<?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-6770555434303847820</id><updated>2012-02-12T03:43:07.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An incorrigible romantic</title><subtitle type='html'>some of the paintings of others where I'm depicted..

"I should like to "Sleep Like A Cat", with all the fur of time, with a tongue rough as flint, with the dry sex of fire; and after speaking to no one, stretch myself over the world, over roofs and landscapes, with a passionate desire to hunt the rats in my dreams."
— Pablo Neruda</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-2656185192266929737</id><published>2011-12-02T04:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T04:01:35.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A silent Good-Bye</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked off.&lt;br /&gt;I walked away.&lt;br /&gt;Walked by without glancing your way.&lt;br /&gt;The excruciating pain,&lt;br /&gt;the endless tears,&lt;br /&gt;the clotting gore from the cuts get smeared.&lt;br /&gt;I know if i had recollected happy memories;&lt;br /&gt;I would have stayed back.&lt;br /&gt;So i kissed you last time when i said these won't end.&lt;br /&gt;So i hugged you the last when i said there are more to come.&lt;br /&gt;So i pierced my heart and stopped it's beating.&lt;br /&gt;Swore never to ever love anyone besides you.&lt;br /&gt;To never commit and bind;&lt;br /&gt;I throw your way a silent goodbye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-2656185192266929737?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/2656185192266929737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/12/silent-good-bye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/2656185192266929737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/2656185192266929737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/12/silent-good-bye.html' title='A silent Good-Bye'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-7077979114777868917</id><published>2011-12-02T04:00:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T04:00:55.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the wounded soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; line-height: 25px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;For ephemeral moment i stopped,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 25px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;to look back in those eyes,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 25px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;was so intense a urge.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 25px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But he was not waiting there.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 25px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Crazy heart had that,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 25px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;reeling glances desire.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 25px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Again a pain&amp;nbsp;resurrected,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 25px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and he left me a gift of wound,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="background-color: black; color: white; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; line-height: 25px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;without my need to ask&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-7077979114777868917?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/7077979114777868917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/12/wounded-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/7077979114777868917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/7077979114777868917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/12/wounded-soul.html' title='the wounded soul'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-3573666302085465986</id><published>2011-12-02T04:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T04:00:16.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dying memories</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I capture those glances of your in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;The steady rhythm of your words as they call;&lt;br /&gt;As they call my name and address me as yours.&lt;br /&gt;Through the towering feelings,&lt;br /&gt;as of residing on cloud nine.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that your happiness never subsides.&lt;br /&gt;As the clock ticks and does its round,&lt;br /&gt;the moments bygone slips through palms.&lt;br /&gt;Floats in air like ashes of charred logs.&lt;br /&gt;Fleeing away like detached and dry leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Rustling and revolting the natures sound.&lt;br /&gt;Clash through the ticking hours,&lt;br /&gt;it happened with me.&lt;br /&gt;A touch of heaven that i perceived.&lt;br /&gt;I have lost all with the tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;I am done with the past.&lt;br /&gt;And all that i am left with,&lt;br /&gt;are new beginnings to create.&lt;br /&gt;I have let past go like sand caught in hand,&lt;br /&gt;though it was not as i had planned.&lt;br /&gt;But all i am left with are broken thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;No links and bends,&lt;br /&gt;just fractal i glimpse in broken chords.&lt;br /&gt;Yes i am sans memory.&lt;br /&gt;And have forgotten with whom i was,&lt;br /&gt;and who called my name,&lt;br /&gt;and told me that i belonged with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-3573666302085465986?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/3573666302085465986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/12/dying-memories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/3573666302085465986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/3573666302085465986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/12/dying-memories.html' title='Dying memories'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-5625457455583207967</id><published>2011-12-02T03:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T03:58:45.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The red umbrella</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From morning till night i had the thought of you in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I left the doors of my feelings open to let reach you.&lt;br /&gt;Staring outside the window from my workplace i saw,&lt;br /&gt;the air was moist as the rain splashed about in happiness.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for the evening and ringed the bell of your door,&lt;br /&gt;had a surprise in my hands,&lt;br /&gt;which not before you to anyone could be told.&lt;br /&gt;The red umbrella under which i longed your company too,&lt;br /&gt;was left melancholic as the door was not opened.&lt;br /&gt;I peeked through the windows and thought to sneak in to,&lt;br /&gt;But you were not interested and i was afraid of the truth.&lt;br /&gt;I left my bicycle so you would know,&lt;br /&gt;that i waited whole night just if you would go.&lt;br /&gt;Go with me to where i had surprises for you,&lt;br /&gt;and open the bag that had a secret to be told.&lt;br /&gt;The night passed and the damp soil said to me,&lt;br /&gt;"walk along now and try once again this evening!"&lt;br /&gt;I left that place again to come back,&lt;br /&gt;to have you right beside me here.&lt;br /&gt;Here under my red umbrella all glad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-5625457455583207967?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/5625457455583207967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/12/red-umbrella.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/5625457455583207967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/5625457455583207967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/12/red-umbrella.html' title='The red umbrella'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-5584218747607129330</id><published>2011-12-02T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-02T02:10:33.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That red eyed man</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In black dress I was waiting for him.. With a slight smile on face n connected by text sms..&lt;br /&gt;At last he reached.. Phew.. My heart was literally hopping.. a white safari came near by me..&lt;br /&gt;Agghhrr..I was nervous..I sat in the car.. Cudn't dare to look in his eyes...&lt;br /&gt;But he.. So chill.. Felt like he's not meeting me for d first time..&amp;nbsp;Ahh.. he carries a weird attitute.. 'I don't give a damn' kinda..&lt;br /&gt;Wearing a superman t-shirt n red puma shoes..Was chewing continuously..&lt;br /&gt;Though for a long time he made me comfortable.. I used to talk to him.. Day long.. I know he's a busy man, works with an odd tymins so his individuality&amp;nbsp;was respected.. not speaking much n carrying a smile..I was just sitting in car..surrounded by the music of coke studio.. hehe like an ordinary normal gal weaving dreams..&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. I accept it was love at first sight.. he was not the man I wanted in my life.. Even he was completely an opposite personality.. but as they say&amp;nbsp;''Love is always with the wrong person.. N if the person is right.. Time is wrong'' Lolzz&lt;br /&gt;Doh..!!&lt;br /&gt;After a short drive.. We stopped at a tea stall n lowerin the back seat he made himself comfortable..Wow! Every moment was beautiful.. He took out his weed.. N smoked.. Chewing.. And ordered to hot lemon tea n me humming a song.. He didn't know that I don't like lemon tea.. lolz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ummm.. I managed to finish it half...He asked me "Where u wanna go ?!?!?" I was speechless.. I just wanted to be with him.. in his world.. Where he can just once look into my eyes n understand that I'm in love with him.. I wanted him to fill the gaps of my finger with his..I just couldn't....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's away.. far away from me.. I know I mean nothing to him.. It was just a meet.. a casual tea meet.. I miss him.. I want to express my feeling that I love him.. but I wud neva do that..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish somehow..just for once he cud feel the pinch of falling in one sided love..&lt;br /&gt;the pain wen I think of him..the feeling of not having him in life..the emptiness that no one can eva fill.. the wish to see him once.. the thirst to touch his lips.. the desire to look deep in his eyes.. to hug him once n listen to his heartbeats..N just for once he saying me.. "I'm always there n I love you too'.. I miss his texts.. the way he used to call my name.. the way he used to be connected all day long..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's gone n I'll neva ask him to give those moments to me.. I just wish him to be happy forever.. My love.. my blessings n my smile is always for him..I don't expect anything else from him.. it is that I cudn't understand.. wat made me fall in love with him..the unspoken words on the long drive of white safari.. the taste of lemon tea.. Or his red eyes high with smoke..!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-5584218747607129330?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/5584218747607129330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-red-eyed-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/5584218747607129330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/5584218747607129330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/12/that-red-eyed-man.html' title='That red eyed man'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-829835588989021598</id><published>2011-09-08T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T07:31:39.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The black</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's a game n the game mode for now seems to be preselected n&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;stuck in strategy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: red; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;The controls...As always take some getting used to n also some of us are weapons by not much choice. Sekhmet. I've a gut feeling that the battery will die out on me before the final levels. The controls..faulty.. being never completely in these tiny hands B'coz Unfortunately God is both sadistic n a little vindictive!&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/6770555434303847820-829835588989021598?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/829835588989021598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/829835588989021598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/829835588989021598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/black.html' title='The black'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-4378946392519195221</id><published>2011-09-08T07:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T07:25:34.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>myself to thyself</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: black; color: #cccccc; font-family: Georgia, Times, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me to the blog-&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I'm just looking for freedom of expression&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Not validation&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The drama queen in me whispered..&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;that I'm living in freezing temperature. Sub zero. My heart, beating valiantly. Coaxing n cajoling the blood to reach all the nooks n corners of my frigid existence. My blood though..crawling away..slowly but surely; from my limbs, my face, my body. Shying away from the cold. Settling deep within my being. Helping just the vital organs to keep living. And me in turn to keep breathing. The cold frigid air.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I don't want these icy cold fingers to touch you. Pass on the cold.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;If wat she says is true, then, very soon, I will build a fire. In the middle of the dark night.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Thawing away the numbness&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The flames will dance in my eyes&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Me to myself&lt;/i&gt;&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/6770555434303847820-4378946392519195221?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/4378946392519195221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/myself-to-thyself.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/4378946392519195221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/4378946392519195221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/myself-to-thyself.html' title='myself to thyself'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-7059395728148346881</id><published>2011-09-08T07:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T07:17:47.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's abt. YOU...Yup YOU</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial, Tahoma, Helvetica, FreeSans, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Is it relevant..wat all is going around ???&lt;br /&gt;Well..both approving n disapproving thouts are there, regarding this query in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wat is this???&lt;br /&gt;Is this the shuffling of thoughts between Mind n Soul or wat I actually want to see is dominating on me???&lt;br /&gt;Wateva it may be, I guess it can assist me to get divest of this vagueness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to my practical acquaintance, our Mind reflects the same picture wat eva we really&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;want to see,even after knowing whether the circumstances are&amp;nbsp;&lt;span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;flattering or not.&lt;br /&gt;As far as the state of affairs is concerned, individual is responsible of his own for the situations encountered in life...it depends how we take things around us.&lt;br /&gt;The condition which is favorable for me can be absolutely unpleasant for the other person. Only thing which is responsible is the "ATTITUDE."&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;On one hand a negative thought can wreck the verve thoroughly whereas on the other hand positive attitude can cram the existence with elation n contentment.&lt;br /&gt;Situations encountered in our day to day life - to shape them according to our needs and priorities is absolutely not in our hands. These are the "Karmas" which we've to perform.&lt;br /&gt;Now it depends upon us, in which way we want to accept them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It depends upon us, whether we want to "blubber" or be "exultant" thruout our life !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-7059395728148346881?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/7059395728148346881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-abt-youyup-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/7059395728148346881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/7059395728148346881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/its-abt-youyup-you.html' title='It&apos;s abt. YOU...Yup YOU'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-2838047127693582408</id><published>2011-09-03T00:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:40:29.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be "Untitled"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Twist and turns..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;knocks and breaks..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;excess of airs..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;too dark or too bright..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;it's been ages I woke up..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;coz it's been ages I slumbered..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;come someday..&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: magenta; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;sleep next to me..&lt;/b&gt;&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/6770555434303847820-2838047127693582408?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/2838047127693582408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/twist-and-turns.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/2838047127693582408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/2838047127693582408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/twist-and-turns.html' title='Let it be &quot;Untitled&quot;'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-5536828483413869414</id><published>2011-09-03T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:32:48.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nocturnal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #990000; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;He opened his eyes... it was all dark.&lt;br /&gt;Don't know what the time would be...2 am, or probably it was close to dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He concentrated...&lt;br /&gt;there was pitter patter of water...the tap in the bathroom needs a change.&lt;br /&gt;the fan made heavy whirring sounds, like telling it is working from long.&lt;br /&gt;And the intermittent ribbit of rain frogs from the lawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he heard a familiar sound... she shifted close to him, and the bed creaked slightly.&lt;br /&gt;He could smell the fragrance of her hair and her breath on his chest made him warm.&lt;br /&gt;The world seemed alright, the world seemed his. He smiled and closed his eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knew he would sleep well now....&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/6770555434303847820-5536828483413869414?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/5536828483413869414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/nocturnal.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/5536828483413869414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/5536828483413869414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/nocturnal.html' title='The Nocturnal'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-3202902111689739217</id><published>2011-09-03T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:20:02.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And So CIAO</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #660000; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;It's time to say bye;&lt;br /&gt;You have to leave and i can't let you go!&lt;br /&gt;You get ready and pick your things;&lt;br /&gt;Wallet, kerchief, and then the car keys;&lt;br /&gt;and i know, it's time.&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to get up from the bed&lt;br /&gt;or to look at you;&lt;br /&gt;You smile; it's usual and you know it all.&lt;br /&gt;You pull me up, close to you and hold me tight.&lt;br /&gt;I am shorter than you, my head rests on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear the tic toc of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;I tune mine according to you&lt;br /&gt;and forget about the departure for a while.&lt;br /&gt;You shift a little and that wakes me out of my trance.&lt;br /&gt;I still continue to cling, like i will keep some of you here,&lt;br /&gt;with me, and cherish it while you will be gone.&lt;br /&gt;You bend down a little and hold me by my waist;&lt;br /&gt;i know what it calls for.&lt;br /&gt;I raise my feet a little and reach your lips.&lt;br /&gt;It's sweet;&lt;br /&gt;It's sultry;&lt;br /&gt;It's promising;&lt;br /&gt;It never ends;&lt;br /&gt;It plays in my head, on the loop;&lt;br /&gt;Until our next "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;Hello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: cyan;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-3202902111689739217?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/3202902111689739217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-so-ciao.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/3202902111689739217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/3202902111689739217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/and-so-ciao.html' title='And So CIAO'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-1548265868491216106</id><published>2011-09-03T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:13:40.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Mine And Yours ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime;"&gt;Love enthralls me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love bores you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love makes me fly,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;like a bird in the blue sky!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love makes you feel tied,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;like an ostrich that cant even glide!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love is a musical symphony for my ears!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;and a whimsical whine for yours!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I believe Love never fails!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You think Love is for&amp;nbsp;losers!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I look at Love and like it,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;like a Vinci or Picasso!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You look at Love and frown,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;as if it's an inane modern art!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love completes everything for me!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love means nothing to you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: lime; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I love you!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: yellow; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You don't even love Love!!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-1548265868491216106?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/1548265868491216106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/mine-and-yours.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/1548265868491216106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/1548265868491216106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/mine-and-yours.html' title='~ Mine And Yours ~'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-7564894839331366150</id><published>2011-09-02T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T00:04:30.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sauntering in a Paradox</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A materpiece from &lt;b&gt;Pablo Neruda&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I do not love you except because I love you;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I go from loving to not loving you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From waiting to not waiting for you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart moves from cold to fire.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I love you only because it's you the one I love;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I hate you deeply, and hating you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Maybe January light will consume&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart with its cruel Ray,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;stealing my key to true calm.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;In this part of the story I am the one who&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-7564894839331366150?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/7564894839331366150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/sauntering-in-paradox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/7564894839331366150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/7564894839331366150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/sauntering-in-paradox.html' title='Sauntering in a Paradox'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-309964306365059165</id><published>2011-09-02T23:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:56:04.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>will you find me through the smoke ???</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 16px;"&gt;I want to smile but I can't coz you are crying.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what can I do to make the things alright.&lt;br /&gt;There is this, just this one life, you can't go on living in one dark night. I never thought that you will be too weak that after one stumble you can't live.&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/6770555434303847820-309964306365059165?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/309964306365059165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/will-you-find-me-through-smoke.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/309964306365059165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/309964306365059165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/will-you-find-me-through-smoke.html' title='will you find me through the smoke ???'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-4151567974267124307</id><published>2011-09-02T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:51:24.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the clear picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #274e13; font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;Sometimes not even many cigarettes are enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #e06666; font-size: large;"&gt;Your face is still visible through the smoke!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-4151567974267124307?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/4151567974267124307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/clear-picture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/4151567974267124307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/4151567974267124307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/clear-picture.html' title='the clear picture'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-4847125015271499220</id><published>2011-09-02T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:47:24.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the unsaid</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; font-family: 'century gothic', Verdana, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Coz every time we make out..my soul is bruised!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Coz wat I'm used to is making love n not this over n out..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;Coz the make out leaves me drained, where the making love kept me fulfilled!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;And coz it tells me, it's the only reason u're here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;!!!! and it's the only reason you will be somewhere else soon..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-4847125015271499220?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/4847125015271499220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/unsaid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/4847125015271499220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/4847125015271499220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/unsaid.html' title='the unsaid'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6770555434303847820.post-1608622603483593658</id><published>2011-09-02T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-02T23:31:27.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuse me !</title><content type='html'>&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;&lt;div dir="rtl" style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #474b4e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Be it abt. the memory of a few stray strands of hair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #474b4e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #474b4e; font-family: Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"&gt;blissfully blowing across my face...&lt;br /&gt;or something as mundane as watching a raindrop slowwwwlllyyyy snake it's way down a window pane...&lt;br /&gt;The reflection of the moon in a stagnant inky black puddle...or the flaming cackle of gulmohar blossoms on a blisteringly sunny afternoon...&lt;br /&gt;Watching the velvetty starry night sky..perched precariously on my terrace wall...which sometimes makes me wanna dangle off the crescent moon..."mid-sky, mid-life, mid-naught..."&lt;br /&gt;Or just grab a palmful of stars n splatter them into the luscious black smiling hair...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya I know...I'm hopeless...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now excuse me..while I kiss the sky...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6770555434303847820-1608622603483593658?l=theblacksapphire.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/feeds/1608622603483593658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/excuse-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/1608622603483593658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6770555434303847820/posts/default/1608622603483593658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theblacksapphire.blogspot.com/2011/09/excuse-me.html' title='Excuse me !'/><author><name>Black magic Woman</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
