<?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-13227425</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:03:04.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its my expressions!</title><subtitle type='html'>The inner side of me...which is simple,lovable &amp; silent...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sonal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243669640202810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://weblogimages.com/static/euJ318743CN8.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13227425.post-5278423073515759216</id><published>2007-01-11T22:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T02:37:40.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is a crusade…</title><content type='html'>It follows unusual path and peculiar turns…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes gifts us flowers; sometimes just thorns…&lt;br /&gt;It’s a known path at times we feel,&lt;br /&gt;And at times we spin obscure like a reel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moments of joy, happiness, anxiety or care…&lt;br /&gt;Moments of crying, sadness or tear…&lt;br /&gt;It gives us moments to cherish which are rare…&lt;br /&gt;Moments with loved ones and strangers we share…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel happy or sometimes get hurt…&lt;br /&gt;We may be silent or we may just blurt…&lt;br /&gt;All this makes life worthy of living…&lt;br /&gt;It makes living a wonderful feeling…!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13227425-5278423073515759216?l=itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5278423073515759216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13227425&amp;postID=5278423073515759216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/5278423073515759216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/5278423073515759216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/2007/01/life-is-crusade.html' title='Life is a crusade…'/><author><name>Sonal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243669640202810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://weblogimages.com/static/euJ318743CN8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13227425.post-114016564186609833</id><published>2006-02-17T00:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T03:29:29.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Sweet Bond...</title><content type='html'>Sometimes life is tough &amp; we feel sad…&lt;br /&gt;Everything in life seems so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Seems like world is a lousy place,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone appears to be running in a mad race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares for us we think,&lt;br /&gt;And we are just on the felicity's brink…&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on the fence we feel so lonely,&lt;br /&gt;We feel we may be alone here only..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, then someone comes &amp;amp; shows us the way,&lt;br /&gt;You should not worry they come near &amp; say.&lt;br /&gt;They tell you, Look, this is not the end,&lt;br /&gt;Share it all with some close friend..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone who senses your mood swings,&lt;br /&gt;When you are sad their telephone rings...&lt;br /&gt;Someone who cares for your happiness,&lt;br /&gt;A person who gets worried in your sadness…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that point be close to that friend…&lt;br /&gt;Sit &amp;amp; talk like the day has no end..&lt;br /&gt;Share your joy &amp;amp; share your pains,&lt;br /&gt;Bcoz they share a bond which forever remains…!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13227425-114016564186609833?l=itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/114016564186609833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13227425&amp;postID=114016564186609833' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/114016564186609833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/114016564186609833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet-bond.html' title='A Sweet Bond...'/><author><name>Sonal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243669640202810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://weblogimages.com/static/euJ318743CN8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13227425.post-112710675550273275</id><published>2005-09-18T22:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:12:35.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relations &amp; Expectations</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ask for promises &lt;br /&gt;...as promises people break.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care for beauty&lt;br /&gt;...as looks can be fake.&lt;br /&gt;I don't look for money&lt;br /&gt;...as monetary position can shake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wish for love&lt;br /&gt;...as I am not a flake.&lt;br /&gt;I do hope for care&lt;br /&gt;...else no sense life will make.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bank on friendship in all relations&lt;br /&gt;...as only friends can have the grace.&lt;br /&gt;I only look for understanding&lt;br /&gt;...as everything else will trace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordweb-&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flake: a person with unusual or odd personality.&lt;br /&gt;trace: follow or ascertain the course of development of something&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13227425-112710675550273275?l=itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/112710675550273275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13227425&amp;postID=112710675550273275' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/112710675550273275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/112710675550273275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/2005/09/relations-expectations.html' title='Relations &amp; Expectations'/><author><name>Sonal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243669640202810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://weblogimages.com/static/euJ318743CN8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13227425.post-112710649871027452</id><published>2005-09-17T23:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-18T22:09:00.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When its away...</title><content type='html'>We throw them aside, we dump them away...&lt;br /&gt;Why do these emotions then keep coming in our way...?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We show to the world that we are happy everyday...&lt;br /&gt;Rarely people know how our heart feels anyway..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its a stream of emotions &amp; i want to sway...&lt;br /&gt;Is it silence or it is fray?&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel it near when its always away?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13227425-112710649871027452?l=itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/112710649871027452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13227425&amp;postID=112710649871027452' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/112710649871027452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/112710649871027452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/2005/09/when-its-away.html' title='When its away...'/><author><name>Sonal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243669640202810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://weblogimages.com/static/euJ318743CN8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13227425.post-112537513315871137</id><published>2005-08-29T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T21:19:18.083-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird or Strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Some things are weird or should I call them strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life transitions, people come &amp; leave…&lt;br /&gt;WE are in the web of life which everyday God will weave…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes WE believe this, sometimes WE can’t…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes WE get things &amp; sometimes not WE want…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE change our role; WE play our part and never hold on…&lt;br /&gt;WE keep moving and life goes on…&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes WE smile, sometimes WE sigh...&lt;br /&gt;WE are born, WE live &amp; WE die…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But somewhere in the WE that ME is lost…&lt;br /&gt;Am I a bit slow or the life is too fast?&lt;br /&gt;God is the one who will invert that ‘W’ in WE...&lt;br /&gt;He is the one who will bring back the same old ME…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is the creator of the web of life…&lt;br /&gt;He slices the time; he chops it with knife…&lt;br /&gt;The sole writer of this play called life…&lt;br /&gt;The characters in this play are numerous &amp; rife…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I play with words, he plays with roles…&lt;br /&gt;I fiddle with means, he sets the goals…&lt;br /&gt;I try to act, he cuts the scene…&lt;br /&gt;I want to ask him why he is sometimes so mean…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it weird or should I call it strange?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I firmly believe the most constant thing in life is change…&lt;br /&gt;One day OUR prayers will be in God’s reception’s range…&lt;br /&gt;That day things in life won’t be weird &amp; life itself won’t be strange….&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13227425-112537513315871137?l=itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/112537513315871137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13227425&amp;postID=112537513315871137' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/112537513315871137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/112537513315871137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/2005/08/weird-or-strange.html' title='Weird or Strange'/><author><name>Sonal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243669640202810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://weblogimages.com/static/euJ318743CN8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13227425.post-111773887529452626</id><published>2005-06-02T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T12:14:10.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have your heard what the raindrops say?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;It rained today,its a beautiful night,&lt;br /&gt;The night wished she cud hug her moon tight.&lt;br /&gt;But moon is somewhere very far,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a rainy night with no moon &amp;amp; no star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain is beautiful still the night misses her moon,&lt;br /&gt;She wishes that she could meet him soon.&lt;br /&gt;The raindrops falling are singing some song,&lt;br /&gt;They make her feel that moon is somewhere along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thinks the moon is just at the other end,&lt;br /&gt;And with him soon elegant time she will spend.&lt;br /&gt;You know what the raindrops while falling on the earth have said to night,&lt;br /&gt;Feel his presence in the air, if you can’t have his sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13227425-111773887529452626?l=itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/111773887529452626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13227425&amp;postID=111773887529452626' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/111773887529452626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/111773887529452626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/2005/06/have-your-heard-what-raindrops-say.html' title='Have your heard what the raindrops say?'/><author><name>Sonal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243669640202810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://weblogimages.com/static/euJ318743CN8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13227425.post-111723571372975780</id><published>2005-05-22T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:16:23.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If i were...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;If I were...&lt;br /&gt;... a star.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could share your sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were...&lt;br /&gt;... a flower.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could present myself when you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were...&lt;br /&gt;... a fish.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could swim in the stream of your emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were...&lt;br /&gt;... a rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could color your life with colors of God's creations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13227425-111723571372975780?l=itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/111723571372975780/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13227425&amp;postID=111723571372975780' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/111723571372975780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/111723571372975780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/2005/05/if-i-were.html' title='If i were...'/><author><name>Sonal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243669640202810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://weblogimages.com/static/euJ318743CN8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13227425.post-111723534661254610</id><published>2005-05-21T04:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-27T16:09:06.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Concealed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It is something deeper than sea,&lt;br /&gt;But which no-one can see.&lt;br /&gt;Something which I  always feel, and&lt;br /&gt;Which I think only time can heel.&lt;br /&gt;It  is a monster darker than the night,&lt;br /&gt;With whom I find difficult to fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the silence of a lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night when everyone I love is away,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel the time has lost its way.&lt;br /&gt;The time when I am alone &amp; no-one is near,&lt;br /&gt;These are the moments from which I fear.&lt;br /&gt;A night when in thoughts I am lost,&lt;br /&gt;I want to get the loved ones near whatever it costs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still one thing is with me tonight,&lt;br /&gt;And will be with me always if I guess it right.&lt;br /&gt;It is the silence of a lonely night.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13227425-111723534661254610?l=itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/feeds/111723534661254610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13227425&amp;postID=111723534661254610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/111723534661254610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13227425/posts/default/111723534661254610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://itsmyexpressions.blogspot.com/2005/05/concealed.html' title='Concealed...'/><author><name>Sonal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11243669640202810768</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://weblogimages.com/static/euJ318743CN8.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
