<?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-7093422110720861433</id><updated>2012-01-24T04:39:21.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hint of me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>roma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169843477266846788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MSxwVGp9Uc/SSWTnv35bZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HR6-R5hpKk4/S220/Zigu2uc%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093422110720861433.post-6754149318634142578</id><published>2010-08-17T05:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T03:57:57.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Arms Thats Where I Really Belong</title><content type='html'>Thinking About How I Lived Right In There&lt;br /&gt;Thinking About The Years That Passed By Waiting For Them&lt;br /&gt;Thinking Of You All Along&lt;br /&gt;And You Thinking About Feeling Me Again All Along&lt;br /&gt;Thinking About Being In Your Arms AgainThats Where I Really Belong!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Moments That Stopped By&lt;br /&gt; And The Moments Which Will Remain Forever&lt;br /&gt;Moments More Precious Than Life&lt;br /&gt; Moments That Define My Life&lt;br /&gt;Night Long Talks Turning Into Kisses Which Lasted Just As Long&lt;br /&gt;Dreams About Being Together Coming To Reality&lt;br /&gt;The Night When It Was Just You And Me Passed By&lt;br /&gt;And Now Here I'm Thinking About Being In Your Arms Again&lt;br /&gt;Coz Thats Where I Really Belong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love They Say Also Fades Away&lt;br /&gt;Those Who Are Together As They Say Also Need A Day Away&lt;br /&gt;But My Love I Never Want You To Go Away&lt;br /&gt;I Want You To Hold Me Again And Say&lt;br /&gt;That You'll Always Stay&lt;br /&gt;I know in this World There Are A lot of Shades Of Grey&lt;br /&gt;And So Every Morning When I Come Back From My Dreams I Pray&lt;br /&gt;That I Always Feel Your Fragrence Taking My Breath Away&lt;br /&gt;Coz This World Seems Beautiful And Safe Only When Lay&lt;br /&gt;In Your Arms...The Place I really Belong&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7093422110720861433-6754149318634142578?l=blackrose0201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/feeds/6754149318634142578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7093422110720861433&amp;postID=6754149318634142578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/6754149318634142578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/6754149318634142578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-your-arms-thats-where-i-really.html' title='In Your Arms Thats Where I Really Belong'/><author><name>roma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169843477266846788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MSxwVGp9Uc/SSWTnv35bZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HR6-R5hpKk4/S220/Zigu2uc%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093422110720861433.post-5002615745290893660</id><published>2008-12-14T03:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T05:10:38.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I Never Loved Him</title><content type='html'>The Moments When We Laughed Together&lt;div&gt;And The Ones When You Cried For Each Other&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hundred Times When I Waited For His Call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Our Stupid Fights&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They All Hold No Meaning Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And All I Can Do Now Is Smile When I Look Into The Questioning Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Words I Wish I Never Loved Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Smiles I Smiled Sitting Next To Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Missing Him When He Was Not Next To Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They Hold No Place In My Life Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cant Forget They Way Those Eyes Used To Pierce In Me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Really Wish I could,But Right Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I Can Do Is Smile When I Look Into The Questioning Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Words I Wish I Never Loved Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ya I Know Those Stolen Moments Were A Blessing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just The Way They Were A Curse&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Touch Of Those Lips Was Blissful&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Thats All I See When I Close My Eyes Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being Treated Like A Princess&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And The Shower Of Chocolates &amp;amp; Roses&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Came A Day When Everything Vanished&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And Comes A Day Now When I Just Smile When I Look Into The Questioning Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Words I Wish I Never Loved Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today When I Look Behind I Smile With Tears In My Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Try Hard To Stop These Tears From Falling Out Of My Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But Like Him Even They Dont Listen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He Says Move On And I Really Wish I Could&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So Many Unanswered Questions Haunt Me Now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its Hard To Believe That I'll Never Be Never Able To Feel That Touch Again&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nothing Remains Today Except Fading Love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I Can Do Is Smile When I Look Into The Questioning Eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With Words I Wish I Never Had To Say Still I Close My Eyes &amp;amp; Mumer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I Wish I Never Loved Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.S:&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;This Is Something I wrote really long back when I was completely heart broken......thats when I realised how important friends are.......the questioning eyes I have mentioned here belong to my best friend who was always sitting next to me completely lost in trying to figure out how can I hurt myself so much&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7093422110720861433-5002615745290893660?l=blackrose0201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/feeds/5002615745290893660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7093422110720861433&amp;postID=5002615745290893660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/5002615745290893660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/5002615745290893660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-wish-i-never-loved-him.html' title='I Wish I Never Loved Him'/><author><name>roma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169843477266846788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MSxwVGp9Uc/SSWTnv35bZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HR6-R5hpKk4/S220/Zigu2uc%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093422110720861433.post-8049739761256189082</id><published>2008-11-19T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:56:00.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonders of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange is the word I’m thinking about……..&lt;br /&gt;This life is something we might define as Strange&lt;br /&gt;Its completely unpredictable&lt;br /&gt;Its something you thought was &amp;amp; is always yours&lt;br /&gt;And just the next moment you realize it was never yours&lt;br /&gt;Then there are things you always want to get &amp;amp; you know that you’ll never get it but right there your life again plays a game with you &amp;amp; gift it to you&lt;br /&gt;Even if its yours only for a few moments……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange is the word I’m thinking about………&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t we human beings just so strange&lt;br /&gt;We always want what we know we cant get&lt;br /&gt;And then if we ever get those things we never value them…….&lt;br /&gt;Those moments that are just so precious to us we always want them to come back&lt;br /&gt;Without realizing that if they ever come they will no longer remain precious to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strange is the word I’m thinking about…………&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t love just as strange as this universe&lt;br /&gt;We are always too late in realizing what we love&lt;br /&gt;We wait all life to get what we think we love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;without realizing we lost what we love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;long back in the attempt to get what we thought we love&lt;br /&gt;We make others fall in love with us believing we love them&lt;br /&gt;Too late when we realize it was not love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it was just something which felt like love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats When I Smile Realise The Beauty Of Mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Strange is what I’m thinking&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;are these the all wonders of life or life itself is a wonder&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;may be these things only make life a wonder………&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7093422110720861433-8049739761256189082?l=blackrose0201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/feeds/8049739761256189082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7093422110720861433&amp;postID=8049739761256189082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/8049739761256189082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/8049739761256189082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonders-of-life.html' title='Wonders of Life'/><author><name>roma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169843477266846788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MSxwVGp9Uc/SSWTnv35bZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HR6-R5hpKk4/S220/Zigu2uc%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093422110720861433.post-2207157175651369085</id><published>2008-11-19T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:56:24.735-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spirit Of IndiGo</title><content type='html'>MIDNITE COFFEES,&lt;br /&gt;                                      BIRTHDAY BUMPS&lt;br /&gt;DESI PUNJABI ENGLISH,&lt;br /&gt;                                   ELEGANT FORMALS,&lt;br /&gt;IRRITATED CUSTOMERS,&lt;br /&gt;                                   DEDICATED STAFF&lt;br /&gt;MAKEUP IN CABS,&lt;br /&gt;                           SMILES AT COUNTERS&lt;br /&gt;SO LESS MONEY,&lt;br /&gt;                               SO LITTLE TIME&lt;br /&gt;ROCKIN PARTIES,&lt;br /&gt;                                     MUGS OF BEER&lt;br /&gt;CRUSHES ON A.M’S,&lt;br /&gt;                              FIGHT FOR ALLOCATIONS&lt;br /&gt; DIE-HARD FRIENDSHIPS,&lt;br /&gt;                                     TEARS FOR LOVE&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING MISSING,&lt;br /&gt;                                     JUST EVERYTHING&lt;br /&gt;PEOPLE CALL IT INDIGO,&lt;br /&gt;                                         WE CALL IT LIFE………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;em&gt;thats whr I work....I wrote this when I realised how much I love the company where I work&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7093422110720861433-2207157175651369085?l=blackrose0201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/feeds/2207157175651369085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7093422110720861433&amp;postID=2207157175651369085' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/2207157175651369085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/2207157175651369085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/2008/11/spirit-of-indigo.html' title='Spirit Of IndiGo'/><author><name>roma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169843477266846788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MSxwVGp9Uc/SSWTnv35bZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HR6-R5hpKk4/S220/Zigu2uc%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093422110720861433.post-6162887708871246892</id><published>2008-11-19T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T07:46:47.324-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRUSH</title><content type='html'>I See You,I Breath You &amp;amp; I Need You&lt;br /&gt;You Make Me Laugh &amp;amp; You Make Me Cry&lt;br /&gt;You Are All I Want,You Are My Only Wish.......&lt;br /&gt;I See You Holding My Hand And Taking Me To The Sky&lt;br /&gt;All I Want Is To Feel Your Fragrance In Me&lt;br /&gt;To Close My Eyes &amp;amp; Feel The Kiss Of Your Lips&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Often Wonder How It Will Be&lt;br /&gt;To Be True To You....&lt;br /&gt;To Hold You Tight &amp;amp; To Sleep In Your Arms&lt;br /&gt;To See Myself Beautiful In Your Eyes&lt;br /&gt;Do I Love You??&lt;br /&gt;I Dont Know &amp;amp; Till I Figure Out...&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want To Dream You,To Be With You &amp;amp; To Feel You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;thats how the story continues..........&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Dont Feel The Same Magnetism&lt;br /&gt;No You Are Not That Special&lt;br /&gt;You Are An Amazing Guy,Just Not Meant For Me......&lt;br /&gt;I Still Remember The Way I Used To Blush Thinking Of You&lt;br /&gt;But You Are Not True &amp;amp; I Have To Let Go Of You&lt;br /&gt;No I'm Not Gonna Stay Here &amp;amp; Wait For You&lt;br /&gt;Now Its Time To Feel The Morning Breeze&lt;br /&gt;To Come Back To Life,To Fly Away From The New Runway&lt;br /&gt;No I Havent Forgotten You,You Are Still There&lt;br /&gt;Just My World Has Changed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S:&lt;em&gt;I wrote this when my first crush was finally over,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel thats the story of every first crush&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I call that guy wish.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;as a teen having my first crush was one of the most beautiful feeling I came across&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I dedicate this poem to him &amp;amp; thank him for being such a wonderful part of my life&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7093422110720861433-6162887708871246892?l=blackrose0201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/feeds/6162887708871246892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7093422110720861433&amp;postID=6162887708871246892' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/6162887708871246892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/6162887708871246892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/2008/11/crush.html' title='CRUSH'/><author><name>roma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169843477266846788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MSxwVGp9Uc/SSWTnv35bZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HR6-R5hpKk4/S220/Zigu2uc%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7093422110720861433.post-312455371233344843</id><published>2008-11-19T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T09:20:31.481-08:00</updated><title type='text'>mah first blog</title><content type='html'>I wanted to do this for just so long!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;I'm in love with writing but then I never wanted just everyone to read what I write&lt;br /&gt;I wanted only those to hav access to my writings who want to know me better....who'll try to undrestand me&lt;br /&gt;here's my attempt to show u a insight of me&lt;br /&gt;a world which till today was just mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7093422110720861433-312455371233344843?l=blackrose0201.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/feeds/312455371233344843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7093422110720861433&amp;postID=312455371233344843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/312455371233344843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7093422110720861433/posts/default/312455371233344843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://blackrose0201.blogspot.com/2008/11/mah-first-blog.html' title='mah first blog'/><author><name>roma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01169843477266846788</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__MSxwVGp9Uc/SSWTnv35bZI/AAAAAAAAAAc/HR6-R5hpKk4/S220/Zigu2uc%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
