tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-133671862011-11-28T06:14:54.733+05:30Kalyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06293468599020826458noreply@blogger.comBlogger81100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13367186.post-48740751347837386832008-07-05T21:35:00.002+05:302008-07-05T21:37:56.453+05:30From the moment<br />When your eyes meet hers<br />The one for whom<br />You can stop your heart beat<br /><br />You tend to see her<br />In every girl passing by<br />You tend to hear her<br />In every birds hum<br /><br />The more you try to forget her<br />You start thinking about her<br />The more she hurts you<br />You start forgiving her<br /><br />Not letting her know<br />You care for her more than you can<br />Not letting her feel<br />You love her more than you can<br /><br />Your heart chokes up your neck<br />Your tears flow down your cheek<br />You feel like shouting out aloud<br />When you know you are none to her<br /><br />Love is an uncomprehensible feeling<br />Budding deep from the heart<br />That has no beginning to feel it new<br />That has no end to be buried<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13367186-4874075134783738683?l=greenscorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kalyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06293468599020826458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13367186.post-1158155612075823072006-09-13T18:51:00.000+05:302006-09-13T19:43:54.246+05:30It started as a wonderful Day<br />But it looks empty<br />I looked at the Sun<br />It lacks the Grace<br /><br />And slowly he went down<br />Then came she, in full<br />I looked at her<br />Felt she does not glow<br /><br />I went in a solitary mood<br />Started thinking deep<br />About the change that happened<br />Thats making me feel gloomy<br /><br />T'was then I realised<br />Those twinkling eyes of hers<br />Through which I saw the world<br />Is not with me anymore<br /><br />I still write her name<br />On the frozen mirror<br />And I try to see myself<br />Through her beautiful name<br /><br />Everytime I see her name scribbled<br />I feel her presence around me<br />Hear her giggles, see her cues<br />Sense her scent, and lose myself<br /><br />I have done everything to unlove<br />All that I had for her<br />And Every act to unlove<br />Is making me weaker<br /><br />Like a slow poison<br />I have started losing<br />My strength, my thinking<br />And next in line is my Life.....<br /><br />//emotions of another romeo who feels that he has lost his love... lets see whether he finds his love or loses his life...<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13367186-115815561207582307?l=greenscorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kalyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06293468599020826458noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13367186.post-1135356150250559242005-12-23T21:59:00.000+05:302005-12-25T07:59:17.660+05:30<span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">From the Day I <strong>met</strong> you</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wished to be</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The <strong>smile</strong> on your <strong>lips</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wished to be</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The <strong>twinkle</strong> in your <strong>eyes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wished to be</span><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The <strong>warmth</strong> in your <strong>hug</strong><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">From the Day I <strong>heard</strong> you</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wished to be</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The <strong>rhythm </strong>in your <strong>songs</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wished to be</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">The <strong>cues</strong> in your <strong>eyes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wished to be</span><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Every <strong>expression</strong> of your <strong>face</strong><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">From the Day I <strong>knew</strong> you</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wished to be</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Your <strong>Tears</strong> of Joy</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wished to be</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Your <strong>Sweet Dreams</strong> at <strong>Night</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I wished to be</span><br /></span><span style="color:#ff6666;"><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Your <strong>Feeling</strong> of <strong>Love</strong><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Now that I have <strong>wished</strong> so much</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">And You have taken <strong>promises</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Tying me from <strong>realising</strong> my <strong>wishes</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">I am returning back</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Leaving</strong> the wishes <strong>unfulfilled</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"><strong>Cherishing</strong> all those <strong>moments</strong></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">Till I <strong>breath</strong> my last</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;">//Dedicated to the One with Whom I wished to Live my Life with........</span></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13367186-113535615025055924?l=greenscorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kalyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06293468599020826458noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13367186.post-1119618802391585992005-06-24T18:39:00.000+05:302005-07-21T22:35:34.666+05:30<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">I started writing the following but somethig stopped me.. Hope I will complete it soon....<br /><br />Will you Still Love me<br />If I tell you the truth<br />That I never was there for you<br />That I never loved you.....<br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993300;">Expect the rest soon..... Here is the following ...</span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">But when i saw you cry </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">Listening to my words </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">My soul vapourised </span><br /><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#993300;">Leaving me weak and alone</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Is that Love</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Feeling being killed</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Seeing one crying</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">And getting hurt deep in heart</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Again... exhausted .... ;)</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13367186-111961880239158599?l=greenscorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kalyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06293468599020826458noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13367186.post-1118815146136882542005-06-15T11:25:00.000+05:302005-06-15T11:29:06.136+05:30<span style="color:#990000;">There was a Time </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">When I thought I knew You </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">When all were words untold </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">And our love had no boundaries </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">There was a Time </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">When I felt deeply for you </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">When I cared only for you </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">And all my thoughts were you </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">There was a Time </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">When I cried your tears </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">When I smiled your bliss </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">And I lived just for you </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">There was this Time </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">When things around me changed </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">When you told me those words </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">That you never were there for me </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">There was this Time</span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Which made me feel the pain </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Which made my senses numb </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">And made my heart bleed </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">There was this Time </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Which taught me the sound of silence </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Which freed me from swaying thoughts </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">And tried to heal my wound </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">There is this Time </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Which made me cry </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Which made me smile </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">And could not help me forget you </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Now I need a Time </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Where my eyes refuse to see you </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">Where I have the heart </span><br /><span style="color:#990000;">That will never again beat for you............... </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13367186-111881514613688254?l=greenscorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kalyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06293468599020826458noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13367186.post-1118814759097489022005-06-15T11:20:00.000+05:302005-06-15T11:22:39.103+05:30<span style="color:#ffcc33;">Its a feeling </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">A feeling so pure </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Tingling deep in every breath </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">An air so fresh to think </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">A feeling untouched </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">By the myseries or sorrows </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Dangling every beat of the heart </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">A hymn so soothing to listen </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">A feeling so tender </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Thats dificult to express </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Choking every nerve of the neck </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">An emotion so sweet to taste </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">A feeling of joy </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">That is never felt before </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Rejuvenating every moment of life </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">A meaning to the very living </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Its just the feeling </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">The feeling of being loved and cared </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Pinching softly from the memories </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Those that remains forever green </span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13367186-111881475909748902?l=greenscorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kalyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06293468599020826458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13367186.post-1118595275187859462005-06-12T22:20:00.000+05:302005-06-15T11:42:08.103+05:30<span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">I treasure that Moment</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">When We met each other</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">That Moment</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">When our eyes locked</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">That Moment</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">We held our hands</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">That Moment</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">We hugged tight</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">That Moment</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">When our Lips touched</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">That Moment</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">Our heart played one rhythm</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">That Moment</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">We melted and became one</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">That Moment</span><br /><span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;">We realised The Power of our Love</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13367186-111859527518785946?l=greenscorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kalyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06293468599020826458noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13367186.post-1118336432153587692005-06-09T22:30:00.000+05:302005-06-09T22:30:32.153+05:30<a href="http://greenscorp.blogspot.com/">greenIce</a> <br /> <br />When <b>you</b> close your eyes <br /> <b> I </b> feel darkness all around <br />When <b>you</b> stop listening <br /> <b> I </b> lose my speech <br />When <b>you</b> stop talking <br /> <b> I </b> hear no more <br />And When <b>you</b> stop breathing <br /> <b> I </b> am a dead man <br /> <br /> <br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13367186-111833643215358769?l=greenscorp.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Kalyanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06293468599020826458noreply@blogger.com1