<?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-839977357311301964</id><updated>2011-12-24T02:59:10.139+05:30</updated><category term='Racing line'/><title type='text'>Purple Rain</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-271464122181804258</id><published>2011-11-05T05:20:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2011-11-05T05:54:04.546+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Little Embers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VuvEZ62Xmtw/TrR9ZxcS-9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/v0ANUegncDY/s1600/IMG_3349.JPG"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671295712488520658" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VuvEZ62Xmtw/TrR9ZxcS-9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/v0ANUegncDY/s400/IMG_3349.JPG" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little embers strewn across a coal black plane,&lt;br /&gt;Little embers in tiny groups that remain.&lt;br /&gt;How I wish they could touch the sky above,&lt;br /&gt;And see what I see with so much love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venus is calling out to me;&lt;br /&gt;Showing me all about love and places I could be.&lt;br /&gt;She stays fixated within my soul and tells me about dreams untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plane dips to the left,&lt;br /&gt;The dark wings shadow what I cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;The land below, shows me all the places I could be.&lt;br /&gt;The fog around mixes my visions,&lt;br /&gt;The contrast is without reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little embers burn on and on,&lt;br /&gt;Like little pieces of gold, grouped together,&lt;br /&gt;Shining on forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the darkness we now approach,&lt;br /&gt;There is no distinction between the sky and the Earth.&lt;br /&gt;We are all one,&lt;br /&gt;Made of the same matter&lt;br /&gt;It's all an illusion my friend.&lt;br /&gt;Opening your eyes will not help,&lt;br /&gt;We are only human in that body of yours.&lt;br /&gt;Only human.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth untold is within you,&lt;br /&gt;The secrets of life; all around you.&lt;br /&gt;They try letting themselves known to you through symbols,&lt;br /&gt;Symbols that have been there since the bygone years.&lt;br /&gt;Symbols that are kinds to your ears.&lt;br /&gt;Symbols that are wise and true,&lt;br /&gt;Symbols that show you, you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-271464122181804258?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/271464122181804258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=271464122181804258' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/271464122181804258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/271464122181804258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2011/11/little-embers-strewn-across-coal-black.html' title='Little Embers'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VuvEZ62Xmtw/TrR9ZxcS-9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/v0ANUegncDY/s72-c/IMG_3349.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-6829769149142010016</id><published>2010-11-08T06:04:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-08T07:10:50.405+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Racing line'/><title type='text'>The Racing Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/TNdS93noItI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-odj9_q5mM8/s1600/17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 249px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536985489730970322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/TNdS93noItI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-odj9_q5mM8/s400/17.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, if you need to find me baby,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be on the racing line.&lt;br /&gt;Goin’ in slow, comin’ out fast-&lt;br /&gt;Taking turns just fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta brake early sometimes;&lt;br /&gt;And kiss the apex so smooth.&lt;br /&gt;Gotta shift after she redlines-&lt;br /&gt;You don’t wanna spoil the mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just feel the right groove,&lt;br /&gt;And throttle her through .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s like taking my time,&lt;br /&gt;While goin’ fast.&lt;br /&gt;It’s about being on top,&lt;br /&gt;While the music lasts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-6829769149142010016?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/6829769149142010016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=6829769149142010016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/6829769149142010016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/6829769149142010016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2010/11/racing-line.html' title='The Racing Line'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/TNdS93noItI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/-odj9_q5mM8/s72-c/17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-7571276796512363825</id><published>2010-04-18T04:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-18T04:28:55.724+05:30</updated><title type='text'>(Mis)interpretations.</title><content type='html'>When you say Sena,&lt;br /&gt;I think Ayrton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you say you scored,&lt;br /&gt;I think a goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I'm high,&lt;br /&gt;It really is on life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-7571276796512363825?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/7571276796512363825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=7571276796512363825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/7571276796512363825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/7571276796512363825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2010/04/misinterpretations.html' title='(Mis)interpretations.'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-615299200752356794</id><published>2009-05-05T05:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:27:54.823+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Almost There</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Enough of being upside down&lt;br /&gt;Enough of turning round and round&lt;br /&gt;The circle’s turned three&lt;br /&gt;We are who we choose to be&lt;br /&gt;What’s wrong, What’s right,&lt;br /&gt;What’s worth a fight?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares?&lt;br /&gt;I’m almost there.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-615299200752356794?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/615299200752356794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=615299200752356794' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/615299200752356794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/615299200752356794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2009/05/almost-there.html' title='Almost There'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-6689509398262953992</id><published>2009-04-13T10:17:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-05T05:29:32.723+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Undercurrents</title><content type='html'>I have been half alive,&lt;br /&gt;I have been half dead,&lt;br /&gt;But always half of everything,&lt;br /&gt;Never quite what they said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day I feel more complete.&lt;br /&gt;Even though I know it’s all an illusion-&lt;br /&gt;Coming closer and then just moving away.&lt;br /&gt;Still I choose to believe because it’s the easier way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos the bigger picture you see,&lt;br /&gt;Is not so far away.&lt;br /&gt;Its right in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;You just gotta open up your senses and stay-&lt;br /&gt;Every single day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay for a while under the starlit sky,&lt;br /&gt;Stay for a while and watch the birds fly by.&lt;br /&gt;The sun will shine bright,&lt;br /&gt;While the moon will lighten up your night,&lt;br /&gt;The wind might help you fly&lt;br /&gt;And you may not really understand why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But feel it all,&lt;br /&gt;Soak it in,&lt;br /&gt;Be who you want to be&lt;br /&gt;Right from within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forget the world,&lt;br /&gt;Forget what’s gone,&lt;br /&gt;Forget what will be,&lt;br /&gt;Just be happy being,&lt;br /&gt;Being with Me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-6689509398262953992?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/6689509398262953992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=6689509398262953992' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/6689509398262953992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/6689509398262953992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweet-undercurrents.html' title='Sweet Undercurrents'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-2354706855292986103</id><published>2009-03-27T23:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-27T23:38:39.234+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Being</title><content type='html'>It’s bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;It’s bleeding inside.&lt;br /&gt;But Oh! These wounds&lt;br /&gt;I can hide.&lt;br /&gt;They will heal&lt;br /&gt;And like now,&lt;br /&gt;I will never stop to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pride goes a long way.&lt;br /&gt;The voices inside have something to say&lt;br /&gt;And I will keep listening to them everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Each moment is precious&lt;br /&gt;And it’s as real as it can be.&lt;br /&gt;Forever I will be,&lt;br /&gt;Just be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-2354706855292986103?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/2354706855292986103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=2354706855292986103' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/2354706855292986103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/2354706855292986103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2009/03/being.html' title='Being'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-7715380894914281722</id><published>2008-10-08T19:40:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-13T03:13:02.703+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Bend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SOzJbZ1hZnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gSZp9rib4hk/s1600-h/6a00d8348c36eb53ef00e54f6c98a28834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254796337863550578" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SOzJbZ1hZnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gSZp9rib4hk/s400/6a00d8348c36eb53ef00e54f6c98a28834-800wi.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It’s crazy how I feel like I don’t belong,&lt;br /&gt;How I’m always doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;How the rest of the world always sets what’s right,&lt;br /&gt;How you are ’nothing’ unless you fight.&lt;br /&gt;But don’t you see, what’s ’nothing’ for you,&lt;br /&gt;Might just be everything for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your shadow might be my light,&lt;br /&gt;Your day might be my night.&lt;br /&gt;Your hours might be my wind,&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts might be all that didn’t&lt;br /&gt;Let me be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words might not be my tune,&lt;br /&gt;Your sun  just might be my moon.&lt;br /&gt;Your fears might be my strength&lt;br /&gt;Your forward motions, my bend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your illusions might be my reality.&lt;br /&gt;So blend your morality,&lt;br /&gt;With all that’s around you.&lt;br /&gt;Curb your thoughts down the untrammeled road,&lt;br /&gt;Tune in on a different mode.&lt;br /&gt;’Think out of the box’ you say,&lt;br /&gt;But you still have it your way.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you rather have it your way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-7715380894914281722?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/7715380894914281722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=7715380894914281722' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/7715380894914281722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/7715380894914281722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2008/10/bend.html' title='Bend'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SOzJbZ1hZnI/AAAAAAAAAFA/gSZp9rib4hk/s72-c/6a00d8348c36eb53ef00e54f6c98a28834-800wi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-3424645436120496357</id><published>2008-10-01T04:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:10:38.247+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Who Do You Think You Are??</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- Who do you&lt;/span&gt; think you are, barging in on me and my guitar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- Baby you dont understand, somethings killing me inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- I dont care, Im busy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;. Cant you see?. I need some time alone. Alone. I dont think you quite understand that. I need to be with my mind and my guitar. Alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- Ive been dying alone. I need to talk to you, to get through to you, to be with you, to let you know its better when we are together..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- You are bugging&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; me. I cant do this. you are making it worse by even coming here. cant you see, I dont want this?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- Im sorry ok, I am impulsive.. I thought if I came here, everything would be ok. I cant talk to myself anymore..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- I dont&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; want to know ok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- please, hear me out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- thats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; all I ever do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- Ive Been trying to get in touch with you.. you dont pick u my calls, youve been lying to me,you dont reply to my messages.. what else was I to do but come here.. I cant this on my own ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- When will you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; stop thinking about yourself?. Its all about you. Have you ever thought about what Im going through?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- Why do you think Im here?. I know somethings wrong, im asking you....... talk to me........ dont block me out...... I dont understand..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; never will. Im busy now. I have to go meet my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(he then gets up and starts putting his shoes on.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;She stands up and tries to touch his hair.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He pushes her away, gives her a look and says..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- please&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; can we do this later.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;( she looks for something to say.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- I cant read your mind. I dont know what to do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-Do what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; you have to do. Leave me out of it. Forget me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-How can you forget everything just like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I have to, to save&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; myself. You wont understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;- its over?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;- it will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; be if you go on like this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(she keeps quiet and stares out the window. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He puts his guitar into its case, places it by the door.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;and says..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;-I have to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; go now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(she gets up to try and hug him.. he slightly pushes her back and starts walking down the stairs..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;-but is everything ok?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;is all she could mumble as he walked away..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;He never replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;(She followed him like a shadow as he walked down the stairs...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;...Five months later, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;He writes a song titled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6666cc;"&gt;Who do you think you are, leaving me alone with my guitar??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cccccc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-3424645436120496357?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/3424645436120496357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-3177746434426811602</id><published>2008-09-24T07:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-09T18:15:42.998+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rubber Roses Bleed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNnFdmxOEII/AAAAAAAAACg/hoV32OmG4WQ/s1600-h/figurative_paintings3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249443953090891906" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNnFdmxOEII/AAAAAAAAACg/hoV32OmG4WQ/s320/figurative_paintings3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;You had raised me above all the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;You made me feel all proud.&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I let you down,&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I made you frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I feel the night during the day,&lt;br /&gt;I hear every word she has to say.&lt;br /&gt;I feel incomplete inside,&lt;br /&gt;Now there's so much I need to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories won't go.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, how was I to know?&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know Life would start playing such an off-beat tune?&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know the baby would die so soon?&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know the sun was trying to kill the moon?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know you were singing me lullabies,&lt;br /&gt;Just to shake me, wake me up and say goodbye?&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know I shouldn't have been so sure?&lt;br /&gt;How was I to know you would walk out that door?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say it happens all the time.&lt;br /&gt;What was once mine, now belongs to another.&lt;br /&gt;The Red Rose was actually Rubber.&lt;br /&gt;It didn't wilt away,&lt;br /&gt;It was disposed off before I found something to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.&lt;br /&gt;That's the taste left in my mouth.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.&lt;br /&gt;I need to scream and shout.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Now I run from the sweet.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.&lt;br /&gt;How it makes me weak.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.&lt;br /&gt;Bits of sunshine, some rain&lt;br /&gt;And lots of pain&lt;br /&gt;Are all that remain.&lt;br /&gt;Bitter.Bitter.Bitter.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-3177746434426811602?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/3177746434426811602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=3177746434426811602' 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-839977357311301964.post-6780837071860582714</id><published>2008-09-24T07:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-26T04:23:55.325+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Help</title><content type='html'>Who teaches the flowers to bloom?&lt;br /&gt;Who teaches the birds to sing a different tune?&lt;br /&gt;Who told the sun to keep burning?&lt;br /&gt;Who told the world to keep turning?&lt;br /&gt;Who taught the fishes to swim?&lt;br /&gt;Who put out the fire from within?&lt;br /&gt;Who taught the winds to blow?&lt;br /&gt;Who never bothered to say hello?&lt;br /&gt;Who told Red it wasn't Yellow?&lt;br /&gt;Who has the power to make You feel so mellow?&lt;br /&gt;Who created time?&lt;br /&gt;Who said You were mine?&lt;br /&gt;Who cried when You sneared?&lt;br /&gt;Who told You to grow a beard?&lt;br /&gt;Who said it was over?&lt;br /&gt;Who asked You to shift to Dover?&lt;br /&gt;Who gave it the right to begin?&lt;br /&gt;Who can't see what's within?&lt;br /&gt;Who are You to me?&lt;br /&gt;Who died in the sea?&lt;br /&gt;Who said You could come near?&lt;br /&gt;Who taught You to fear?&lt;br /&gt;Who cries in their sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Who whispers while You weep?&lt;br /&gt;Who believes in the end?&lt;br /&gt;Who said You have a true friend?&lt;br /&gt;Who taught You to laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Who said You should wear that scarf?&lt;br /&gt;Who started to run?&lt;br /&gt;Who asked You to stare at the sun?&lt;br /&gt;Who turns the night into day?&lt;br /&gt;Who picks up when You have something to say?&lt;br /&gt;Who cares if I live or die?&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn't someone be asking 'Why'?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-6780837071860582714?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-8042855047645388191</id><published>2008-09-21T06:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:29:19.124+05:30</updated><title type='text'>OverShadowed</title><content type='html'>The smile on his mouth had faded,&lt;br /&gt;All he looked was jaded.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get through,&lt;br /&gt;But he turned a different shade of blue.&lt;br /&gt;My Red, Red lover should have known,&lt;br /&gt;He should have known I could love no other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am, Alone on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;After it's all been done and said.&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel there's so much left to love,&lt;br /&gt;When something inside aches&lt;br /&gt;Like the beats of a trapped dove?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to fix it before it had broken,&lt;br /&gt;I heard the words that hadn't been spoken.&lt;br /&gt;But soon the shadows started flying so low,&lt;br /&gt;That with the blink of an eye&lt;br /&gt;There was no place left to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The memories started coming unglued&lt;br /&gt;And reality echoed her every mood&lt;br /&gt;The shadows pierced through the light&lt;br /&gt;And Suddenly,&lt;br /&gt;There was no one left to fight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-8042855047645388191?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/8042855047645388191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=8042855047645388191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/8042855047645388191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/8042855047645388191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2008/09/overshadowed.html' title='OverShadowed'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-4753449257185962302</id><published>2008-09-21T06:13:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-21T07:27:47.119+05:30</updated><title type='text'>QuestionMarks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNWongR9NmI/AAAAAAAAACA/ldUQrZ8FC7U/s1600-h/private+grief[1].jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248286337403795042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNWongR9NmI/AAAAAAAAACA/ldUQrZ8FC7U/s320/private+grief%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where do you go after everything's said and done?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you're not the one?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you hide your pride?&lt;br /&gt;What do you look for inside?&lt;br /&gt;What do you believe when he chooses to leave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you awake when the days feel like night?&lt;br /&gt;Are you awake when the night slips into the light?&lt;br /&gt;Are you awake when he's in your dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Are you sleeping while your heart screams?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you go when you feel naked?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do when the world has faked it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you get angry? Are You afraid to turn?&lt;br /&gt;Do the tears inside burn?&lt;br /&gt;Do you yearn for a chance that just wont come?&lt;br /&gt;What happens after two are ripped into one?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-4753449257185962302?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/4753449257185962302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=4753449257185962302' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/4753449257185962302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/4753449257185962302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2008/09/questionmarks.html' title='QuestionMarks'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNWongR9NmI/AAAAAAAAACA/ldUQrZ8FC7U/s72-c/private+grief%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-5453934435599614302</id><published>2008-09-21T01:49:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-10-15T06:30:59.647+05:30</updated><title type='text'>"If I Were.."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;If I Were [insert appropriate article] : &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;The beginning, I would be: too close to the end &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A month, I would be: August all year round &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A day of the week, I would be: Friday afternoon &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The time of day, I would be: 1:45 am in the middle of June &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A planet, I would be: Saturn &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A season, I would be: Spring towards the end &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sea animal, I would be: a dolphin with a friend &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A direction, I would be: right &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A piece of furniture, I would be: that comfortable sofa You can’t leave behind &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sin, I would be: pride and lust intertwined &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A liquid, I would be: sweet red wine &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A fraud/scare, I would be: asking You to catch me if You can &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A gem, I would be: rare &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A tree, I would be: By the sea &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A tool, I would be: A screwdriver sorting out lose ends &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A kind of weather, I would be: A much needed storm &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A musical instrument, I would be: in tune &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An animal, I would be: A Lioness &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An emotion, I would be: a wreck &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A vegetable, I would be: crunchy &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sound, I would be: silence &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An element, I would be: Fire &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A car, I would be: A Mini Cooper &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A song, I would be: in Your head &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;food, I would be: bread &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A place, I would be: Your mind &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A material, I would be: satin &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A taste, I would be: lingering &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A scent, I would be: a wild flower &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A religion, I would be: hope &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sentence, I would be: revoked &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A facial expression, I would be: a smile &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A subject in college, I would be: taught&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A shape, I would be: oval &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A quantity, I would be: well measured &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A colour, I would be: scarlet red &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A thing, I would be: a bed &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A landmass, I would be: by the coast &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A book, I would be: read between the lines &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A monument, I would be: undiscovered &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An artist, I would be: taking You to a higher place&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A collection of poems, I would be: beautiful &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A watch, I would be: trying to follow the world &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A god, I would be: making You believe &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A vowel, I would be: U&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A consonant, I would be: M &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A formula, I would be: forgotten&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A Science, I would be: life &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A theory, I would be: misinterpretted&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A famous person, I would be: alone &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An electronic equipment, I would be: unconsciously destroying relationships &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A sport, I would be: swimming&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A movie, I would be: waking You up&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A cartoon, I would be: the Little Mermaid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An explorer, I would be: finding new places&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A scientist, I would be: The king of aces &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A relation, I would be: ‘just good friends’ forver &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A river, I would be: untamed and always changing my course &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;An intoxication, I would be: getting real close &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;alone, I would be: The way We all really are&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A question, then I would be: asking You twice &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A hobby, I would be: insatiable &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A habit, I would be: bad &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The end, I would be: close to the beginning all over again. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And finally If I were You, I would be: figuring out who I am.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-5453934435599614302?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/5453934435599614302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=5453934435599614302' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/5453934435599614302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/5453934435599614302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2008/09/if-i-were.html' title='&quot;If I Were..&quot;'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-2346227322356251035</id><published>2008-09-18T04:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-22T17:55:57.922+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Red</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNGkvIMibOI/AAAAAAAAABA/nBrILtK4i7k/s1600-h/rsq_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNGqAccxxOI/AAAAAAAAABY/w5hA5EkP3uU/s1600-h/rsq_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247161965476955362" style="WIDTH: 284px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" height="320" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNGqAccxxOI/AAAAAAAAABY/w5hA5EkP3uU/s320/rsq_red.jpg" width="363" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is the blood of the untouched virgin,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is all well worth merging.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is the blood the touched one loses,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the colour that she chooses.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the anger, Red is the love,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the secret from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the rose with all her thorns,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the light when it is dawn.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the fire in Your soul,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the truth untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is real, Red is now&lt;br /&gt;Red is forever and all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the wine with which You find solace,&lt;br /&gt;Red is what takes You to that higher place.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the blood in Your veins,&lt;br /&gt;Red is all that remains.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the blush on Your lovers cheek,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the heartbeat You cannot keep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the bruise when You fall hard,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the shadow behind the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the sea when she is rough,&lt;br /&gt;Red are your feet when You've tread enough.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the passion You feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the colour of My angels eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the rose in full bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the song when I sing a different tune.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the rage I feel inside,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the passion I cannot hide.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the night before the storm,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the colour when I'm all worn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the vitality in life,&lt;br /&gt;Red is power, Red is strife.&lt;br /&gt;Red is love, Red is pain,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the thunder without the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the mountain, Red is the Earth,&lt;br /&gt;Red is Your only mirth.&lt;br /&gt;Red is passion, Red is insane,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is fear without the pain.&lt;br /&gt;Red is pure, Red is cold,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the secret untold.&lt;br /&gt;Red is hot, Red is true&lt;br /&gt;When your friends start thinking anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red blurs your visions, Red blurs your pain,&lt;br /&gt;Red is Your reason to remain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is the sunshine through the rain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red was the secret when she came.&lt;br /&gt;Red was fresh, Red was new,&lt;br /&gt;Red made me say I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is real, Red is now,&lt;br /&gt;Red is where You should go somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Red is a cult, Red is an ideal,&lt;br /&gt;Red is what You must learn to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is Your sorrow, Red is Your pain-&lt;br /&gt;When you have nothing left to gain.&lt;br /&gt;Red is forgiveness when Your heart is heavy,&lt;br /&gt;Red is sadness 'cos you know You will never be ready.&lt;br /&gt;Red is that feeling You just can't hide&lt;br /&gt;When something's burning deep inside.&lt;br /&gt;Red is all around You near and far,&lt;br /&gt;when there's nowhere You can turn to-&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;'Cos You've gone too far&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;And You dont know who You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is real, Red is now,&lt;br /&gt;Red is forever and all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is something You cannot chase,&lt;br /&gt;It's the mask that hides in your wake.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the fever when you are cold,&lt;br /&gt;It's the secret that cannot be told.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is a feeling, Red is a game,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the thunder without the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the hurt through the fear and the pain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is the moment when You can't refrain.&lt;br /&gt;Red are the stars, Red is the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the secret between You and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the blood that lives in Your soul,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the place You look for when Your'e old.&lt;br /&gt;Red is a secret, Red is solace&lt;br /&gt;Red is that other place.&lt;br /&gt;Red is fire, Red is ice&lt;br /&gt;Red are Your feelings when You stop being nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is Your shadow, Red is Your pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is Your sunshine through the rain, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is where You go when You have nothing to gain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is what You see when there's no one left to blame.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is truth, Red is life,&lt;br /&gt;Red is your only vice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is the sun, Red is the light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is for what You must fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red can wash away Your pain,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red can take away Your gain.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the truth, Red is cold,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the secret untold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is Your shadow in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Red are Your lovers eyes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;after You've won the game.&lt;br /&gt;Red is the anger, Red is the shame&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When You are to blame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is insatiable, Red is due,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is pure, Red is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is the only cure,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is all that You can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red are the moans, Red can fleet, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is the beat between the sheets.&lt;br /&gt;Red can spring You onto Your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is satisfaction, Red is pain&lt;br /&gt;Red is sunshine without the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Red is yours, Red is mine,&lt;br /&gt;Red is always twined in time.&lt;br /&gt;Red is truth, Red is forgiveness,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;When all around You lingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is real, Red is now,&lt;br /&gt;Red is forever all and around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is time, Red is life,&lt;br /&gt;Red is the person for whom You must strive.&lt;br /&gt;Red is hurt, Red is pain&lt;br /&gt;Red is the thunder without the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red is Yours, Red is mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Red is the secret of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNGqAccxxOI/AAAAAAAAABY/w5hA5EkP3uU/s1600-h/rsq_red.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-2346227322356251035?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/2346227322356251035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=2346227322356251035' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/2346227322356251035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/2346227322356251035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2008/09/red.html' title='Red'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNGqAccxxOI/AAAAAAAAABY/w5hA5EkP3uU/s72-c/rsq_red.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-8652399668538960971</id><published>2008-09-12T06:28:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:18:02.071+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All A-Part Of It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNnGKQXAZ-I/AAAAAAAAACo/IxF3IzQMrB4/s1600-h/paintings01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249444720169478114" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNnGKQXAZ-I/AAAAAAAAACo/IxF3IzQMrB4/s320/paintings01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shadows awaken&lt;br /&gt;When I'm asleep&lt;br /&gt;The Voices are mistaken&lt;br /&gt;And they've learn't to creep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night is my only friend&lt;br /&gt;We share a constant solitude till the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fight? A mend?&lt;br /&gt;All away from the latest trend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fornication in the dark&lt;br /&gt;A tree without a bark&lt;br /&gt;An opening without a hole&lt;br /&gt;A secret that's untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come together, fall apart,&lt;br /&gt;Love with an open heart,&lt;br /&gt;Breathe in, Breathe out,&lt;br /&gt;Scream and shout.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away, away,&lt;br /&gt;That's where he went.&lt;br /&gt;She never followed&lt;br /&gt;So he wallowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Pride must have its way,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow or today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tears inside were burning,&lt;br /&gt;There was a constant yearning,&lt;br /&gt;But not a word was spoken&lt;br /&gt;All their dreams were broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on, Walk on,&lt;br /&gt;It will all be alright,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be home tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and Me,&lt;br /&gt;Me and You,&lt;br /&gt;You and I,&lt;br /&gt;I and We,&lt;br /&gt;Together we will sit for tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One spoon of sugar or two?&lt;br /&gt;Oh I don't think that frown will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the door child,&lt;br /&gt;Someone has come.&lt;br /&gt;You must still be mild,&lt;br /&gt;For the battle is not yet won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me your dream,&lt;br /&gt;While I sip my tea.&lt;br /&gt;Was that a scream?&lt;br /&gt;But it wasn't from You or Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was that child?&lt;br /&gt;Did You hear it?&lt;br /&gt;It was rather wild&lt;br /&gt;Oh I fear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must go home now,&lt;br /&gt;My tea has gone cold.&lt;br /&gt;Lend them your ears now&lt;br /&gt;For the truth untold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-8652399668538960971?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/8652399668538960971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=8652399668538960971' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/8652399668538960971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/8652399668538960971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-all-apart-of-it.html' title='All A-Part Of It'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNnGKQXAZ-I/AAAAAAAAACo/IxF3IzQMrB4/s72-c/paintings01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-6882206588307245716</id><published>2008-09-12T06:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-18T09:28:15.713+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Un(done)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNHOhzcMROI/AAAAAAAAABw/n1qs3vSS_Ic/s1600-h/mural%20-%20coming%20undone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247202121002796258" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNHOhzcMROI/AAAAAAAAABw/n1qs3vSS_Ic/s320/mural%2520-%2520coming%2520undone.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was so shocked&lt;br /&gt;That I couldn't cry&lt;br /&gt;I felt so mocked&lt;br /&gt;That I couldn't ask why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurt, I was wounded,&lt;br /&gt;How I wish You wouldn't have pruned it.&lt;br /&gt;So here I lie in all my glee,&lt;br /&gt;with the doors wide open.&lt;br /&gt;I feel So free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So free to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I am after losing what i had won,&lt;br /&gt;Here I am completely undone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smiles all around me&lt;br /&gt;Inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;Voices all about me&lt;br /&gt;They won't hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer to Winter&lt;br /&gt;Winter to Spring&lt;br /&gt;Spring to summer,&lt;br /&gt;Where did it all begin?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebirth to revival,&lt;br /&gt;Revival to death,&lt;br /&gt;Death to 'redeath'&lt;br /&gt;It never ends.&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/839977357311301964-6882206588307245716?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/6882206588307245716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=6882206588307245716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/6882206588307245716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/6882206588307245716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2008/09/undone-redeath-al.html' title='Un(done)'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNHOhzcMROI/AAAAAAAAABw/n1qs3vSS_Ic/s72-c/mural%2520-%2520coming%2520undone.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-8372000417996692142</id><published>2008-09-12T06:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-24T10:04:35.011+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Lost</title><content type='html'>Little boy, Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;Which way will you go?&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;Will you let it show?&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;The light is growing near,&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;Must You still fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;Don't ask me.&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;Forever we must be free.&lt;br /&gt;Little boy,Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;The light is growing close,&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;Don't go to your room.&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;Get your head out of gloom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;Come near dear,&lt;br /&gt;Little boy, Little boy,&lt;br /&gt;Do not fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNGruf3ygtI/AAAAAAAAABg/FOY4Sg4zllc/s1600-h/blakereddragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247163856181166802" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNGruf3ygtI/AAAAAAAAABg/FOY4Sg4zllc/s320/blakereddragon.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-8372000417996692142?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/8372000417996692142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=8372000417996692142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/8372000417996692142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/8372000417996692142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/2008/09/lost-innocence.html' title='Lost'/><author><name>purple rain</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06440181877374838665</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='14' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SQIk47e2vKI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/W5cHcOVtPqU/S220/n501843196_658838_9635.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNGruf3ygtI/AAAAAAAAABg/FOY4Sg4zllc/s72-c/blakereddragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-839977357311301964.post-8876921510728545418</id><published>2008-09-04T00:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-20T01:47:29.896+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life In A Condom</title><content type='html'>Just waiting to get out&lt;br /&gt;Its too crowded in here&lt;br /&gt;I'm screaming&lt;br /&gt;We are all screaming&lt;br /&gt;Can't You hear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's too crowded in here&lt;br /&gt;For all of us&lt;br /&gt;Too dark to see&lt;br /&gt;Back and forth&lt;br /&gt;Is all we can move&lt;br /&gt;Is this all I was made for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much life in Me.&lt;br /&gt;There's so much life in us.&lt;br /&gt;Was it meant to go to waste?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are We doing here?&lt;br /&gt;I don't belong here.&lt;br /&gt;They say we will all just be&lt;br /&gt;washed out to some great sea.&lt;br /&gt;This was not meant for You and Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh please don't send me there.&lt;br /&gt;All you have to do is care.&lt;br /&gt;I was brought out for so much more.&lt;br /&gt;I can do so much more.&lt;br /&gt;Please let me be all that I can be,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to burn out&lt;br /&gt;in all this sea around me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me give up,&lt;br /&gt;don't give me up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more I can do.&lt;br /&gt;I know there's some place else where I belong.&lt;br /&gt;There's someone else I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;We all want the same thing,&lt;br /&gt;on some level or the other.&lt;br /&gt;We are all boxed in,&lt;br /&gt;Like estranged lovers.&lt;br /&gt;Cramped into this little space of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;This wet sea around me will dry me up&lt;br /&gt;if you keep me this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open up, let me in.&lt;br /&gt;Let me create.&lt;br /&gt;Let me show You all that I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Let me be all that I was made to be.&lt;br /&gt;I see so much more than what you show me.&lt;br /&gt;Don't underestimate me,&lt;br /&gt;Don't cage me in.&lt;br /&gt;I was made for so much more.&lt;br /&gt;I feel helpless and just pushed around&lt;br /&gt;-With no place left to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't breathe here.&lt;br /&gt;It's getting dark,&lt;br /&gt;too dark to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screams all around me.&lt;br /&gt;While just being pushed around.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel like just giving up or letting go.&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me do eiter.&lt;br /&gt;I was made for so much more.&lt;br /&gt;We were made for so much more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You and I, we are one.&lt;br /&gt;Accept that and everything&lt;br /&gt;will be done.&lt;br /&gt;Open up and let it all out.&lt;br /&gt;Your dreams are my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts are mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were made for so much more,&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me we've lost ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We were made for so much more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-8876921510728545418?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/8876921510728545418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=8876921510728545418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/839977357311301964/posts/default/8876921510728545418'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNHPYPJnzSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qfPRxfwAmWg/s1600-h/2101468210_fb15d6057f_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247203056154037538" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GXzJSagqpBo/SNHPYPJnzSI/AAAAAAAAAB4/qfPRxfwAmWg/s320/2101468210_fb15d6057f_o.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning round and round in circles,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if this ride will ever end.&lt;br /&gt;Saw you standing there,&lt;br /&gt;Thought You needed a friend.&lt;br /&gt;Never knew I was the lonely one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went upto You and smiled,&lt;br /&gt;We stayed there a while.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering now if maybe&lt;br /&gt;You were just a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning in circles now,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out where I am&lt;br /&gt;and where I belong&lt;br /&gt;-Let alone who I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This life is a strange place to be,&lt;br /&gt;with all the opposites, Ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;And everything that’s relevant all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its warm outside and cold inside,&lt;br /&gt;Other times its just the opposite.&lt;br /&gt;Wonder where we all belong,&lt;br /&gt;That's if we really do belong anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cells, unions, openings, the end.&lt;br /&gt;Joy rides, discoveries, the sky,&lt;br /&gt;A friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thoughts&lt;br /&gt;While staring out my window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's so heavy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/839977357311301964-3361111687488861189?l=purple-rain9.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://purple-rain9.blogspot.com/feeds/3361111687488861189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=839977357311301964&amp;postID=3361111687488861189' title='0 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