tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7665701550486745932024-03-14T03:43:35.317-07:00M(utually) A(ssured) D(estruction) !!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.comBlogger91125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-69690384453691856772012-04-23T05:05:00.003-07:002012-04-23T05:05:55.998-07:00The day that changed my life forever!
Lost and scared now,
but still fighting back !
Hope everything ends soon ...
And I'll be gone from this world
to fight no more !
Let this end soon ....
and I shall leave peacefully !
For I do not wish to fight anymore
nor do I wish to live !Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-15693088220867103552012-04-23T04:54:00.000-07:002012-04-23T04:54:02.286-07:00The storm has ended …
so did my qualms!
It’s just a phase, they said.
Well, it’s becoming a routine for me now!
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A routine I do not want in my life
but keeps knocking on the door every now and then!
And I keep opening the door hoping for sunshine!
May be I should look through the keyhole next time!!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-16845933946722603492011-04-12T14:23:00.000-07:002011-04-12T14:23:18.600-07:00MetamorphoseI cannot afford to cry ...<br />
I cannot even sob in the<br />
silence of my bedroom ...<br />
<br />
I've to be strong ...<br />
Or show the world that I'm bold ...<br />
Or more importantly <br />
that I'm a heartless bitch ...<br />
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But do not believe <br />
that I'm weak ... I'm bold.<br />
As being weak and caring for others<br />
din't really serve the purpose all these years.<br />
<br />
Until recently, I was a girl confused<br />
of the practicalities and unrealistic modes of life.<br />
Fully driven by emotions that screwed me up to the core!<br />
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So I decided to change myself.<br />
To transform into something new <br />
that I never knew I could be.<br />
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So friends, here is the metamorphosis of a girl ...<br />
I'm a heartless bitch now !!!<br />
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<br />
... ... ... At least in front of some.Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-26592761987213474172011-04-07T11:10:00.000-07:002011-04-07T11:10:23.892-07:00.... Recap ....I saw you.<br />
I looked at you.<br />
I looked away.<br />
<br />
My heart trembled. <br />
I looked again.<br />
This time, you were staring at me.<br />
I couldn't breathe.<br />
I looked away.<br />
<br />
I wanted to come to you.<br />
I wanted to tell you how badly <br />
I loved you all these years.<br />
But when you spoke to me,<br />
all I could ask was 'how are you?'<br />
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I had almost lost hope.<br />
That's when you appeared in front of me.<br />
I was on a time machine.<br />
Back to the days I loved the most.<br />
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It was an experience.<br />
I knew it.<br />
It is still an experience. <br />
Now I know it!!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-79331335488448792132010-04-12T18:44:00.000-07:002010-04-12T18:57:53.073-07:00While I lay on my bed<br />pondering over her vibrant paintings,<br />I sensed the unseen rays of <br />intense emotions that remitted <br />through the canvases into my conscience !<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EyVBcDiLSgMPN7tqdr7gxG1XijewbfNvr9yx57LjAiRv9GXSqq9azDfIPKzBTx4DNXjUu_R2OFYUa0q9FCstox2K3wWcRyXqrXQ9GfMIfHt4JJw3qXDjlG0aY-Pb_rQGgVsVsiICShFN/s1600/frida-kahlo1.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EyVBcDiLSgMPN7tqdr7gxG1XijewbfNvr9yx57LjAiRv9GXSqq9azDfIPKzBTx4DNXjUu_R2OFYUa0q9FCstox2K3wWcRyXqrXQ9GfMIfHt4JJw3qXDjlG0aY-Pb_rQGgVsVsiICShFN/s200/frida-kahlo1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459434482421171810" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />And I said. <br /><br />"Señora Frida, <br /><br />usted me inspira a que viva <br />en sufrimientos con todo prospere<br />en vida a través de poesía y de pinturas !"***<br /><br /><br />................<br /><br />*** (Spanish)<br />Madam Frida, You inspire me to live in sufferings yet flourish life through poetry and paintings !Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-49457100806569496152010-02-22T00:30:00.000-08:002010-02-22T01:33:17.776-08:00I'm trying to<br />stitch my wounded heart.<br />It's painful <br />and I can't do it anymore.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqqhlX-zcUIJEeLBw1HKDiUv91fjNLIJ6U-EVyq8R3SDbmdUkF65cJFaBlWhlhAhNZ4Il94XFQ4K5jU56rNPJxcE22yV6dTB5GO_JLvttvnG94rN58IhEfoaqkJv5xTN0OpKiqmkrnN72/s1600-h/heart.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtqqhlX-zcUIJEeLBw1HKDiUv91fjNLIJ6U-EVyq8R3SDbmdUkF65cJFaBlWhlhAhNZ4Il94XFQ4K5jU56rNPJxcE22yV6dTB5GO_JLvttvnG94rN58IhEfoaqkJv5xTN0OpKiqmkrnN72/s200/heart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440998429671510898" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I will have to leave it open, <br />for the germs to eat my wound.<br /><br />Still the pain will be there,<br />causing slow and horrifying death.<br /><br />My wounds open,<br />my grieves exposed.<br />I wish I were <br />anesthetized by your love,<br />my wound was stitched,<br />to be healed forever !Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-47250420728164821792010-02-21T17:10:00.001-08:002010-02-21T17:14:36.866-08:00A little poem that I wrote for my Darshhh, about the red flower she clicked the other day.<br /><br /><br />As red as a flower,<br />I could just see the redness.<br />Yes, the redness of that<br />thing called 'flower.' <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguMF37RM6FpsSrNZWDZ1y85Twd9NJU1B_xvMCnW0V-avjapEjyg0euZ17SUMaTCbIoa0PSjJWF4-MzBKQZNUtQhXxRM0MDEAfBqrPhCMOrKFWJ6Sj_ksk1yrYG78k_hcTA76MFIdMj-IYj/s1600-h/27636473.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguMF37RM6FpsSrNZWDZ1y85Twd9NJU1B_xvMCnW0V-avjapEjyg0euZ17SUMaTCbIoa0PSjJWF4-MzBKQZNUtQhXxRM0MDEAfBqrPhCMOrKFWJ6Sj_ksk1yrYG78k_hcTA76MFIdMj-IYj/s200/27636473.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5440869621389401938" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Redness that stands for <br />a feeling called 'love'<br />or <br />Redness that stands for blood ???!!<br />I pity the flower for being 'red'<br />For it never knew, <br />I would create such a goof about it !!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-27285024301341742362010-02-21T09:07:00.000-08:002010-02-21T09:22:55.661-08:00'Better' things !!I've better things to do,<br />rather than fighting with you !!!<br /><br />I've better things to do <br />like missing you ...<br /><br />I've better things to do<br />like cherishing memories of us both ....<br /><br />I've better things to do<br />like crying when you do things not acceptable ...<br /><br />I've better things to do<br />when you give me reasons to hate <br />and I try to love you more and more !!!<br /><br />So this is it !!!<br /> <br />I've better things to do<br />rather than fighting with you !!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-85177460185392552792010-01-25T01:42:00.001-08:002010-01-25T02:00:47.451-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVpzpXfv2MFMVgFEGvZd8cP-o0-Feg_sN3NURQyc30QDU1n83XvmjbvoxZXLaV2PaJdUgb8h2vhRFQ7U61IBeWzLbuM2ZuHUOZtOaMyXWLlMTPhN4v9bEwW1shvHfjRt4fZkQtHRfrx9s/s1600-h/2710950729_bcdf439c02.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 142px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihVpzpXfv2MFMVgFEGvZd8cP-o0-Feg_sN3NURQyc30QDU1n83XvmjbvoxZXLaV2PaJdUgb8h2vhRFQ7U61IBeWzLbuM2ZuHUOZtOaMyXWLlMTPhN4v9bEwW1shvHfjRt4fZkQtHRfrx9s/s200/2710950729_bcdf439c02.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430615172980032802" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I got hurt today.<br /><br />It’s good to get hurt at times.<br /><br />That lets you know<br /><br />how happy you were.Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-62577174050409821562010-01-09T22:13:00.000-08:002010-01-09T22:26:59.641-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CQgwzzQvI7MumAtQPS61iLpoy-womcDgb84dLpOq2VGOZzUWECBQ5_D6EJXNtIzGF3gT6FwRwkRbos-JiJb8zdzbooAfPTvs757VAFAtMduY05F4FSTgnfMkyHvwXMvo1HaIAbjBhfhS/s1600-h/treasure-box.gif"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 188px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7CQgwzzQvI7MumAtQPS61iLpoy-womcDgb84dLpOq2VGOZzUWECBQ5_D6EJXNtIzGF3gT6FwRwkRbos-JiJb8zdzbooAfPTvs757VAFAtMduY05F4FSTgnfMkyHvwXMvo1HaIAbjBhfhS/s200/treasure-box.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424993545055670962" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />I talked about you<br />to a friend for hours.<br />He was a good listener…<br /><br />I told about our tales<br />the whole night …<br />And now I’m suffering the loss !<br /><br />Why did I do that ?<br />I knew that you will disturb me again<br />Still, I couldn’t stop.<br /><br />And that’s why I kept<br />you locked in a hidden<br />chamber deep inside my heart…<br />Never!!!<br />Never ever to be opened <br />and to be forgotten.<br /><br />But the past unfolded <br />And now I’m searching<br />for the lost key to lock you in again !!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-79311430199943201352010-01-09T21:17:00.000-08:002010-01-09T21:33:41.246-08:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtCv0GqJzGb9Pc-7_lqTSNWAJjCa4TOOGSx6H2Eux18HFKlFXffetNXjiSjfNY2eUmdDqPN1N_Qj4DRfe2JfZ4S42IEKuCTXkECNKNVdDULZB30IQjDu7z9Okk4BoC7vsUZWLhr7a5bAIO/s1600-h/lonelygirl.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 151px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgtCv0GqJzGb9Pc-7_lqTSNWAJjCa4TOOGSx6H2Eux18HFKlFXffetNXjiSjfNY2eUmdDqPN1N_Qj4DRfe2JfZ4S42IEKuCTXkECNKNVdDULZB30IQjDu7z9Okk4BoC7vsUZWLhr7a5bAIO/s200/lonelygirl.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424978839277367058" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Feeling heavy...<br />I guess,<br />my heart weighs a ton now !<br /><br />You thought my heart was stuffed<br />with grief and pain ???!!<br /><br />It's just empty!!!<br />And it's my emptiness<br />that is this heavy !<br /><br />Missing …Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-63935472367404118222009-12-21T05:20:00.000-08:002009-12-21T12:32:11.582-08:00Christmas message ...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dN1axVE66Gq9ycJDZikRbJ8Mwhbt7_8sTPpLtCC7R0iilqqYfI837zp2KHS8xSO_unrLfQytbzg7H3zPCfzkzBytE8XTBDAhrH2IHauxfjrg-qBDntDHulWmk-_XQZ4DBVsq_k6-9LKw/s1600-h/christmas-scene.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 146px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9dN1axVE66Gq9ycJDZikRbJ8Mwhbt7_8sTPpLtCC7R0iilqqYfI837zp2KHS8xSO_unrLfQytbzg7H3zPCfzkzBytE8XTBDAhrH2IHauxfjrg-qBDntDHulWmk-_XQZ4DBVsq_k6-9LKw/s200/christmas-scene.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417679545182130466" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />London is covered in snow…<br />Christmas is around the corner …<br />I believe Christmas stands for goodness <br />And the snow is covering everything bad <br />Keeping them underneath until Christmas is over!<br />Now let us all enjoy giving and taking gifts,<br />chocolates, wine, hug and kisses <br />Let us enjoy the Christmas lunch with family,<br />forgetting the worries and intolerance for each other …<br />And when the snow melts…<br />when Christmas is over …<br />we will be out of this illusion..<br />and back to the practical world <br />paying interests for many credit cards <br />on which we did the Christmas shopping!!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-1149506843714924332009-11-14T07:20:00.000-08:002009-11-30T14:25:57.616-08:00I searched for true love.<br />Knocked on every door, but failed.<br /><br />People said,<br />"True love is good only in books."<br /><br />I continue my search ...<br />For I still feel <br />true love should be real!<br /><br />And I continue my search ...<br />For I still feel<br />true love makes one complete!<br /><br />I want to be complete.<br />So I continue my search ...Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-54904736854846126222009-11-14T07:19:00.000-08:002009-11-30T14:24:47.944-08:00I'm a dreamer.<br />You are an opportunist of my dreams.<br /><br />But I love it.<br />For you make me dream more...Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-65052038501670682132009-10-25T01:46:00.000-07:002009-10-25T11:05:32.093-07:00Somethings are too obvious.<br />But not so obvious, he thinks!<br />Why does he make it not obvious<br />but is very obvious in real?!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9CVtWOCTTVkvC2UO2BwcC7KxFiT8wy0gSsis8kT2XX21jR8gkR4ty5cV8O_pfgU9H519FT2nWRRIx4coxOUpDCK5lXV9V-GE2XnYc2wn7byrYYsndKM5muzpGiN8Msw9TpGtXDRwQIf6/s1600-h/408939.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjl9CVtWOCTTVkvC2UO2BwcC7KxFiT8wy0gSsis8kT2XX21jR8gkR4ty5cV8O_pfgU9H519FT2nWRRIx4coxOUpDCK5lXV9V-GE2XnYc2wn7byrYYsndKM5muzpGiN8Msw9TpGtXDRwQIf6/s200/408939.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396457827783861154" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Aaahh! He thinks I'm a fool?<br />I obviously know to behave not<br />too obvious that he is clean obvious!!!<br /><br />And he got upset <br />everytime when I asked?<br />Atlast I heard it from him...<br />The hidden 'obviousness'!!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-5621330518853161332009-10-01T10:31:00.000-07:002009-10-01T10:38:43.933-07:00I'm trying best to<br />keep myself so busy that<br />I've no time to think !<br /><br />Still the chilled weather<br />is easily turning my mind cold.<br />So cold that I'm numb now !<br /><br />Wish I could be numb forever ...<br />So that the tears can't flow down ...<br /><br />Wish the day was over long back ...<br />So that I could again try and<br />win over time some day until I succeed !!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-21099112137681446132009-09-27T08:05:00.000-07:002009-10-01T10:39:25.674-07:00I'm seeing a lot of<br />weird people these days.<br /><br />They talk of unpleasant ideas<br />that does touch my heart<br />but not my thoughts !<br /><br />I closely watched them;<br />tried my best to grasp them.<br />But still they say,<br />I'm no better than an alien<br />landed from an unknown world.<br /><br />Foreign to their thoughts n emotions.<br />I felt foreign as well and doubted myself.<br /><br />Seeing those strange people,<br />now I feel strange about myself.Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-46436880288147281882009-07-28T04:37:00.001-07:002009-07-29T05:50:57.875-07:00Why do I dream about a future ???!!!<br />When there is none at all !!!<br /><br />Why do I try to forget my past ???!!!<br />When that’s all what is left now !!!<br /><br />Why do I not live in the present ???!!!<br />When all advise me to do so !!!<br /><br />Wish someone understood<br />what I’m going through now …<br /><br />My past attracts me like a magnet.<br />My present is numb like my mind.<br />My future is a road in the woods leading me no where !!!Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-65786018559077114632009-07-17T20:06:00.000-07:002009-07-17T20:12:04.429-07:00<div>It is summer …<br />And I was washing<br />dishes yesterday, after lunch.<br /><br />I spotted an ant on a washed<br />plate that was left to dry.<br />I killed it with a tissue,<br />the next moment.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359632529392083922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEJ3z_bOb-BWHAQnY4vuFcer7u9k-uUM3aqWHY4O-kQZDdmKA9kRphQ44dFHQj2P25LeGANeZWQQY-jz6rrIJr6da2ocVZ1zqpMQuOiD8Vzfuh8vnHV_GBEPt4LE71kWUyuOxKQygKVLVo/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" />Then, I thought.<br />I should have carefully<br />taken it on that tissue<br />and set it free outside my window.<br /><br />But I dint do that<br />and killed a life, instead.<br />So I cried,<br />Thinking how cruel I was.<br /><br />I killed a life.<br />I cried thinking<br />how human I’m!</div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-85859338274569871502009-07-15T14:59:00.000-07:002009-07-15T15:05:30.913-07:00<div>My eyes filled with tears.<br /><br />Sometimes I feel,<br />I even forgot to speak.<br /><br />Words flow out only<br />in black and white.<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358811393452768786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzqjDXpKVWlpVKQ-ECq2RACiuh4nq3gaVJ-5MSBDeNlg9gnBcnxF4MNRKkkLXUCgtklhcOTmRulSkCzYmDv7bi9kwyGztP6O3bNxNVBeZAFA_XhJhae1705pQfRcndhoiHukhFCiYuF_b9/s200/lonely_girl.jpg" border="0" /><br />I’ve forgotten my voice.<br /><br />I feel strange<br />hearing my own voice,<br />when I speak the occasional<br />“Yes’s” and “No’s” !!!</div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-18039822563266125432009-06-30T17:16:00.000-07:002009-06-30T17:23:39.501-07:00I'm happy.<br />And you make me cry.<br /><br />I'm happy.<br />And you make me cry again.<br /><br />It still goes on ...<br /><br />It seems like you<br />don't want me to be happy at all.<br /><br />One day, very soon,<br />I'll make you cry, forever...<br /><br />And then, I'll become happy, forever.<br /><br />So beware! I feel the day is not so far.Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-84125203859877526102009-06-25T15:02:00.001-07:002009-06-25T15:02:55.843-07:00People ask questions<br />not to know more about you..<br /><br />But to let you know<br />they know all about you !Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-1816843781977847752009-06-21T10:10:00.000-07:002009-06-21T10:16:27.521-07:00<div>I gave my heart to him.</div><div>And he lost it somewhere.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349830767262083122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgfY3Y8OunSwhLGLc-HMgSo3lc4tRGw8OQoVQUlYiLEZKJB_2Xc5HRhjuJ2L-ybkDcbUHfUmr_LW8yURL7DqM_zt03cGDkzPc2DZbG_sSZLFxyc502ujXQOtaJf4p4gUIIvq2550LG8PW1E/s200/untitled.bmp" border="0" /> <div>Since then, I'm on the </div><div>search for it. To get it back.</div><br /><div></div><div>Hope I will find it soon.</div><div>Or I'll have to become </div><div>heartless from now on.</div><br /><div></div><div>The choice is mine</div><div>for he doesn't care about it anymore!</div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-9683491542210231732009-06-21T10:01:00.001-07:002009-06-21T10:02:51.425-07:00I cried today.<br />All because of you.<br /><br />Because of the way<br />you smiled at me,<br />making me feel that<br />I'm not in your heart anymore !Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-766570155048674593.post-49996284025967838022009-06-21T09:34:00.000-07:002009-06-21T09:37:04.717-07:00<div>You don't know the </div><div>deep and dark voidness I'm in.</div><br /><div></div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349820671807950338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiK1FGfTuyO1wVGixEUX3-szp2d0m_uS__IDLgVNXy_obw84gGx8ovhCZeNteFeoRZTS25sStBVekMAYwBGd-TURh2aMExpvzxnniWEZInA3aaT0bgWgFd75OR_REwzC0FzvU4v_OIA8Vmf/s200/Blue_Nothingness.jpg" border="0" /> <div>Even if you knew,</div><div>there is nothing you could do.</div><div></div><br /><div>So why should I let you know?!</div>Srishti Padathiyaarhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04901082934707472142noreply@blogger.com1