<?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-3296615674260831231</id><updated>2012-01-14T16:39:22.028+05:30</updated><category term='missing'/><category term='poem'/><category term='Scattered dreams'/><category term='issue'/><category term='love'/><category term='feelings'/><category term='life'/><title type='text'>Dreams......</title><subtitle type='html'>The best reason for having dreams is that in dreams no reasons are necessary...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='missing'/><title type='text'>Please come back........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbR9nZZh2D4/TfFSUzcngCI/AAAAAAAAARM/hGLjCGFugnA/s1600/Please_come_back_by_raven82.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbR9nZZh2D4/TfFSUzcngCI/AAAAAAAAARM/hGLjCGFugnA/s320/Please_come_back_by_raven82.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616360727668817954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In dark black nights.....walking towards the unknown path &lt;br /&gt;Alone in the darkest night&lt;br /&gt;i tried to walk towards eternity &lt;br /&gt;i want to be with you at this moment &lt;br /&gt;but you left me in middle of life&lt;br /&gt;this world has lost its glory &lt;br /&gt;you think that i dnt even mean what u say...&lt;br /&gt;its circumstances which makes us  like that&lt;br /&gt;No matter wat u think about me &lt;br /&gt;no matters wat u felt for me &lt;br /&gt;No matter what u tell me &lt;br /&gt;But mind it i am always with you &lt;br /&gt;I just want you to be with me &lt;br /&gt;i miss just all the mess we made &lt;br /&gt;I am missing you really &lt;br /&gt;I wana die for you &lt;br /&gt;cause love is only true if it hurts .....&lt;br /&gt;How can i move on when i m still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;i am waiting for you...i will wait for you &lt;br /&gt;cause if one day u wake up and find that you r missing me &lt;br /&gt;and you starts to wonder where i could be &lt;br /&gt;M waiting for that day ...thinking may be you comeback here &lt;br /&gt;So  i am not moving ....&lt;br /&gt;I am waiting at that place where first we met .&lt;br /&gt;so i am not moving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-5748698366920167635?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qbR9nZZh2D4/TfFSUzcngCI/AAAAAAAAARM/hGLjCGFugnA/s72-c/Please_come_back_by_raven82.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-3646665736229490892</id><published>2010-09-02T13:24:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-09-02T13:37:37.795+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><title type='text'>PEEPLI LIVE  ...........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TH9Z0xMdq_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/v95wy3fJDeY/s1600/Peepli+Live_20725.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TH9Z0xMdq_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/v95wy3fJDeY/s320/Peepli+Live_20725.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5512223232018459634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;टीवी चैनल की वास्तविकता मल विश्लेषन और छोटे पत्रकारों का शोषण है ? य़कीन नहीं आता तो 'पीपली लाइव' देख लीजिए... फिल्म से बड़ी उम्मीदें पाली थीं, लेकिन गाना - 'चोला माटी के राम...' और 'सखी सइयां तो खूब ही कमात है, महंगाई डायन खाए जात है...' - दिल, कान और बटुए को हुई तकलीफ - सबको भा रहे थे... सोचा था, फिल्म में महंगाई, किसान और मीडिया का द्वंद्व होगा, लेकिन परेशान हुआ, क्योंकि फ़िल्म में न महंगाई को लेकर कोई संवाद, न किसान आत्मह्त्या क्यों करता है, इसकी जड़ में जाने की कोशिश... किसान सरकार से चंद रुपये हासिल करने के लिए आत्महत्या करता है, यह तर्क बहुत खोखला जान पड़ता है... एक तरह से यह उनकी भावनाओं को ठेस पहुंचाने वाला भी है, क्योंकि नगरों के जो लाल कभी गांव नहीं गए, उन्हें वाकई लगता है कि किसान पैसों के लिए कुछ भी करेगा... बंदर का नाच नचेगा... बकौल नत्था, किसी ठाकुर का पैर भी पकड़ेगा...&lt;br /&gt;टीवी के पत्रकार तो खैर, बॉलीवुड के लिए खुन्नस और बेवकूफी का विषय हैं ही... लेकिन हर पत्रकार टीआरपी की दौड़ में मल विश्लेषण करता या कद्दू में ओम ढूंढता दिखेगा, यह कहना भी सही नहीं है... यह सही है कि इलेक्ट्रॉनिक मीडिया थोड़ी सनसनी, थोड़े मसाले में यकीन रखने लगा है, लेकिन इसके पीछे वजह भी बाज़ार है, अकेले माध्यम नहीं... आखिर विज्ञापन का मापदंड तो टीआरपी ही है... क्या फिल्म वाले प्रमोशन के लिए हर तरह के राइट्स बेचकर पैसा कमाने बाज़ार में नहीं उतरते... अब इसी फिल्म के सबसे हिट गाने को लिखने वाले के लिए आमिर के बटुए से कितने पैसे निकले, और गाने को बेचकर उन्होंने कितने पैसे कमाए, कोई उनसे जाकर पूछे...&lt;br /&gt;कोई भी पत्रकार कद्दू में ओम या नत्था के मल विश्लेषण के लिए नहीं आता... किसी भी जर्नलिज्म स्कूल चले जाइए... अब यह पेशा चुनकर अपनाया जाता है, कइयों के पास दूसरे विकल्प होते हैं, लेकिन वे पत्रकार बनना चाहते हैं... सिर्फ सनसनी या ग्लैमर के लिए नहीं, बल्कि गंभीर पत्रकारिता के लिए भी... सरोकार और जनहित उसके ज़हन में होते हैं, लेकिन जब वह नौकरी करेगा तो उसे तनख्वाह भी चाहिए...  महंगाई डायन उसे भी सताती है और चैनल मालिकों को भी...&lt;br /&gt;पीपली लाइव - दरअसल एक और द्वंद्व से जूझ रही है... हिन्दी बनाम अंग्रेजी पत्रकारिता... फिल्म की निर्देशक शायद अंग्रेजी पत्रकारिता से जुड़ी रही हैं, इसलिए कहीं न कहीं थोड़ी प्रबुद्धता भी वह अंग्रेजी सेटअप में ही देखती हैं... हां, थोड़ा-बहुत एक छोटे हिन्दी अख़बार के पत्रकार में संवेदना भरकर फिल्म को बैलेंस करने की कोशिश ज़रूर की गई है...&lt;br /&gt;मीडिया को आत्ममंथन और सुधार दोनों की ज़रूरत है, इससे इंकार नहीं, लेकिन सोचिए तो ऐसी फिल्में इसे एक मज़ाक के तौर पर पेश कर रही हैं... इनसे एक गंभीर ख़तरा यह है कि सिस्टम से निराश-हताश शख्स अब मीडिया को भी मज़ाक से ज्यादा और कुछ नहीं मानेगा...&lt;br /&gt;मीडिया कुछ चीज़ें या कई चीज़ें गलत करता है, इससे भी इंकार नहीं, लेकिन मीडिया ग़लत ही करता है, यह कहना भी सही नहीं होगा...&lt;br /&gt;फिल्म अभिनय और फ्लो के मामले में अच्छी है, लेकिन एक 'कम्प्लीट' फिल्म में थोड़ी कमी भी खटकती है... आख़िर में वही नया थियेटर के सारे कलाकार छत्तीसगढ़ी में बात करते हैं, जबकि उसी गांव के बाकी लोग बुंदेलखंडी में... मीडिया को कोसते-कोसते शायद संवाद लिखने में इन बातों को नज़रअंदाज़ कर दिया गया...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-3646665736229490892?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/3646665736229490892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/09/peepli-live.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/3646665736229490892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/3646665736229490892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/09/peepli-live.html' title='PEEPLI LIVE  ...........'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TH9Z0xMdq_I/AAAAAAAAAQg/v95wy3fJDeY/s72-c/Peepli+Live_20725.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-5506428205908703573</id><published>2010-06-21T12:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-21T12:57:48.593+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>Father's day without you ....</title><content type='html'>दर्द में डूबे हुए कुछ लम्हें है अखबारों पर बिखरी पड़ी फादर्स डे की अनगिनत बधाईंयां हैं, सुबह से मुस्कुराते हुए पिता और बच्चे की तस्वीरें देख रहा हूं, एक समय के बाद हर बेटा अपने पिता का अक्स हो जाता है, पहले कभी इतना सोचा नहीं था , गुजरते वक्त के साथ आज जब पापा मेरे साथ नहीं तो ऐसे अनगिनत सवाल दिमाग में दस्तक देते हैं और फिर आंखे नम करके वापस चले जाते है।&lt;br /&gt;मेरे पापा मेरे बेस्ट फ्रेंड थे, बात-बात पर लड़ना, फिर मनाने-रुठने का खेल, स्कूल जाने के पहले खुद से जेब में पॉकेटमनी डाल देना, मां के मना करने के बाद भी वो मेरी हर मांग को पूरी करते थे, मुझे क्या करना है...कहां पढ़ाई करनी है... कैसे करियर बनाना है... कभी नहीं पूछा बस वो सिर्फ बोला करते थे ...बेटा मेरे विश्वास को कभी मत तोड़ना.&lt;br /&gt;                                  मुझे अपने पापा जैसा कुछ भी नहीं आता है... डैड हर परेशानी को मुस्कुराते हुए झेल जाते थे, दिक्कतों के बीच भी उनके चेहरे पर कभी शिकन नहीं दिखती थी...वो पापा ही थे जो हर हालात में परिवार को एक सा समेटे रखते थे...कभी किसी गरीब को घर से खाली हाथ ना लौटने देते थे... मैं तो उनकी परछाईं भी नहीं बन पाया और सोचता हूं अब वो नहीं है हमको ये सब सिखाने के लिए तो और दुख होता है. ऐसा कितना कुछ था जो सिर्फ उनको आता था. डैड अक्सर मुझसे कहते थे इस धरती पर जैसा कर्म करोगे यहीं उसका फल तुमको मिलेगा याद रखना. अभी मुझे उनसे बहुत कुछ सीखना था जिंदगी के कई अनछुए पहलू मुझे जानना था, अब मैं किससे सीखूंगा ये सब?&lt;br /&gt;                                         किसी भी परेशानी में फंसने पर पापा के पास कोई ना कोई उपाय जरुर होता था, उनकी बातों से कितनी राहत मिलती थी, कभी ये नहीं लगा कि अकेले हैं हम. आज जब वो नहीं है तो समझ नहीं आता कि किससे पूछूं ....जिंदगी अगर अजीब लगती है तो ये वाकई ऐसी ही है या ऐसा सिर्फ मेरे साथ ऐसा होता है। ये पापा का भरोसा ही तो था उनकी अंगुलियों का सहारा ही तो था जिसके बल पर मैने धनबाद,बोकारो होते हुए रांची से महानगर दिल्ली तक का सफर पूरा किया, आज भी वो हाथ याद आता है जिसका थामकर मैं पहला कदम चला था... जिंदगी कितनी भी बदल जाए, महानगर में अकेले जी लूं लेकिन पापा आपकी जरुरत कभी खत्म नहीं होगी, आप अब हमारे बीच नहीं है लेकिन आप जिंदगी भर मुझमें जिंदा रहेंगे डैड .....&lt;br /&gt;आपके बिना जीना आज भी उतना ही मुश्किल और तकलीफदेह है...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;आई लव यू डैड एंड मिस यू बहुत पापा &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-5506428205908703573?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/5506428205908703573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day-without-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/5506428205908703573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/5506428205908703573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day-without-you.html' title='Father&apos;s day without you ....'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-2124947063697955603</id><published>2010-05-22T13:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-22T13:59:57.042+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='issue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>प्यार से पहरा हटाओ</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/S_eUqmlwySI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h8toC27cxto/s1600/love.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5474007331726477602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 161px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/S_eUqmlwySI/AAAAAAAAAOI/h8toC27cxto/s320/love.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;कहने को तो हम आजाद हैं हमें अभिव्यक्ति की स्वतंत्रता है अपने जीवनसाथी को चुनने की आजादी है, धर्म चुनने की छूट है लेकिन इस देश में सरकार की चले तब तो ये सबकुछ लागू होगा ना.......।&lt;br /&gt;अब प्यार को ही ले लीजिए...यह शब्द आजकल ओवरयूज्ड हो चुका है...प्यार शब्द को लोग बदनाम कर रहे है लेकिन अभी भी ऐसे लोग है जिन्होने प्यार की आत्मा को जिंदा रखा है...लेकिन ऐसे लोगों की आत्मा तक को समाज के कथित ठेकादार जिंदा कहां रहने देते हैं.... इन समाज के ठेकेदारों के सर पर अपने घर की चिंता कम होती है और समाज की चिंता ज्यादा होती है, कौन क्या कर रहा है.....इसका समाज पर क्या असर पड़ेगा...वगैरह ...वगैरह....। इन्ही ठेकेदारो के चलते आजकल प्यार करने वालों का जीना मुहाल है।&lt;br /&gt;हम कह सकते है की आज देश के कई राज्यों में ऐसे ही सामाजिक ठेकेदार वर्ग तत्पर हो चुके है जो खुद को अदालत से भी उपर मानते हैं, अब खाप पंचायत को ही ले लीजिए... पीछले कुछ सालों में सैकड़ो लोग इनका शिकार बन चुके है जो या तो इन तालिबानी पंचायतों के फैसले से त्रस्त होतर मौत को गले लगा लिया या फिर इन पंचायतों ने ही उनको मार डलवाया....अभी हाल में ही हुए मनोज-बबली के मामले को ले लीजिए,हरियाणा के इस प्रेमी जोड़े को जरा भी इल्म नहीं था की प्यार करने की इतनी कड़ी सजा मिलेगी, मनोज-और बबली ने हर तरह के बंधनो को तोड़ते हुए सिर्फ अपनी आत्मा की आवाज सुनी और एक ही गोत्र से होते हुए भी खुद को सात जन्मों के बंधन में बंधन में बांध लिया, ये बात जब वहां के खाप पंचायतों तक पहुंची तो उनको समाज की चिंता सताने लगी और पंचायत ने मनोज और बबली को मौत का फरमान सुना दिया, और कुछ ही दिनों के बाद करनाल के एक नहर से इस प्रेमी युगल की लाश मिली, ये सचमुच शर्मनाक है।&lt;br /&gt;ये तो महज एक उदाहरण है, ऐसी कई घटनाए हैं जो हमें झकझोर कर रख देती है...अब एक हफ्ते पहले राजस्थान के बाड़मेर जिले के एक दंपत्ति ने खाप पंचायत के फैसले से त्रस्त होकर अदालत में ये अर्जी दी है कि हमें आत्महत्या करने दिया जाए, खाप पंचायत ने इस जोड़े पर 5 लाख का जुर्माना लगाया है , ये खाप के सिकंदरों की ज्यादती नहीं तो क्या है?&lt;br /&gt;एक लोकतांत्रिक देश में ऐसी घटना शर्मसार करने वाली बात है, किसने दिया इन्हें किसी को मौत की सजा देने का अधिकार ? तो किसी का हुक्का-पानी बंद करने का हक ? ये पंचायत नहीं ये पापी पंचायत हैं! ये कातिल पंचायत है! कौन रोकेगा इन तालिबानी पंचायतों को ? क्यों इन पंचायतों को हरियाणा में होने वाली भ्रूण हत्या नहीं दिखता?.क्यों बिहार झारखंड से लड़कियां खरीद कर यहां के लोगों को शादी करनी पड़ रही है? कई अनसुलझे सवाल हैं जिनका जवाब ना तो पुलिस प्रशासन के पास है और ना ही सरकार के पास,ज्यादातर मामलों में पुलिस खाप पंचायतों के साथ खड़ी दिखती है। सरकार को अपनी वोटबैंक की चिंता है क्योकिं इन प्रदेशों में खाप पंचायत चुनाव में बड़ा रोल अदा करती है...ऐसे में प्यार करने वालों को कौन बचाएगा.....करनाल की अदालत का फैसला सचमुच राहत देने वाला है जिसमें मनोज –बबली के हत्यारे 5 लोगों को फांसी की सजा सुनाई गई...लेकिन प्यार और समाज के इन दुश्मनों से निपटने के लिए सरकार को सियासत छोड़कर लोगों के मौलिक अधिकारों की चिंता करनी होगी। लेकिन हम अपने सियासतदां से क्या उम्मीद रखें जब युवा &lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;नेता अपने युवाओं के बारे में नहीं सोच रहे हैं तो हालात का अंदाजा लगाया जा सकता है ये वोट की राजनीति ही तो है जिसने नवीन जिंदल तक को खाप पंचायत का समथर्क बना दिया। अब युवा किससे उम्मीद रखें और क्यों रखें...&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/3296615674260831231-2124947063697955603?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/2124947063697955603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_22.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-1643612987711241007</id><published>2010-05-01T21:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-01T21:53:19.474+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scattered dreams'/><title type='text'>कुछ अपना सा...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/S9xVBKncsXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LsVwUCVmBKo/s1600/Lonely_Night_by_DehCavalieri.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/S9xVBKncsXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LsVwUCVmBKo/s320/Lonely_Night_by_DehCavalieri.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466337526238982514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;देर रात के किसी पहर में&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;जब भी आंख खुलती है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;खुद को तनहा पाता हूं &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;तो दिल को खूब समझाता हूं &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;दिल जब बहल जाता है &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;तो पलकें नम हो जाती है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;किसी भूले राग को गाते हुए&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;अक्सर अटक मैं जाता हूं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;गर खुदा तु सच में है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;तो बता मेरी खता क्या है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;सोता हूं ना जागता हूं &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;बस पल पल आहें भरता हूं &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;जब तनहा रहना चाहता हूं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;तो उसकी यादें तड़पाती है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;जब खुद से भागना चाहता हूं &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;हर तरफ एक चेहरा दिखता है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;तेरी तलाश में फिर खुद को खंगाला मैंने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;लम्हा लम्हा कई यादों को निकाला हमने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;दर्द सुलझे कई, कई धड़कनों में बसती है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;बस खुदी को दिया जख्मों का हवाला हमने&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;कल तक था जो सबसे अपना &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;जाने कैसे टूटा वो सपनां&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;अंधेरे में चांद को देख सोचता हूं &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;मेरा चांद भी तो ऐसा ही था ना &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;मन कसैला हो जाता है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;दिल भी भर जाता है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;देर रात के इन पहरों में &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;अपनों की याद सताती है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;बहुत कुछ करते हुए सुबह तक जगा रहता हूं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span lang="HI"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#CC0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;सच कहुं तो तुम बिन रात बहुत लंबी हो जाती है..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'courier new';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-mso-bidi-language:HI;font-family:Mangal;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div 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सा...'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/S9xVBKncsXI/AAAAAAAAAOA/LsVwUCVmBKo/s72-c/Lonely_Night_by_DehCavalieri.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-5491294606400672612</id><published>2010-04-15T01:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-15T01:48:50.743+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>EK KHAMOSH SHAAM.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Aaj Sunday hai kabhi isi Sunday ka main wait kiya karta tha ….aaj yahi Sunday mujhe katata hai…har pal ki &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;tanhai mujhe kuch acche bitaye waqt ki yaado mein le jati hai…mujhme kuch bhi khaas nai hai tabhi to aaj tak jo bhi socha nai kar paya ..jiske liye apni puri jindgi ka rukh mod kar rakh diya,yaha tak ki usne bhi mujhse kinara kar liya…ye waqt ki hakikat hai ….aaj main jin rasto par bhatak raha hu, ye rashte bahut pathrile hai har kadam par kante hai …mere paon to lahuluhan ho gaye hai lekin dil ab bhi majbut hai, In tanha katile rashto par chala ja raha hu, Aaj mere sath sirf meri parchain hai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;, chalte-chalte na jaane kitni baar palke bhig jati hai aur phir hawa ke jharokhe se wo nam ankhe khud sukh jati hai …aur ye ehsas dilate hai ki aaj mere paas koi  nai hai jo mere ansu ko poch sake……..                                                                                                                                          jis jindgi k liye maine naa jane kitne sajde kiye wo jindgi to mujhe nai mili , mujhe mili to bas ek aisi jindgi jisme mai bari-bari se apno ko khota jaa raha hu …..jo sapne maine dekhe the wo to npure nai hue …aur ab naye sapne dekhne aur sajane ki himmat bachi nahi…….sapne wo hote hai jo hame jeene ka aasra dete hai…sapne wo hote hai jo puri tarah se hamare apne hote hai….unhi sapno ko pura karne ke khatir maine aaj tak apne saare armano ko pank lagne se pahle hi rok liya , lekin aaj mai jis haalat se gujar raha hu…aisa mahsus hota hai ki jaise ………..&lt;br /&gt;Manjilain bhi uski thi ………Rashta bhi uska tha&lt;br /&gt;Ek main akela tha ………kaafila bhi uska tha&lt;br /&gt;Sath sath chalne ki soch bhi uski thi …….&lt;br /&gt;Phir rashta badalne ka faisla bhi uska tha ……&lt;br /&gt;Aaj Kyun Akela hu Dil Sawal Karta hai……..&lt;br /&gt;Log to uske the …..Kya Khuda Bhi Uska Tha&lt;br /&gt;jo apne bache hai unse na to bol paa raha hu …na hi najre mila paa raha hu . kabhi kabhi kuch apno ki kamia bahut khalti hai ….jo meri har pareshani ko has kar apne upar le liya karte the, aaj koi bhi nai hai mere paas jo mujhe samajh sake…jiske kanhe par sar rakhkar mai apne jazbaat ko thoda halka kar sakun……………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khair Yahi Jindgi Hain………housle rahte hue bhi kabhi kabhi manjilein hame nahi mila karti …. Shayad ham Manjil hi Galat chun lete hai …….lekin is ek galti ka khamiyaja hame jindgi bhar bhugatna padta hai ….kyuki ham sachai se to door bhag sakte hai ….lekin yaadein hamare jehan me basti hai …..Ham unse picha kabhi nai chhura sakte hai …..&lt;br /&gt;Ghumna ab accha nai lagta …..mall se mano nafrat si ho gayi hai…..film to main kisi aur ke liye dekhta tha….shopping ka ab shauk na raha kyuki jiske liye karta tha  wo nai hai ab …..CP to mano katane ko daud raha ho…lekin jaun to jaun kahan…..sach kahun to Main Delhi se jana chahta hu…..bahut jaldi…….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ajkal mera Sunday yu hi flat me apni bhawnao ko shabdo me pirote pirote bitata hai……..&lt;br /&gt;EVERYTHING  IS FAIR IN LOVE AND WAR&lt;br /&gt;BUT I SUGGEST U TO DO WAR, BUT NEVER LOVE…..&lt;br /&gt;BCOZ IN WAR U EITHER WON OR LOST&lt;br /&gt;BUT IN LOVE NEITHER U LIVE NOR U DIE …………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-8915012916559120113</id><published>2010-03-26T12:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-26T13:29:57.053+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>एक सबब जीने का... एक तलब मरने की....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/S6xgV1O_GSI/AAAAAAAAANw/uQJkFYs3HXM/s1600/dreams.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 283px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/S6xgV1O_GSI/AAAAAAAAANw/uQJkFYs3HXM/s320/dreams.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452839177022282018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आज खामोश हूं जैसे कुछ कहने को बचा नहीं  ....चलता जा रहा हूं बस चलता जा रहा हूं क्योकिं इन कदमों की तलाश कभी खत्म ही नहीं होगी......कुछ पाने की तमन्ना तो है लेकिन इतना खो चुका हूं की कुछ भी अब अपना सा ...सच सा नहीं लगता है, बस जिंदगी के इस भंवर में अपने आप को एक किरदार मानकर अपनी भूमिका निभाए जा रहा हूं...ना काहू से बैर ...ना काहू से दोस्ती. कुछ जिम्मेदारियां हैं जिसके लिए मैं चला जा रहा हूं इन खामोश कदमों से। &lt;br /&gt;जिंदगी एक पहेली सी लगने लगी है पिछले कुछ महीनों से .....खुशियां ढूंढ़ने से भी आजकल नहीं मिलती वहीं दुखों के सागर से एक नदी तो जैसे सिर्फ मेरी जिंदगी को भीगोने के लिए ही हो. खैर जीना इसी का नाम है मन में कुछ प्यार तो कुछ नफरत, बीते दिनों के वो पल जिसने मुझे चोट पहुंचाए मुझे कचोटते है, सचमुच जिंदगी आजकल ऐसी अनसुलझी सी लगने लगी है की कुछ समझ में नहीं आता। मैं जिसे प्यार करता हूं दिल से करता हूं.....और जिससे मुझे नफरत हो जाती है मैं चाहकर भी उसके बारे में भी कभी बुरा नहीं कर पाता हूं पता नहीं क्यों...लेकिन जिंदगी ने मझे बहुत ही कम समय में बहुत ही ज्यादा सबक सिखाए है.........जिसे नफरत तोड़ नहीं सकती...उपेक्षा तोड़ देती है, नफरत में एक अजीब सा सुकून है, कहीं बहुत गहरे जुड़े़ होने का अहसास है, नफरत में लगभग प्यार जितना ही अपनापन होता है, बस देखने वाले के नज़रिए का फर्क होता है...&lt;br /&gt;कुछ ऐसे जख्म होते हैं जिनका दर्द जिंदगी का हिस्सा बन जाता है...बेहद नुकीला, हर वक्त चुभता हुआ, ये दर्द जीने का अंदाज ही बदल देता है...एक दिन अचानक से ये दर्द ख़त्म हो जाए तो हम शायद सोचेंगे कि हम जो हैं उसमें इस दर्द का कितना बड़ा हिस्सा है...जिन रास्तों पर चल के हम आज किसी भी मोड़ पर रुके हैं, उसमें कितना कुछ इस दर्द के कारण है...इस दर्द के ठहराव के कारण कितने लोग आगे बढ़ गए...हमारी रफ़्तार से साथ बस वो चले जो हमारे अपने थे...इस दर्द में शरीक नहीं...पर उस राह के हमसफ़र जिसे इस दर्द ने हमारे लिए चुना था।&lt;br /&gt;मर जाने के लिए एक वजह ही काफ़ी होती है...पर जिन्दा रहने के लिए कितनी सारी वजहों की जरूरत पड़ती है...कितने सारे बहाने ढूँढने पड़ते हैं...कितने लोगों को शरीक करना पड़ता है जिंदगी में, कितने सपने बुनने पड़ते हैं, कितने हादसों से उबरना पड़ता है और मुस्कुराना पड़ता है.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-8915012916559120113?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/8915012916559120113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/8915012916559120113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/8915012916559120113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-post.html' title='एक सबब जीने का... एक तलब मरने की....'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/S6xgV1O_GSI/AAAAAAAAANw/uQJkFYs3HXM/s72-c/dreams.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-2965251397911638237</id><published>2010-02-28T13:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-28T13:10:41.710+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>वो बीते दिन याद हैं.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/S4oc2sR38gI/AAAAAAAAANc/F1fLzHenyxo/s1600-h/holi-scraps3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 190px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/S4oc2sR38gI/AAAAAAAAANc/F1fLzHenyxo/s320/holi-scraps3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443194825555309058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;होली.... रंग अबीर और पिचकारियों से सजे बाजार... कुर्ते-पैजामे की बढ़ती बिक्री......ये होली के रंग हैं..ये रंग प्यार बनकर एक दूसरे के जीवन में मिठास घोलते हैं, इन रंगों में जिंदगी के सारे शेड होते हैं। सचमुच यह प्यार का त्यौहार है जिस दिन प्रेम बरसता है....बच्चों की पिचकारियों के रंग .....बड़ों के अबीर के तरंग.....मथुरा के लाठी.....और अवध के लड्डू।   &lt;br /&gt;इस होली मैं दिल्ली में ही हूं, ये पहली होली है जिसमें मुझे कोई रंग ही नही दिख रहा है, मुझे कलरब्लाइंडनेस भी नही है बस कुछ बीते सालों की यादें और किसी के साथ न होने का गम, जो मेरी होली को बेरंग कर चुका है....वो पल जो भूले नहीं भूलता हर साल मैं पापा से होली पर कपड़े की डिमांड करता था ....कभी खान ड्रेस तो कुर्ता-पैजामा.......वो कभी ना नहीं करते थे.......आज घूम फिरकर हर बीते होली के वो पल मेरे दिमाग में फ्लैशबैक में चल रहे हैं जो मैने पापा के साथ गुजारे हैं। वो मस्ती....वो खाने के मेन्यू डिसाइड करने की लड़ाई.....दिन में चावल बनवाने की किचकिच ......पापा के वो कमेंट्स कि बेटा सब जीने के लिए खाते हैं लेकिन तुम खाने के लिए जीते हो....ये आपका कांम्पलिमेंट था डैड लेकिन शायद अब ये शब्द मुझे कभी सुनाई नहीं पड़ेगा....लेकिन हर बीते पल की तस्वीरें मेरे जेहन में अंतिम पल तक मेरे साथ रहेगी ......                                                                                    आप दुनिया के सबसे अच्छे डैड थे तभी तो आपके बिना ये रंगों से भरी होली मुझे बेरंग सी लग रही है....जिंदगी के सारे रंग जैसे किसी काले रंग से ढक गए हो, आपके बिना ये पहली होली है मुझे नहीं पता कि मैं क्या महसूस कर रहा हूं लेकिन सच कहूं तो सबकुछ अधूरा है, जिंदगी की राह पर मैं भटक सा रहा हूं आपके साथ मैने सबकुछ खो दिया।&lt;br /&gt;ये भी तो जिंदगी है न पापा ....कि मैं आज चाह कर भी इन बुरे दिनों में मम्मी के पास नहीं हूं....जब उन्हें मेरी सबसे ज्यादा जरुरत है...मुझे नहीं मालूम क्या करूं....ये वक्त और हालात की हकिकत है मैं जानता हूं की मां का क्या हाल है इस होली में......मैं भी कमजोर पड़ता जा रहा हूं .....आंखे नम हो जाती है मां से बात करने में ....लेकिन हंसते हुए बात करता हूं और उन्हे भी हंसाता हूं......लेकिन सच कहूं तो वो भी मेरी हंसी के दर्द को समझती हैं और मैं भी उनके। अब तो आप भी नहीं है न जिससे मैं पैसे मांग सकता हूं ....तो मैं क्या करूं ...दूर रहना मौके की नजाकत हैं ....हमारी मजबूरी है ......सबलोग ऐसे ही हैं पापा...पूरा घर आपको याद कर रहा है यहां तक की घर के सारे बच्चे भी मुरझाये से रहते हैं। &lt;br /&gt;ये होली तो है लेकिन रंगों की नहीं &lt;br /&gt;ये होली तो है बस यादों की होली&lt;br /&gt;बीते पलों के रंगों को बचाने की होली&lt;br /&gt;हर पल उन यादों से लड़ने की होली &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY HOLI TO ALL OF YOU .......................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-2965251397911638237?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/2965251397911638237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/2965251397911638237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/2965251397911638237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/02/blog-post.html' title='वो बीते दिन याद हैं.....'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/S4oc2sR38gI/AAAAAAAAANc/F1fLzHenyxo/s72-c/holi-scraps3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-990291893036855892</id><published>2010-02-14T12:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-14T12:42:04.816+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Kitni Baatein.....</title><content type='html'>Kitni baatein yaad aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Tasveerein si ban jaati hain&lt;br /&gt;Main kaise inhein bhooloon&lt;br /&gt;Dil ko kya samjhaaun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitni baatein kehne ki hai&lt;br /&gt;Honton par jo sehmi si hai&lt;br /&gt;Ik roz inhein sun lo&lt;br /&gt;Kyun aise gum-sum ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyun poori ho na paayi daastaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaise aayi hai aisi dooriyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dono ke dilon mein chhupa hai&lt;br /&gt;Jo ik anjaana sa gham&lt;br /&gt;Kya ho paayega woh kam&lt;br /&gt;Koyi kya kahe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dono ne kabhi zindagi ke&lt;br /&gt;Ik mod pe bhi jo paayi&lt;br /&gt;Hai kaisi woh tanhaai&lt;br /&gt;Koyi kya kahe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitna viraan hai ye sama&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saanson mein jaise ghulta hai dhuwaan&lt;br /&gt;Kaisi aayi hai aisi dooriyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitni baatein yaad aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Tasveerein si ban jaati hain&lt;br /&gt;Main kaise inhein bhooloon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumse aaj yun milke dil ko&lt;br /&gt;Yaad aaye lamhein kal ke&lt;br /&gt;Ye aansoon kyun hai chhalke&lt;br /&gt;Ab kya kahen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tumne hamko dekha jo aise&lt;br /&gt;Toh ik umeed hai jaagi&lt;br /&gt;Phir tumse pyaar paane ki&lt;br /&gt;Ab kya kahen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aa gaye ham kahaan se kahaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dekhe mudke ye dil ka kaarvaan&lt;br /&gt;Kaisi aayi hai aisi dooriyaan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitni baatein kehne ki hai&lt;br /&gt;Honton par jo sehmi si hai&lt;br /&gt;Ik roz inhein sunlo&lt;br /&gt;Kyun aise gum-sum ho&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kitni baatein yaad aati hai&lt;br /&gt;Tasveerein si ban jaati hain&lt;br /&gt;Main kaise inhein bhooloon&lt;br /&gt;Dil ko kya samjhaaun !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY VALENTINES DAY &lt;br /&gt;bahut socha ki tumhe na sochein&lt;br /&gt;jitna socha, jo bhi socha, Sirf tumhe hi socha.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Luv u all my friends who stand with me in my down through out these black days of my Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-990291893036855892?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/990291893036855892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/02/kitni-baatein.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/990291893036855892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/990291893036855892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/02/kitni-baatein.html' title='Kitni Baatein.....'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-9024976468066545166</id><published>2010-02-12T22:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-12T22:09:42.251+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scattered dreams'/><title type='text'>MISS U DAD</title><content type='html'>Its About two month after dad's funeral..&lt;br /&gt;Yet i am trying to start my new life but its not easy for me to stand without the person who made me what i am.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life without dad is so lonely, especially for my mom, who is sick recently..&lt;br /&gt;I cant do anything but pray when i started to think about my dad ...so as to prevent my tears from rolling down..&lt;br /&gt;I miss u dad, can u appear in our dream to tell us that r u fine in heaven there? We really miss u..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You promise to bring me a laptop &lt;br /&gt;you promise to wait until i became married.&lt;br /&gt;Now you didnt give my bday gift, your birthday is just around the corner but u left us earlier...&lt;br /&gt;Don't you feel sad when you saw mum screaming n crying that day in front of u?&lt;br /&gt;Her heart broke totally that day....&lt;br /&gt;She told us that her heart was bleeding because u didnt say anything to her before leaving.....&lt;br /&gt;Dad&lt;br /&gt;I promise I tried to hold back the tears&lt;br /&gt;But I couldn't, I cried, it hurt so bad&lt;br /&gt;I could've died, it made me so mad&lt;br /&gt;To know that I couldn't stop you from leaving&lt;br /&gt;Now the whole family is grieving&lt;br /&gt;But no one is as hurt as I am&lt;br /&gt;I lost my best friend when you left&lt;br /&gt;I lost my Buddy, my Brother, my Friend and my mentor &lt;br /&gt;who conceive all my pains and problems in his heart and never made me hurt.&lt;br /&gt;I miss u,&lt;br /&gt;We all miss u..&lt;br /&gt;Without u we have to do things on our own,&lt;br /&gt;No one can ever take your place ....who asked about my problem? who give me a hug on platform ? who stands with me in my downs?&lt;br /&gt;We never do those things before without you&lt;br /&gt;so many unanswered questions and unfulfilled dreams i have ...&lt;br /&gt;which will never be complete without u....and u made me alone to fight this world &lt;br /&gt;U leave me without teaching me, &lt;br /&gt;I try to be strong in front of mum,&lt;br /&gt;not to cry in front of her,&lt;br /&gt;hope that she will not think of u again n again..&lt;br /&gt;but Yet she is not well....I dont know how much time mom will take to recover from this trauma but i dnt have courage to face mama. I promise to u that I will try my best to be:&lt;br /&gt;Independent, Strong, successful and bind our family together . Dont worry dad, Mom is my first priority and responsiblity i will take care of mom just like u cared for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don worry about me...&lt;br /&gt;I have my Mom and i will live for her.&lt;br /&gt;but really i will miss u in every moment of my life and the time we spent together is always moving in my eyes and make me like crying.&lt;br /&gt;I Miss u Dad&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-9024976468066545166?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/9024976468066545166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss-u-dad.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/9024976468066545166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/9024976468066545166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/02/miss-u-dad.html' title='MISS U DAD'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-1222079258041249214</id><published>2010-01-29T15:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-29T15:08:56.439+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scattered dreams'/><title type='text'>LOVE U DAD</title><content type='html'>MY DAD PASSED AWAY December 21, 2009, HE HAD SOME TYPE OF HEART ATTACK HE WAS ONLY 63. THE HEALTHIEST MOST ACTIVE MAN ALIVE AND THIS HAPPENS TO HIM. THE DOCTORS HAVE NO IDEA WHAT CAUSES THIS ATTACK AND UNFOTUNATELY MY DAD HAD IT. I STILL SIT HERE AND THINK AND CRY ABOUT HIM ALL THE TIME, I WAS DADDY'S LITTLE BOY, SOMETIMES I FEEL LIKE A FAILURE, MAYBE I COULD HAVE DONE SOMETHING FOR HIM, I LIVE SO FAR WHEN I FOUND OUT ABOUT IT, I WAS 1100 kms AWAY, I COULDNT GET THEIR FAST ENOUGH. I WISH I COULD JUST SEE HIM ONE MORE TIME...I DONT KNOW WAT SIN I DID...BUT I REACHED LATE IN THE FUNERAL OF MY DAD ...EVEN I COULDNT  SEEN HIM ONCE ....I MET HIM LAST TIME ON APRIL 2009 AND NOW I CANNT MEET HIM EVER. I JUST WANT TO TELL HIM THAT  I LOVE HIM A LOT AND I NEED MY DAD VERY MUCH, I M SORRY THIS HAPPENED TO HIM...I KNOW HE IS WITH GOD NOW.. HE IS HAPPY....I KNOW BUT IT HURTS BECAUSE GOD WANTED HIM ALL TO HIMSELF, BUT HE DOESNT UNDERSTAND I WANTED HIM TOO....I LOVE YOU DADDY ........NO ONE IS HERE WHO SUGGESTS ME ANYTHING .....I  AM MISSING U DAD IN EVERY MOMENTS OF MY LIFE ..... &gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-1222079258041249214?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/1222079258041249214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-u-dad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/1222079258041249214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/1222079258041249214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2010/01/love-u-dad.html' title='LOVE U DAD'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-7418654183949778396</id><published>2009-12-19T18:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-19T18:14:19.775+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>MY BIRTHDAY</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CADMINI%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Well Last&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Monday was my birthday and I turned 25. I know 25 is not that old, but it sure felt different than turning 24.I just wanted to thanks to my family, friends,and to my special someone who’s been there for me always but Not with me since last one year. I’d like to take this opportunity to say sorry to all those persons I hurted ever.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Thank God for giving me another page on my book in life! for giving me strength to be strong in every trials and decisions I made. I guess this time I really thought about what I have done so far in my life and that it has been 3 years since I graduated college.And now having a job even though It is very stressful and sometimes you hate it but from the bottom of my heart i love my job and it is well worth it in the end..So far in these 25 years I think I have accomplished a lot! In fact I can truly say that my life as it is now is not the happiest&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;one.&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;but This is Life ......Even though a lot of problems came to my life in these past few years,  now trying to move on and catch up in everything. But I have No regrets about being the person I am today. Moving forward is preety easy...but this preety easy is the toughest one for me. Not that you have much choice – its either forward or stop and I’m not keen on the second option. So forward I go....&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m Happy with my life now as long as I continue to learn and to grow. I’m also very confident&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;as long as I continue trying something new. Still I know there are a lot of things that I have not yet accomplished that I hope to in the next few years.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sometimes nothing means thinking of them.........&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sometimes dreams are better than reality................&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its my 25th Birthday.......yet i have to prove myself in every aspect .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This birthday is totally different from my others .........because i have nothing to wait .....nothing spl in life......no one is very close ...........&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;so whole day i made myself busy in office.......and try to ran away from the memories .........but its true u never ignore ur memories ....memories are &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;very close to our heart .&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I wish many many more Birthday to come so that others have time to appreciate me as much as I do.!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I really felt guilt in that, but that decision neither made me happy nor you, Hope u understand…we just a human who can be hurt and who can hurt someone…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes being alone is the greatest pleasure.. coz it makes us miss and feel someone's presence around us..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;We think, we dream, we imagine..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Closing our eyes we just see them..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thinking nothing means thinking of them..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes in the melody of the song we get involved...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes we imagine ourselves in others.. we relate us with others..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes missing is better than being together..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes losing is better than gaining..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes giving is better than taking..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;and..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 5pt 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes DREAMS are better than REALITY...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-7418654183949778396?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/7418654183949778396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-birthday.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/7418654183949778396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/7418654183949778396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-birthday.html' title='MY BIRTHDAY'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-1600422501000103678</id><published>2009-11-29T14:29:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-29T14:43:24.380+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>दिल से......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;आज आंखे थोड़ी नम है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;जुबां भी खामोश है&lt;br /&gt;लबों पर थर्राहट है&lt;br /&gt;जैसे कुछ कहने की बेताबी है&lt;br /&gt;लेकिन शब्द जुबां से कोसों दूर है&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;ये&lt;/span&gt; सपना जैसा हकीकत है...&lt;br /&gt;शायद किसी अपने का करीब न होने का दर्द है&lt;br /&gt;अपनी आत्मा को खोने का गम है &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;एक तो तनहाईयां उसपर अजनबी से लोग&lt;br /&gt;तुम होते तो शायद मना करती रोने से&lt;br /&gt;अब तो इस खारे पानी की कीमत भी नहीं है&lt;br /&gt;ये तो एक उदास सा लम्हा है&lt;br /&gt;जो अश्क बनकर हर तस्वीर को धुंधला कर देता है &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;रात के इस अनगिने पहर में&lt;br /&gt;अपनी सांसो की लय को सुनते हैं&lt;br /&gt;कभी कुछ याद करते हैं&lt;br /&gt;तो कभी कुछ भूलना चाहते हैं&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;एक अधूरा सा लम्हा है जिंदगी&lt;br /&gt;इससे ही दिल को तसल्ली देते है&lt;br /&gt;मैं नहीं जानता ये रिश्ता क्या होता है&lt;br /&gt;बस तुम्हीं तो थी मेरी परिभाषा&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;अब भी क्यूं लगता है कि तुम मेरे हो&lt;br /&gt;जब कि तुम मेरे नहीं हो................&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/3296615674260831231-1600422501000103678?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/1600422501000103678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_29.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/1600422501000103678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/1600422501000103678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post_29.html' title='दिल से......'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-7229936955086347053</id><published>2009-11-17T22:30:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-17T22:48:14.019+05:30</updated><title type='text'>बस याद साथ है.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SwLadJQ8daI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PYh7gbFpflY/s1600/frnd4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405122697036068258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SwLadJQ8daI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PYh7gbFpflY/s320/frnd4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wat remains of one? glimpse? a sultry smile? the blink of an eyelid?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;think and think again..... nothin remains.. nothing.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats the irony of life and its beauty too.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;thats the emptiness that life brings and its fullness to..... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;it just depends on one whether he sees the irony or the beauty....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;i chose the latter.... n thus i choose 2 overcome my past ....... to smile through pains.. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;for thats wat life is all about... its all about acknowledging the darknes all around n yet realising the beauty of the light that spans in between...knowing fully well that its just a passing phase..... that its glory is transitory...chnages r a part of life... they r the only constants... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;yet we calling to false hope with both our arms and all our heart, for we like constancy in life... constancy is but a myth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;all that I can do is take in his leap, in his giant stride that spans the 5 oceans, the 3 worlds and the cavernous depths of hell....just the stars of the starry night sky... they light up our lives for those few hours that they exist...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;knowing fully well that its but my destiny get immersed into the river of oblivion at the crack of dawn... as the first ray of the sun touches caresses the virgin earth....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;as the momentary tries in vain to bridge eternal and everlasting darkness.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I Might Not Be Talkative. But I can Always Be All Ears.. I Might Not Always Return A Gesture. But I can Always Hope For Your Best.. I Can Only Smile n, Be Silent At Times. But I Can Always Luv You In My Own Way.. Coz For Me.. Its Best said When You Say Nothing.. for.... The Deepest River Flows With The Least Sound... AND.. Feelings Stretch... Beyond Words..... Beyond Times..... Beyond Everything............But The Time I lost u I lost everything ................&lt;br /&gt;REALLY BAS YAAD SAATH HAI...............&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-7229936955086347053?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/7229936955086347053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/7229936955086347053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/7229936955086347053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='बस याद साथ है.....'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SwLadJQ8daI/AAAAAAAAANQ/PYh7gbFpflY/s72-c/frnd4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-5665202042699100704</id><published>2009-10-30T14:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-30T14:15:27.037+05:30</updated><title type='text'>ITS ALL TRUE !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SuqncX-q28I/AAAAAAAAAM4/tESSPa-o_OM/s1600-h/Life-is-Good.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398311209272007618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SuqncX-q28I/AAAAAAAAAM4/tESSPa-o_OM/s320/Life-is-Good.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not undermine your worth by comparing yourself with others.&lt;br /&gt;It is because we are different that each of us is special.&lt;br /&gt;Do not set your goals by what other people seem important.&lt;br /&gt;Only you know what is best for you.&lt;br /&gt;Do not take for granted the things closest to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Cling to them as you would your life, for without them, life is meaningless.&lt;br /&gt;Do not let your life slip through your fingers by living in the past nor for the future.&lt;br /&gt;By living your life one day at a time, you live all of the days of your life.&lt;br /&gt;Do not give up when you still have something to give.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is really over until the moment you stop trying.&lt;br /&gt;It is a fragile thread that binds us to each other.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be afraid to encounter risks.&lt;br /&gt;It is by taking chances that we learn how to be brave.&lt;br /&gt;Do not shut love out of your life by saying it is impossible to find.&lt;br /&gt;The quickest way to receive love is to give love.&lt;br /&gt;The fastest way to lose love is too hold it too tightly.&lt;br /&gt;In addition, the best way to keep love is to give it wings.&lt;br /&gt;Do not dismiss your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;To be without dreams is to be without hope.&lt;br /&gt;To be without hope is to be without purpose.&lt;br /&gt;Do not run through life so fast that you forget not only where you have been,&lt;br /&gt;but also where you are going.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not a race,&lt;br /&gt;but a journey to be savored each step of the way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;there is no road in the world dat goes to happiness.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;but Happiness itself is the only way which go anywhere in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;its the strong feeling i felt ever........I learned from my past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You can close your eyes to reality but not to memories.&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/3296615674260831231-5665202042699100704?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/5665202042699100704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-true.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/5665202042699100704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/5665202042699100704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-true.html' title='ITS ALL TRUE !'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SuqncX-q28I/AAAAAAAAAM4/tESSPa-o_OM/s72-c/Life-is-Good.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-3317498103077678432</id><published>2009-10-17T14:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-17T14:52:10.728+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>यादें.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/StmMqMWJu-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/KgKmiCv_b94/s1600-h/diwali-greetings-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393496685249412066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/StmMqMWJu-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/KgKmiCv_b94/s320/diwali-greetings-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;हर तरफ जगमगाहट है, रोशनी है, उमंग है, जोश है, तरंग है।फिर भी ये मन उदास क्यों है....शायद अपने अतीत को याद कर.......शायद अपने वर्तमान को सोचकर ......या फिर अपने भविष्य को अंधकारमय देखकर......कुछ भी कहना आसान नहीं । सचमुच क्योकिं इसका जवाब ढ़ूंढ़ने के लिए यादों की उस तस्वीर को झाड़ पोछकर बाहर लाना पड़ेगा जिसमें कहीं तो ख्वाबों की हरियाली थी तो कहीं सपनों के टूटने का एकाकीपन। इन्हीं छोटे छोटे लम्हों को समेटकर ये जिंदगी बनती है.... वो पल जो बीते हुए कल के थे...कभी कभी हमारे आज पर भारी पड़ते है।हम लाख कोिशश करते हैं लेकिन फिर भी हम अपनी यादों को जेहन से नहीं निकाल पाते है। आज भी याद है वो रांची की मस्ती.......जमशेदपुर के पल........दिल्ली की गलियां और मेरठ की दीवाली......ये तो गिनती के खास लम्हें है इन जैसे न जाने कितनी यादों की जिंदा तस्वीरें मुझे रुलाती है।&lt;br /&gt;हर तरफ पटाखों की गूंज है, खुशियां रौशनी की तरह जगमगा रही हैं लेकिन ये तन्हाई मेरा पीछा ही नहीं छोड़ रही है। कुछ समझ में नहीं आ रहा है और भला आए भी तो कैसे..इस पराए शहर को मैं अपना बनाने की कोशिश तो कर रहा हूं लेकिन पता नहीं कितना सफल रहूंगा ।पहली दफां इतना अकेला हूं किसी फेस्टिवल में और ये तन्हाई जो ना कराएं।त्यौहारों के मौके हम भुनाते नहीं निभाते थे और उससे भी कहीं ज्यादा जीते थे, ये ऐसी खुशियां होती थी जिन्हे हम साल भर जीते थे और हमें इनका इंतजार होता था। वक्त गुज़रने के साथ साथ ये हमारी यादों की कभी न मिटने वाली इबारतों में शामिल हो जाती हैं। ये दीवाली आपकी ख़्वाहिशों को मंज़िल तक ले जाने की रोशनी दे...आपकी ज़िंदगी में खुशियों के दीप जलाए रखे.......&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY DIWALI&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-3317498103077678432?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/3317498103077678432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/3317498103077678432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/3317498103077678432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title='यादें.....'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/StmMqMWJu-I/AAAAAAAAAMU/KgKmiCv_b94/s72-c/diwali-greetings-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-6759318983099824369</id><published>2009-10-04T16:37:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-04T16:53:47.091+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scattered dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>My Thoughts and Love .....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SsiFQM5YvVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eG3f9OndtAg/s1600-h/love_relationships-anime-2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388703467535121746" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 319px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SsiFQM5YvVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eG3f9OndtAg/s320/love_relationships-anime-2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lines from the movies tell u the Fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josie Geller: Sometime you’ll kiss someone and know that’s the person you’re supposed to kiss for the rest of your life.—&lt;strong&gt;NEVER BEEN KISSED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only wrong thing would be to deny what your heart truly feels.—&lt;strong&gt;THE MASK OF ZORRO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will see a lot of things,But they will mean nothing to youIf you lose sight of the one you love.—&lt;strong&gt;AT FIRST SIGHT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you love someone you say it…you say it right then,out loud…or the moment just…passes you by.—&lt;strong&gt;MY BEST FRIEND’S WEDDING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather have hadOne breath of her hair,One kiss from her mouth,One touch of her hand,Than an eternity without it…—&lt;strong&gt;CITY OF ANGELS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fate exists but it can only take you so far,Because once you’re thereIt’s up to you to make it happen.—&lt;strong&gt;CAN’T HARDLY WAIT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you’ve found that person you want to spend the rest of ur life with, you want the rest of ur life to begin right away."—&lt;strong&gt;When Harry Met Sally&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes when you hold out for everything, you walk away with nothing."—&lt;strong&gt;Ally McBeal&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the way you talk to me And the way you cut your hair.I hate the way you drive my car.I hate it when you stare.I hate your big dumb combat bootsAnd the way you read my mind.I hate you so much it makes me sick –It even makes me rhyme.I hate the way you’re always right.I hate it when you lie.I hate it when you make me laugh –Even worse when you make me cry.I hate it that you’re not aroundAnd the fact that you didn’t call.But mostly I hate the wayI don’t hate you –Not even close, not even a little bit, not any at all.—&lt;strong&gt;Kat Startford (10 Things I Hate About You)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"if two people are meant for each other, it doesnt mean that they are meant for each other NOW."—&lt;strong&gt;pacey whitter "DAWSON’S CREEK"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Lois: You know, if somebody had asked me three days ago who the one person in the world I admired most was, I’d have said you. But, without really knowing what that meant. Without understanding that the hardest thing about being you is all the things you can’t do. All the cries for help that you can’t answer, and how that quietly tears you apart. But it never stops you. And after living a little of that myself, I realized something…something I never thought was possible.Clark: What?Lois: I love you more. More than I ever have and more than I everthought I could love anyone, and so, I wanna ask … Will you marry me?—&lt;strong&gt;LOIS AND CLARK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s a cornball thing, but love is passion,obsession, someone you can’t live without. If you don’t start with that, what are you going to end up with? I say fall head over heels. Find someone you love like crazy and who’ll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart… Run the risk, if you get hurt, you’ll come back. Because the truth is, there is no sense living your life without this. To make the journey and not fall deeply in love — well, you haven’t lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven’t tried, you haven’t lived… Stay open. Who knows? Lightning could strike.—&lt;strong&gt;MEET JOE BLACK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Man: "Will you love me for the rest of my life?"Woman: "I will love you for the rest of mine."—&lt;strong&gt;PHENOMENON&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee it won’t be easyI guarantee that at one point or anotherOne of us is going to want to leave.But I also guarantee thatIf I don’t ask you to be mineI am going to regret itFor the rest of my lifeBecause I know in my heartYou are the only one for me.—&lt;strong&gt;RUNAWAY BRIDE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Catherine,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry I haven’t talked to you in so long. I feel I’ve beenlost. No bearings, no compass. I kept crashing into things, a little crazy I guess. I’ve never been lost before. You were my true north. I could always steer for home when you were my home. Forgive me for being so angry when you left. I still think some mistake’s been made and I’m waiting for God to take it back. But I’m doing better now. The work helps me. Most of all, you helpme.&lt;br /&gt;You came into my dream last night with that smile of yours that always held me like a lover, rocked me like a child. All I remember from the dream is a feeling of peace. I woke up with that feeling and tried to keep it alive as long as I could.&lt;br /&gt;I’m writing to tell you that I’m on a journey toward that peace. And to tell you I’m sorry about so many things. I’m sorry I didn’t take better care of you so that you never spent one minute being cold or scared or sick. I’m sorry I didn’t try harder to find the words to tell you what I was feeling. I’m sorry I never fixed the screen door. I fixed it now. I’m sorry I ever fought with you. I’m sorry I didn’t apologize more. I was too proud. I’m sorry I didn’t bring you more compliments on everything you wore and every way you fixed your hair. I’m sorry I didn’t hold on to you with so much strength that even God couldn’t pull you away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All my love. G.—MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only feeling of real loss is when you love someone, more than you love yourself."—&lt;strong&gt;GOOD WILL HUNTING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;When you love someone,And you love them with your heart,It never disappears when you’re apart.When you love someoneAnd you’ve done all you can do,You set them free.And if that love was true,When you love someoneIt will all come back to you—&lt;strong&gt;FORGET PARIS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot find true love where it does not truly exist. And you cannot hide it where it truly does.—&lt;strong&gt;KISSING A FOOL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created my very own first breakup rule: Destroy all pictures where he looks sexy and you look happy. Breakup rule No. 2: Until emotionally stabilized, enter no stores. Breakup rule No. 3: Never stop thinking about him, even for a moment. because that’s the moment he’ll appear. And finally, the most important breakup rule: No matter who broke your heart or how long it takes to heal, you’ll never get through it without your friends.—&lt;strong&gt;Carrie, from the sitcom SEX AND THE CITY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;" i miss you so much it hurts"—&lt;strong&gt;SLEEPLESS IN SEATTLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Half my days i cannot bear not to touch you,the rest of the time i feel it doesn’t matterif i ever see you again. It isn’t the mortality,it is how much you can bear….."—&lt;strong&gt;THE ENGLISH PATIENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in love? I bet you don’t, you’re probably toosensible for that. Have you ever seen someone and you know that if only that person really know you, they’d dump the perfect model they were with and realize that you are the one they want to grow old with? Have you ever fallen in love with someone you’ve never talked to? Have you ever been so alone you spent the night confusing a guy in a coma?—&lt;strong&gt;WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"anything less than mad, passionate, extraordinary love is awaste of your time. there are too many mediocre things in life to deal with and love shouldn’t be one of them."—&lt;strong&gt;A DREAM FOR AN INSOMNIAC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"i’m here to love you, to hold you in my arms and to protect you. i’m here to learn from you and to receive your love in return. i’m here coz there’s no other place to be."—&lt;strong&gt;MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"Me? I’m scared of everything. I’m scared of what I saw, of what I did, of who I am. And most of all, I’m scared of walking out of thisroom and never feeling the rest of my whole life the way I feel when I’m with you."—&lt;strong&gt;DIRTY DANCING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When you kiss someone, everything around you becomes hazy… and the only thing in focus is you and this person… And you realize that this person is the only person you should be kissing for the rest of your life… And for one moment, you get, this amazing gift… And you wanna laugh and ou wanna cry… Cuz you feel so lucky that you’ve found it and so scared that it’ll go away all at the same time…"—&lt;strong&gt;NEVER BEEN KISSED&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It’s funny how we set qualifications for the right person to lovewhile at the back of our minds we know that the person we trully love will always be an exception"—Ally McBeal&lt;br /&gt;"how can you assume to be friends with someone when all you think about when you look at him is how much more you really want?"-&lt;strong&gt;joey, DAWSON’S CREEK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;if two people love each other, but just cant seem to put things together, when would that point be.. when one would say enough is enough? &lt;strong&gt;NEVER.—THE MEXICAN&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;"So this is love…so this is what makes life divine. I’m all aglow,and now I know. The key to all heaven is mine. My heart has wings, and I can fly. I’ll touch every star in the sky. So this is the miracle, that I’ve been dreaming of… So this is love."—&lt;strong&gt;CINDERELLA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Don’t you understand? That everything I do, I do for you? Anything that might be special in me…is you.—&lt;strong&gt;GREAT EXPECTATIONS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, you look at the person and see more than you did the daybefore, like a switch was flickered somewhere. And the person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can imagine yourself with.-&lt;strong&gt;Xfiles (series)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I feel like the best version of myself when i’m with you… and that makes me doubt everything else.—&lt;strong&gt;KEEPING THE FAITH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it possible to be just friends with someone i have these sort of non-moderate feelings for?… Or am I doomed forever to just be in love and ultimately significantly hurt?-Felicity&lt;br /&gt;"There are some people who meet that somebody that they cannever stop loving, no matter how hard they try. I wouldn’t expect you to understand that, oer even believe it, but trust me, there are some love that don’t go away. And maybe that makes them crazy, but we should all be lucky to end up with that somebody who has a little of that insanity. Somebody who never lets go. Somebody who cherishes you forever."— &lt;strong&gt;Ally Mc Beal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;I made the greatest mistake of falling in love with my bestfriend!!!— &lt;strong&gt;Jolina Magdangal to Marvin Agustin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;YoU’rE tHeRe, BuT nOt ReALLy.. YoU’Re MiNe, BuT nOt rEaLLy.. i NeVeR rEaLLy HaD yOu So i NeVeR rEaLLy LoSt YoU.. i SuPPoSe ThiS iS HoW We’LL aLwAyS bE.. i HaVe YoU, yOu HaVe Me,bUt ThEn AgAiN… NoT reALLy… Congratulation for your New Beginning ..........but I remain d same ..........U told me some day that Happiness in life is to love and be loved .......and i will follow d same rule............&lt;strong&gt;vikash &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/3296615674260831231-6759318983099824369?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/6759318983099824369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-thoughts-and-love.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/6759318983099824369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/6759318983099824369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-thoughts-and-love.html' title='My Thoughts and Love .....'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SsiFQM5YvVI/AAAAAAAAAMM/eG3f9OndtAg/s72-c/love_relationships-anime-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-6643096306930662293</id><published>2009-09-20T19:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-20T19:52:30.528+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>LOVE....A  MYSTERY</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SrYw3XbwAkI/AAAAAAAAAME/HgEXFV-0wBQ/s1600-h/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383544132309353026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SrYw3XbwAkI/AAAAAAAAAME/HgEXFV-0wBQ/s320/aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#cc0000;"&gt;just like the above picture may be my love was not Perfect but its very True............&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;Why is the word "love" so overused these days?? and why is "love" itself so fake nowadays? How can you tell someone "i love you" when you dont even know what it truly means? Who knows what love is? Happy of them who can say that they know how exactly true love feels like… I know … I did….&lt;br /&gt;Love has to be something so amazing and so extraordinary and so magical that consumes you, love for someone should make you completely crazy, pick you up and turn you around, they become the apple of your eye, you want to spend all your time with them, and give them the entire world as a gift if you could… and God know what more love is… but this can’t be it..&lt;br /&gt;These are the remembrance of my past which bothers me since last october.For Me the defination of Love is only you.......U&lt;br /&gt;I am just presenting some points how was our love ...........I miss u because today is CHAND RAAT ........and it made me like cry ..............watever i m going to writing is exactly a true love of ours .... which is no more ....because midway u chose a road which was not to be taken ......u leave me alone ....i suffered endlessely ........but there are when we have to stop loving someone not cause we start hating them but because we realise that they would be much happier if we let them go .&lt;br /&gt;i rememberd the days the time we spent .............&lt;br /&gt;THAT WAS LOVE .............SO I STILL MISS  .........&lt;br /&gt;THOSE DAYS.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those days she will cross oceans for me, and that i would cross continents for her…&lt;br /&gt;As i m with her nothing else around her matters, i want her to feel that no harm could reach her as long as she had me, i want to wake up and thank God every second for having her with me…&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be my very first thought when i wake up, and i want to be his very last thought before she goes to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to say " i will follow you to the end of the world" just to be with her and mean it from the deepest part of her heart…&lt;br /&gt;I want her to not be afraid to risk it all for our love…&lt;br /&gt;I want her to be the only shoulder i can lay my head on…&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the only hand she wants to hold…&lt;br /&gt;I want to be the healer of her pain…&lt;br /&gt;I want her to feel she needs me to be part of her life…&lt;br /&gt;I want to be able to live in her eyes…&lt;br /&gt;I want her to get lost in mine…&lt;br /&gt;head over heels all i want is LOVE.&lt;br /&gt;But "Sometimes when you hold out for everything, you walk away with nothing."&lt;br /&gt;ITS THE FACT OF LOVE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&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/3296615674260831231-6643096306930662293?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/6643096306930662293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/09/lovea-mystery.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/6643096306930662293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/6643096306930662293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/09/lovea-mystery.html' title='LOVE....A  MYSTERY'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SrYw3XbwAkI/AAAAAAAAAME/HgEXFV-0wBQ/s72-c/aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-1446464148724536961</id><published>2009-08-31T22:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-31T22:43:40.328+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>एक अहसास....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SpwDNOsq79I/AAAAAAAAALc/I_WONF_gBMM/s1600-h/Yesterday__s_Feelings_by_littlemewhatever.png"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376175580992171986" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SpwDNOsq79I/AAAAAAAAALc/I_WONF_gBMM/s320/Yesterday__s_Feelings_by_littlemewhatever.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;उन आंखों को देखकर जिंदगी का अहसास होता है&lt;br /&gt;उन आंखो को देखकर खुद के होने का अहसास होता है&lt;br /&gt;प्यार यही तो है जो भीड़ में भी तुम्हे ढूंढता हूं&lt;br /&gt;हर चेहरे में ही तुम्हें तलाश करता हूं&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;वो प्यार नहीं तो क्या था जब&lt;br /&gt;मेरे इक बात पर कैसे भी मुझसे मिलने आती थी&lt;br /&gt;शॉपिंग करने से पहले मेरे पर्स को चेक करती थी&lt;br /&gt;फिजुल के खर्च पर मुझे जम कर डांटती&lt;br /&gt;हर वक्त मेरा साथ देती थी&lt;br /&gt;वो भी तो प्यार था ना&lt;br /&gt;जब हर हालात से निपटकर जन्मदिन मेरे साथ मनाती थी&lt;br /&gt;मेरे बाइक पर बैठकर जोर से चिल्लाती थी&lt;br /&gt;बुरे वक्त से मुझे बाहर निकालती थी&lt;br /&gt;मेरी पसंद के कपड़े पहनती थी&lt;br /&gt;मेरी खुशी के लिए कुछ भी करती थी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;प्यार सिर्फ कहने भर को तो नहीं होता ना&lt;br /&gt;हर दिन के छोटे छोटे लम्हों में&lt;br /&gt;हम बड़े बड़े सपने सजाते थे&lt;br /&gt;उन सपनों के खातिर ही तो&lt;br /&gt;हम इतनी दूर आए थे&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;इन आंखो को तलाश है आज भी&lt;br /&gt;सपनों के पूरा होने का&lt;br /&gt;कोई बात नहीं तुम पास नहीं&lt;br /&gt;हर सांस तुम्हारा है हमदम&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;जो पास होकर भी पास नहीं&lt;br /&gt;पर उससे जुदा कोई अहसास नहीं&lt;br /&gt;एक सवाल है आधी उलझी सी&lt;br /&gt;हर बीते पल की परछाई सी&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;बस जीते है इस आस में की&lt;br /&gt;तुम कल-परसों आ जाओगी....&lt;br /&gt;कोई बात नहीं, कुछ खास नहीं&lt;br /&gt;हम झूठी आस में जीते है.....&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/3296615674260831231-1446464148724536961?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/1446464148724536961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_31.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/1446464148724536961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/1446464148724536961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_31.html' title='एक अहसास....'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SpwDNOsq79I/AAAAAAAAALc/I_WONF_gBMM/s72-c/Yesterday__s_Feelings_by_littlemewhatever.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-8745311279082341533</id><published>2009-08-30T14:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-30T16:41:38.748+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><title type='text'>"The Missing Piece"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/Spo7KN5Ge9I/AAAAAAAAALU/5T_-dXGKq8c/s1600-h/missing_you-1809.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5375674151934000082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/Spo7KN5Ge9I/AAAAAAAAALU/5T_-dXGKq8c/s320/missing_you-1809.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the Shel Silverstein book called "The Missing Piece Meets the Big O." And no, its not about how to have a great orgasm or Oprah. Well, maybe you could extrapolate that if you REALLY wanted to… Anyway, the story goes something like this…&lt;br /&gt;"The missing piece sat alone…waiting for someone to come along and take it somewhere. Some fit, but could not roll. Others could roll, but did not fit. One didn’t know a thing about fitting. And another didn’t know a thing about anything. One was too delicate. Pop! One put it on a pedestal…and left it there. Some had too many pieces missing. Some had too many pieces, period. It learned to hide from the hungry ones. More came. Some looked too closely. Others rolled right by without noticing. hi? It tried to make itself more attractive…It didn’t help. It tried being flashy but that just frightened away the shy ones. At last one came along that fit just right. (rolling along happily) But all of the sudden… the missing piece began to grow! And grow! ‘I didn’t know you were going to grow.’ ‘I didn’t know either,’ said the missing piece. ‘Bye…’ ‘I’m lookin’ for my missing piece, one that won’t increase…’ *sigh* And then one day, one came along who looked different.&lt;br /&gt;‘What do you want of me?’ asked the missing piece. ‘Nothing.’ ‘What do you need from me?’ ‘Nothing.’ ‘Who are you?’ asked the missing piece. ‘I am the Big O,’ said the Big O. [Big O proceeds to tell the missing piece that it can't roll with it, but maybe it can learn to roll on its own.]The missing piece was alone again. For a long time it just sat there. Then… slowly… it lifted itself up on one end… and flopped over, Then lift… pull… flop… it began to move forward…and soon its edges began to wear off… and its shape began to change…and then it was bumping instead of flopping… and then bouncing instead of bumping… and then it was rolling instead of bouncing… and it didn’t know where and it didn’t care. It was rolling!"&lt;br /&gt;I love that story. For its simplicity and truth. When we expect another to complete us — it undermines our ability to be a whole person in the relationship. Thereby building a relationship on a shaky foundation (the missing piece trying to roll with the one who "fit just right.") After reading this story and comparing it to Jerry Maguire’s passionate declaration of "You complete me!" I really wonder how things ended up for Jerry and Dorothy after the cameras stopped rolling. Perhaps our insistence that someone else can make us feel complete/happy/fulfilled/supported/pretty/powerful/strong/handsome/loved… may be a huge factor in why so many relationships fail. Very simply, its better when we can roll with someone instead of trying to get them to help us roll where we want to go.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For More About that book Story follow the links....u must like it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.osorhan.com/bigo/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-8745311279082341533?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/8745311279082341533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-piece.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/8745311279082341533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/8745311279082341533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-piece.html' title='&quot;The Missing Piece&quot;'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/Spo7KN5Ge9I/AAAAAAAAALU/5T_-dXGKq8c/s72-c/missing_you-1809.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-6433740233679414829</id><published>2009-08-26T21:38:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-26T21:49:05.934+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scattered dreams'/><title type='text'>Somewhere. Somehow. Someday....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SpVgG9aQC0I/AAAAAAAAALM/1FCyK-lI3m8/s1600-h/aaaaaa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374307403016702786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 245px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SpVgG9aQC0I/AAAAAAAAALM/1FCyK-lI3m8/s320/aaaaaa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It’s over.She’s gone.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to part while the love is still there?Why do we have to suffer?Why do we have to cry when somebody bids goodbye?Why do beginnings have an end?Why do we have to meet only to lose in the end?&lt;br /&gt;There are questions left unanswered, words left unsaid, letters left unread,poems left undone, songs left unsung, love left unexpressed, promises left unfulfilled.&lt;br /&gt;In a relationship,one of the hardest things to do is saying goodbye and/or letting go.It is as hard as breaking a crystal because you’ll never know when you will be able to pick up the pieces again.More often than not, they who go, feel not the pain of parting; it is they who stay behind that suffer, because they are left with memories of a love that was meant to be, a love that was.&lt;br /&gt;At the beginning and at the end of a relationship, we are embarrassed to find ourselves alone.Unfair as it may seem, but that’s the way love goes.That’s the drama, the bittersweet and the risk of falling in love.After all, nothing is constant but change.Everything will eventually come to its end without us knowing when, without us knowing how, without us even knowing why.And we must forget not because we want to but because we have to.&lt;br /&gt;In letting go, sorrows come not as a single spy but a batallion.It seems that everywhere you go, everything you do, every song you hear, every turn of your head, every move of your body, every beat of your heart, every blink of your eye and every breath you take always reminds you of him.It’s like a stab of a knife, a torture in the night.&lt;br /&gt;Funny how the whole world becomes depopulated when only one person is missing.Just imagine, There are billion people on earth and yet it seems you feel lonely and empty without the other.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know if it’s worth calling an art, but letting go entails special skills sparkled with a considerable space and time.Time heals all wounds but it takes a little push on our part. Acceptance plays a part. Not all love stories end with"…and they live happily ever after."&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we have to part because of circumstances beyond our control. We have to suffer if it would mean happiness for others.But sometimes fatw exists but it can only take you so far ,because once you are there ,its up to you to mak it happen and the only wrong thing is to deny what your heart truly feels.it pains n pains remain forever .Pain. Lots and lots and lots and lots of pain. So deep it cuts into your very being. Leaving scars that will last long after the pain.We have to cry to temporarily let go of the pains. Every beginning has its end like every dawn has its dusk. It’s something we can’t control, something we had to live up.&lt;br /&gt;It’s over.She’s gone. But life has to go on.Goodbye doesn’t always mean forever.There will always be a place and time where questions will be answered, words will be spoken, letters will be read, poems will be recited in the night, songs will be sung in harmony, love will be expressed in solitude and promises will be fulfilled.&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/3296615674260831231-6433740233679414829?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/6433740233679414829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/08/somewhere-somehow-someday.html#comment-form' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/6433740233679414829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/6433740233679414829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/08/somewhere-somehow-someday.html' title='Somewhere. Somehow. Someday....'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SpVgG9aQC0I/AAAAAAAAALM/1FCyK-lI3m8/s72-c/aaaaaa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-7522434192945343579</id><published>2009-08-23T19:11:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-23T19:17:04.465+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scattered dreams'/><title type='text'>सिर्फ तुम....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SpFHRH1zLRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ysm6l002yq8/s1600-h/DreamWave_by_Ezakiel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373154189917760786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SpFHRH1zLRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ysm6l002yq8/s320/DreamWave_by_Ezakiel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;आज शाम की तनहाई में&lt;br /&gt;गुम सा है हर अरमान&lt;br /&gt;कुछ पास है पर खास नहीं&lt;br /&gt;बदला सा है आसमान&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;वक्त की आगोश में जब&lt;br /&gt;डूब गया हर ख्वाब&lt;br /&gt;जो अपना था वो छोड़ गया&lt;br /&gt;बस यादें ही है पास&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;शिकवा शिकायत किससे करें&lt;br /&gt;अपने ही नहीं जब पास&lt;br /&gt;दूसरों से कोई गिला नहीं&lt;br /&gt;अपना अब कोई बचा नहीं&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;हर वक्त ये सोचता रहता हूं&lt;br /&gt;तुम अपनी थी या गैर&lt;br /&gt;हर सांस से वादा करते हैं&lt;br /&gt;ना याद करेंगे फिर तुझको&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ना दोष किसी को देते है&lt;br /&gt;ना गुस्सा तुम पर करते है&lt;br /&gt;कभी चलते चलते रोते है&lt;br /&gt;कभी हंसते हुए भी रोते है&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;एक अदना सा इंसान हू मैं&lt;br /&gt;इस इंसान की भगवान हो तुम&lt;br /&gt;ना सोचा कभी...ना जाना कभी..&lt;br /&gt;बस बीच भंवर में बस छोड़ गई&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;सिर्फ तुम..... सिर्फ तुम.....और तुम &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-7522434192945343579?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/7522434192945343579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_23.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/7522434192945343579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/7522434192945343579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post_23.html' title='सिर्फ तुम....'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SpFHRH1zLRI/AAAAAAAAAKg/Ysm6l002yq8/s72-c/DreamWave_by_Ezakiel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-30316571844786646</id><published>2009-06-21T18:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-10T10:14:43.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>This day.....That Year......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/Sn-lnXFN0gI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HwLCKYYcnvE/s1600-h/a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/Sn-lnXFN0gI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HwLCKYYcnvE/s320/a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368191376478294530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As silence fills my loneliness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only for you my heart cries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The growing gnawing pain within myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That tears every senses of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have the memories when we first meet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories that I thought would just be the beginning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And would never end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But suddenly it was gone with the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each breath i take which describes my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is all because of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside my heart I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that you feel the same way too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart broke like a glass when you said i am just a backup&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been waiting for a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping that one day you would realize and understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have closed your door to me indeed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I was obsessed and was pushing myself to you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain of losing something .. sometimes it becomes so blinding…u pretend as if nothing is wrong, but it tears you away… you try tobe normal but u don’t behave normal… u broken into pieces… and u seeurself as a mess… a black and white sketch … made of broken lines!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;This is the time when you sit back and start thinking about the time and life that passed by. Everything you have been hoping would not happen and that happened,and liFe starts screaming at you in your face the dark spots of your journey.&lt;br /&gt;This is the time you get up,rub your shoulders and snub those allegations life has made at you across its face and start BLOGGING!!!! isn’t it??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-30316571844786646?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/30316571844786646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-daythat-year.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/30316571844786646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/30316571844786646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/06/this-daythat-year.html' title='This day.....That Year......'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/Sn-lnXFN0gI/AAAAAAAAAKI/HwLCKYYcnvE/s72-c/a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-8296417948132863426</id><published>2009-06-14T22:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-14T22:27:30.898+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scattered dreams'/><title type='text'>Who comes to your mind First .............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SjUrk_KT90I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r7EGEDKn7EE/s1600-h/lonely.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347228047002302274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 250px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SjUrk_KT90I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r7EGEDKn7EE/s320/lonely.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself this question and answer it honestly :&lt;br /&gt;"When you are happy, which person would you want to share your happiness with?" The one you think of is someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;Ask yourself another question and answer it honestly :&lt;br /&gt;"When you are sad, which person you want to share your burden with?" The one you think of is also someone you love.&lt;br /&gt;If you think of the same person when you are happy &amp;amp; sad, that’s the most perfect. But if you don’t think of the same person, I would advise you to chose the one you are willing to share your sadness with.&lt;br /&gt;In life, there are more sorrows than happiness. There are too many people that you meet that you can share your happiness with, not necessary your lover.&lt;br /&gt;If you live your life happily, you can also enjoy it alone.&lt;br /&gt;In sadness, however, there are not many people willing to share your burden with you. If you are willing to tell someone your happiness, I am sure that person has got to be someone close &amp;amp; an understanding person to you.&lt;br /&gt;But it shouldn’t stop there. If that person only thinks of you when he is happy, but looks for someone else when he is sad, this person is too unstable, he doesn’t treat you as someone he can spend the rest of his life with.&lt;br /&gt;Of course, I will be very happy if I am the first person to share your happiness. But, if your sad, I will be too willing to stay by your side &amp;amp; ease your pain. Only then, will I believe that I hold a very important position in your heart.&lt;br /&gt;Again…&lt;br /&gt;If you are sad, who comes to your mind first? (",)&lt;br /&gt;Its strange but very true ................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-8296417948132863426?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/8296417948132863426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-comes-to-your-mind-first.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/8296417948132863426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/8296417948132863426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/06/who-comes-to-your-mind-first.html' title='Who comes to your mind First .............'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/SjUrk_KT90I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/r7EGEDKn7EE/s72-c/lonely.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3296615674260831231.post-7452867615786054646</id><published>2009-06-14T16:26:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-06-14T16:36:07.760+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Scattered dreams'/><title type='text'>My Dreams ........My Desires...........and U....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"sometimes i miss you."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"try not to."&lt;br /&gt;sometimes, to be there, it is not really required that you are "there".&lt;br /&gt;and many a times, even when you "are" there, it is not enough.&lt;br /&gt;long distances, even when two people are together exist-- even if seated next to each other.&lt;br /&gt;and at times, no matter how far; you do not even need to say "you are in my thoughts always" because you always are.&lt;br /&gt;many a times, i think i would say it-- "i wish you were here"&lt;br /&gt;but then i stop, thinking maybe you may not like it. maybe this is not the way it is supposed. maybe it is all a figment of my imagination, my dreams, that i see with open eyes, going into an exaggerated overdrive.&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I wonder what life would have been like had I made some different choices in life. Anything can get me going when it comes to a love . Its nice to think about u now and then, but what can I say. i still luv u n will luv u 4ever …"&lt;br /&gt;This is my First Blog Dedicated to the on i love most .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3296615674260831231-7452867615786054646?l=dreamsbaua.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/feeds/7452867615786054646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dreams-my-desiresand-u.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/7452867615786054646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3296615674260831231/posts/default/7452867615786054646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamsbaua.blogspot.com/2009/06/my-dreams-my-desiresand-u.html' title='My Dreams ........My Desires...........and U....'/><author><name>appu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12526976041610118640</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_0Rvfr4oy8Ug/TCmhXRh51AI/AAAAAAAAAPw/JlZAOGWL2p8/S220/P1310118.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
