they can't move a step without us..they become a integral part of our lives. our existence, our whole world revolves around them...Just can't describe the depth of emotions and the time and feelings invested in this relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then one day suddenly they just vanish from our lives making us feel sick and used...They just don't care, though they hog around us with new people and new friends and they suddenly don't have a single moment for us who used to be with us day in and day out...I just wonder why do they make friendship when they can't keep it...Why do they turn their backs as though we are parasites...Why do they act so stupidly and behave like strangers...I wonder what goes in their mind and heart...Why do they suddenly become immune towards our emotions and pain..the same person who couldn't see a single tear in our eyes suddely becomes the reason of pain and heartbreak and tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I know i'am not going to get the answers for all these questions churning inside my heart and mind making me sick, unhealthy and leaving me a emotional wreck. Relationships are for keeps and people who break the promises and turn their backs are not worth discussing at all..But our heart don't accept the bitter truth that they used us emotionally and left us all alone to nurse our bruised and shattered heart...The day we accept the reality will be the day we will be released from the turmoiled thoughts of betrayal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You gave me so much of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And filled my life with care&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;You gave me hope to live&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;And a new direction to life&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to hold on to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;A slight wicker of hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Come back before&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I lose my faith in relationships&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Come back before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Bitterness seeps into my being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Come back before &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;I lose the trust in whole mankind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Come back before i lose my sanity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Do come back my friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Before i lose the zest to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"aarzoo"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3321848506901725963-1726849595302512147?l=storminmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/1726849595302512147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/footprints-in-our-heart.html#comment-form' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321848506901725963/posts/default/1726849595302512147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321848506901725963/posts/default/1726849595302512147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/footprints-in-our-heart.html' title='Footprints in our heart !!!'/><author><name>My Turbulent Thoughts !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170110940804975037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/ShsgNV0dOXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qS1Oo4voLcI/S220/m8fo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/Shwp1VhbrxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/c2nRaTsOVZI/s72-c/240-love-marks.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3321848506901725963.post-6728163937424906698</id><published>2009-05-25T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T03:56:14.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shattered Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/Shp4X5ReIwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/q0kw19VaQdA/s1600-h/sigpic51623_1.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339712660107567874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/Shp4X5ReIwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/q0kw19VaQdA/s400/sigpic51623_1.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;At one point of the time we all go through these emotions..inspite of being surrounded with loads of people our heart seeks that one persons attention, Why do we get attatched so much that it takes the toll on our senses and health...why can't we distract the focus of attention from them...&lt;br /&gt;why are humans so emotional, why is there a vaccum in our lives, Inspite of trying hard and keeping ourselves busy at the end of the day we are gripped with the emptiness inside us...why is this feeling so strong to isolate ourselves from the rest of the world....what is it the heart seeks...our commitments and duties pushes us towards the world and we sincerly do make an attempt to fullfill everyone's needs wholeheartedly...taking care of the family, friends and everything...but ultimately we are left with that feeling of loneliness and incompletness at the end of the day...why has relationships become so shallow and practical.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Love,care, affection all these emotions should come from the bottom of your heart, These emotions cannot be forced, And love and affection never changes if you truely care, you'll never ever hurt nor try to bring tears in the person's eye...In life you are binded with many relations but balancing and giving the equal amount of care and attention makes the person perfect and flawless...If your feelings are true it will never ever change at any point of life...It becomes stronger n stronger with time...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;But Alas!! few people know the true meaning of love and friendship for them it's just the passing phase, when they need emotional support they are 24x7 on your nerves and when they find new person they ditch you and move ahead giving hundred excuses...I wonder how do they breathe, how do they live, don't they have a conscious. You don't have to chuck your present relationship in order to move ahead in your new relationship. When it's decided this friendship is for keeps then it is for keeps. And it's the duty of the person to make this relationship work by making &lt;img class="gl_photo" alt="Add Image" src="http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif" border="0" /&gt;things at ease. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I pray when people commit to any relationship they very well give it's due credit otherwise they don't have the right to mess up with others lives and play with the innocent emotions..It's an inhuman act to play with feelings. May Allaah keep their heart alive with true emotions. And may not a soul on earth is left thirsty for love and friendship, and is left incomplete and lifeless. and may not a soul on earth is shattered by the inhuman act of the heartless persons.&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/3321848506901725963-6728163937424906698?l=storminmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/6728163937424906698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-one-point-of-time-we-all-go-through.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321848506901725963/posts/default/6728163937424906698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3321848506901725963/posts/default/6728163937424906698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://storminmyheart.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-one-point-of-time-we-all-go-through.html' title='Shattered Soul'/><author><name>My Turbulent Thoughts !!!</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11170110940804975037</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/ShsgNV0dOXI/AAAAAAAAAAw/qS1Oo4voLcI/S220/m8fo77.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_2C1ArXJ8oSE/Shp4X5ReIwI/AAAAAAAAAAc/q0kw19VaQdA/s72-c/sigpic51623_1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
