<?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-20628913</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:34:53.414-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Meandering Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'>I let my thoughts meander and come up with this.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20628913.post-6763026270380970990</id><published>2007-09-19T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:14:35.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;Alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand alone again&lt;br /&gt;Cut off from others&lt;br /&gt;Who have crowded&lt;br /&gt;Around me in myriads&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single drop which&lt;br /&gt;Looks like every other&lt;br /&gt;But stands out when&lt;br /&gt;Others try to be one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not deliberate, not intentional&lt;br /&gt;It is something innate&lt;br /&gt;Which has always kept me&lt;br /&gt;Aloof distant and solitary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neither is it my own wish&lt;br /&gt;For I have often tried to merge&lt;br /&gt;To share the soul, gain the energy&lt;br /&gt;But never have I succeeded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In unifying with others&lt;br /&gt;In new place I gain a newer solitude&lt;br /&gt;I try very hard not be lonely&lt;br /&gt;But something deep down keeps me away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the mingling crowds&lt;br /&gt;Stopping me from getting washed away&lt;br /&gt;In the sea that’s around me&lt;br /&gt;Something tethers my stance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so however hard I try I am left&lt;br /&gt;On the shore seeing waves after waves&lt;br /&gt;Leaving satisfied and in company of something&lt;br /&gt;That mattered to them and may not even&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I remain petrified polished and immovable&lt;br /&gt;Like a rock in a sea touched by every wave&lt;br /&gt;Smoothened and pulled by every new gush&lt;br /&gt;Only to leave it alone, solitary and single as it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-6763026270380970990?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6763026270380970990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=6763026270380970990&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/6763026270380970990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/6763026270380970990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2007/09/alone-i-stand-alone-again-cut-off-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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-20628913.post-5295610489171799496</id><published>2007-08-03T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-19T06:13:47.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Mid Lecture Hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In midst of another boring lecture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After the first forty or so minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When the first head starts drooping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;With eyes full of sleep and slumber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Faces start turning around,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;In search of the savior &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nods are acknowledged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And hissings are passed on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;To the most probable ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;But even after shared glances &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And a few passed on messages&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The eyes are still looking for&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That wink of solidarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;That nod of confirmation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;From the person who&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Always had earlier come up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;With the solution to this &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Perpetual &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;mid&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt; class exploration&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Suddenly someone stoops&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And faces light up in hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Of finally making the catch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;After the long non verbal hunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;It appears at last from under&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The bench held furtively by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The same hand that has always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Brought the half empty water bottle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-5295610489171799496?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5295610489171799496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=5295610489171799496&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/5295610489171799496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/5295610489171799496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2007/08/mid-lecture-hunt-in-midst-of-another.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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-20628913.post-4967568742462095017</id><published>2007-07-21T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T10:36:50.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;New&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New people in&lt;br /&gt;The new places&lt;br /&gt;Make you crave&lt;br /&gt;For the old faces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The alien wind&lt;br /&gt;Its new touch&lt;br /&gt;Has a drab feel&lt;br /&gt;Pinching as such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making aware&lt;br /&gt;Of the home left&lt;br /&gt;Family and friends&lt;br /&gt;Lost in some theft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This sun too has&lt;br /&gt;A different tinge&lt;br /&gt;Here As I sit&lt;br /&gt;Lonely and cringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From indulging in&lt;br /&gt;The new ways&lt;br /&gt;Trying to hear&lt;br /&gt;What the past says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mincing steps&lt;br /&gt;Have to be made&lt;br /&gt;For what you left&lt;br /&gt;Has to fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So open up and&lt;br /&gt;Soak the sensations&lt;br /&gt;Indulge in those&lt;br /&gt;Forsaken temptations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try and live up to&lt;br /&gt;The day at your steps&lt;br /&gt;Grow in stature after&lt;br /&gt;The days at the preps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-4967568742462095017?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4967568742462095017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=4967568742462095017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/4967568742462095017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/4967568742462095017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2007/07/new-new-people-in-new-places-make-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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-20628913.post-5726937872562359876</id><published>2007-02-11T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T05:22:54.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A lone ray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lone ray from a tiny creak&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard to fight the dark&lt;br /&gt;All its resources at their peak&lt;br /&gt;A pioneer in some alien park&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It burns a path of radiant strand&lt;br /&gt;Into the belly of the black room&lt;br /&gt;Dust shining in every band&lt;br /&gt;As they move hit by its broom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another ray charging in to help&lt;br /&gt;From another crevasse in the wall&lt;br /&gt;To see a muffling of their yelp&lt;br /&gt;In scaling that obstacle tall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With more warriors flooding in&lt;br /&gt;Every nook with blazing beams&lt;br /&gt;Cutting to pieces the darkness’s kin&lt;br /&gt;As the place now magically gleams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun now can make a snort&lt;br /&gt;At the shadow’s hasty retreat&lt;br /&gt;From the garrison and the fort&lt;br /&gt;Spurned by a lone ray’s beat&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-5726937872562359876?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/5726937872562359876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=5726937872562359876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/5726937872562359876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/5726937872562359876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2007/02/lone-ray-lone-ray-from-tiny-creak.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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-20628913.post-4593937075973911467</id><published>2007-02-10T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-06T21:36:03.797-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;When did you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;When did you last stop to look&lt;br /&gt;At the leaves falling from above,&lt;br /&gt;The gushing water in some brook,&lt;br /&gt;Inviting you to some unknown alcove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free from the routines and rush&lt;br /&gt;Of a trifling struggle you indulge in.&lt;br /&gt;And stopped your perpetual push&lt;br /&gt;Into the path of the original sin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeking what seems the eternity&lt;br /&gt;To the eyes that see nothing else&lt;br /&gt;Other than making that serendipity&lt;br /&gt;In every heart beat and pulse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blockading all sights and visions&lt;br /&gt;Of a nature which also exist&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the walls of prisons&lt;br /&gt;Made by your mind egoist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last have a moment?&lt;br /&gt;To spare listening to a bird’s chirping&lt;br /&gt;In this world where every second is lent&lt;br /&gt;By some deadline or projects’ timing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did you last hear the beating&lt;br /&gt;Of your own heart with so much pain&lt;br /&gt;At making for yet another meeting&lt;br /&gt;In hope of getting that eluding gain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stop, hear, look, sense and feel&lt;br /&gt;Everything you took for granted&lt;br /&gt;To be useless and waste like a peel&lt;br /&gt;Of the fruit every one always wanted&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-20628913.post-6728112864823340572</id><published>2007-02-05T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T06:29:58.252-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Let’s Dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s dream of a world sans fences&lt;br /&gt;Where motion had no barriers&lt;br /&gt;No diversions in path and no trenches&lt;br /&gt;To keep at bay the various carriers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of joy, love, care and human touch&lt;br /&gt;Flowing from soul to soul freely&lt;br /&gt;Not only when need arose as such&lt;br /&gt;But as if by gravity pulling gaily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world where happiness is contagious&lt;br /&gt;Enough to spread by a single smile&lt;br /&gt;To even a person highly tenacious&lt;br /&gt;In being sorrowful mile after mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world where giving is valued&lt;br /&gt;Above par with aimless accretion&lt;br /&gt;Of the junk which gets glued&lt;br /&gt;In search of that vanity accreditation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world favouring generosity&lt;br /&gt;Towards every deserving soul&lt;br /&gt;Without calling it charity&lt;br /&gt;For achieving some great goal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A world where expression is free&lt;br /&gt;On all matters that affect the masses&lt;br /&gt;Bringing in sorrow reducing the glee&lt;br /&gt;Of the person over whom it passes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s strive to create this world in here&lt;br /&gt;Where we sleep, wake, loose, win, live, and die&lt;br /&gt;And if it needs a conscience much more clear&lt;br /&gt;Then at least dream of it until we begin to hie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-6728112864823340572?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/6728112864823340572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=6728112864823340572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/6728112864823340572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/6728112864823340572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2007/02/lets-dream-lets-dream-of-world-sans.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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-20628913.post-3661309753151824061</id><published>2007-02-04T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T02:24:42.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;No need of Words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#990000;"&gt;Words are never needed&lt;br /&gt;In a world where love is felt&lt;br /&gt;And emotions are heeded&lt;br /&gt;Like snow which could melt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words are for the weak&lt;br /&gt;Negating the power divine&lt;br /&gt;Which needs no one to speak&lt;br /&gt;Out feelings yours or mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True love flows like water&lt;br /&gt;Down the plains on its own&lt;br /&gt;To the rightful quarter&lt;br /&gt;Where it’s coming was known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For love creates its own maze&lt;br /&gt;And makes its own puzzles&lt;br /&gt;Woven through its blissful haze&lt;br /&gt;Spreading down its glorious aisles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Testing all but the true spirited&lt;br /&gt;With a pure heart and clear vision&lt;br /&gt;Of the path since long lighted&lt;br /&gt;By an inner strength in every season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it need be spoken then&lt;br /&gt;It would be forcing its way&lt;br /&gt;Into some secluded den&lt;br /&gt;Even if on Valentine’s Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-3661309753151824061?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20628913.post-8830816266214905620</id><published>2007-02-02T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-02T01:55:18.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;Future Vision&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The line of my future vision&lt;br /&gt;Neither straight nor askew&lt;br /&gt;Has no destination or mission&lt;br /&gt;Other than being with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are to be my way&lt;br /&gt;And also its very end&lt;br /&gt;You will only hold sway&lt;br /&gt;As I turn and bend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around those obstacles&lt;br /&gt;Placed along the road&lt;br /&gt;Leading to the spectacles&lt;br /&gt;In every phase and mode&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still I would turn&lt;br /&gt;To see the greatest sight&lt;br /&gt;That would lay by my side&lt;br /&gt;Exquisite, fragrant and bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You all along by my side&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands and hearts&lt;br /&gt;In silence, taking pride&lt;br /&gt;In being one since the start. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-8830816266214905620?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8830816266214905620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=8830816266214905620&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Let’s Walk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s walk these ways slow&lt;br /&gt;Leaving every one else while&lt;br /&gt;We let our feelings flow&lt;br /&gt;In traversing mile after mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soaking the sun and feeling&lt;br /&gt;The winds in our faces&lt;br /&gt;As visions keep on reeling&lt;br /&gt;With every step, at all paces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hearts loosing a few thumps&lt;br /&gt;To keep beating in resonance&lt;br /&gt;A new sensation giving goose bumps&lt;br /&gt;In this mystic aura ambiance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words need not be spoken to talk&lt;br /&gt;As thoughts flow through the hands&lt;br /&gt;Held all along this celestial walk&lt;br /&gt;Magically by a wizard’s wands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not looking for a destination or end&lt;br /&gt;It’s the walking which is the prize&lt;br /&gt;Be it one of the straights or some bend&lt;br /&gt;Falling at times only to be able to rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will love walking on and on for eternity&lt;br /&gt;In Company of your exquisite presence&lt;br /&gt;Only the binary of us and no trinity&lt;br /&gt;As far as our eyes can see and sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-4861608139941668433?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/4861608139941668433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=4861608139941668433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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come now&lt;br /&gt;For we remain same any how&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New resolutions come along&lt;br /&gt;Clamoring bells going a gong&lt;br /&gt;With cries of imminent change&lt;br /&gt;Of ways that have been strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had mere taking them changed&lt;br /&gt;Features that no one harangued.&lt;br /&gt;Upright and reasoned would be&lt;br /&gt;Each of us for the world to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note the mistakes of the year gone&lt;br /&gt;Forsaking them when the sun shone&lt;br /&gt;We always grow most by correction&lt;br /&gt;Rather than piling on further addition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is a tool to rekindle life&lt;br /&gt;In souls that have always been strife&lt;br /&gt;Remembrance always shows the path&lt;br /&gt;That has the least resistance and wrath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So look back and attain growth&lt;br /&gt;Run fast shun being a sloth&lt;br /&gt;Keep the days gone by as a guide&lt;br /&gt;Success will then fight on your side.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-8650905303065317002?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/8650905303065317002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=8650905303065317002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/8650905303065317002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/8650905303065317002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2007/01/new-year-same-day-and-same-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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-20628913.post-202797169844442598</id><published>2006-12-17T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T20:41:27.817-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Frosty Struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; On a cold frosty&lt;br /&gt;Winter night&lt;br /&gt;He sits huddled&lt;br /&gt;With his plight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of faring the still&lt;br /&gt;More freezing days&lt;br /&gt;Under the broken shed&lt;br /&gt;In this blinding haze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A daunting task&lt;br /&gt;For a man of few means&lt;br /&gt;To keep alive while&lt;br /&gt;Death nearby gleans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The others who&lt;br /&gt;Lay under the stars&lt;br /&gt;Without any wounds&lt;br /&gt;Cuts or scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another war he, will&lt;br /&gt;Have to fight&lt;br /&gt;To stay alive to&lt;br /&gt;See next day’s light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some how or other&lt;br /&gt;He still manages&lt;br /&gt;To stand firm while&lt;br /&gt;Life still rummages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For weaker souls&lt;br /&gt;Who never struggled&lt;br /&gt;Never bore pain&lt;br /&gt;Always wriggled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he will have&lt;br /&gt;The same struggle tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;To hold back life&lt;br /&gt;When death begins borrow.&lt;br /&gt;                                        &lt;br /&gt;                                             © &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;Ritu&lt;/span&gt; Raj&lt;br /&gt;                                         12/17/2006 11:52:38 PM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-202797169844442598?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/202797169844442598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=202797169844442598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/202797169844442598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/202797169844442598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2006/12/frosty-struggle-on-cold-frosty-winter.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20628913.post-116066656676327498</id><published>2006-10-12T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-12T08:22:46.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Lonely River&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lonely river in a dusty plain&lt;br /&gt;Making a pattern of watery chain&lt;br /&gt;Goes on for as far as eyes can see&lt;br /&gt;For eternity into the distant sea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does not know the very banks &lt;br /&gt;Protecting it with supporting flanks&lt;br /&gt;Even the lone companion is unknown&lt;br /&gt;The sun who has come and gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without any words or even a salutation&lt;br /&gt;In the long journey of its salvation&lt;br /&gt;To its lord the mighty sea&lt;br /&gt;That blesses it with gratitude and glee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On completing the journey alone&lt;br /&gt;Without any help or a guiding stone&lt;br /&gt;On and on for years at times&lt;br /&gt;Fighting solitude, silence and rough climes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goal was worth the arduous trail&lt;br /&gt;The shores washed in the Holy Grail&lt;br /&gt;Welcomed it into its mighty fold&lt;br /&gt;To live there for ever and never get old&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-116066656676327498?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/116066656676327498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20628913.post-115989203848955985</id><published>2006-10-03T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T09:13:58.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bathing the trees drenching the earth&lt;br /&gt;Washing Sarcasm bringing in mirth&lt;br /&gt;In the long dry days of simmering heat&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the rain to the clouds’ beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blinding the sun with a dusty gale&lt;br /&gt;A prelude of vitality to things went pale&lt;br /&gt;Riding on the backs of tumultuous clouds&lt;br /&gt;Some times alone at time in crowds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starts with a gentle drizzle pampering the plains&lt;br /&gt;The drops cleansing the summer stains&lt;br /&gt;Many a things died waiting for the show&lt;br /&gt;But still others receiving the energy to grow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the stout clouds blockading the sun&lt;br /&gt;Rain keeps pouring and brook start to run&lt;br /&gt;Quenching the thirst of the dry parched land&lt;br /&gt;Floats in gaiety even the last grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pours from the sky and they grow from the earth&lt;br /&gt;A new ring of life a lively nature’s girth&lt;br /&gt;Life flows in rivers in form of the waves&lt;br /&gt;And he will grow greatest the most who saves&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-115989203848955985?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/115989203848955985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=115989203848955985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/115989203848955985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/115989203848955985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2006/10/rain-bathing-trees-drenching-earth.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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-20628913.post-115877657409492565</id><published>2006-09-20T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T11:29:52.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The gentle breeze&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;The gentle breeze silently blows&lt;br /&gt;Alone for miles as the sun glows&lt;br /&gt;Doing whatever little it can&lt;br /&gt;Cooling the masses’ burning tan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Bringing relief however small&lt;br /&gt;On its path of perpetual roll&lt;br /&gt;Receiving a gift of sweaty beads&lt;br /&gt;In lieu of its cooling deeds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Never feels ashamed or frail&lt;br /&gt;In walking the scorching sunny trail&lt;br /&gt;Or taking on the mightier rival&lt;br /&gt;Even taking with it a path of revival&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Of life drying and dying in the heat&lt;br /&gt;Oppressed and fallen bound by a cleat&lt;br /&gt;A small speckle of life it brings&lt;br /&gt;The last drop from the last wring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#333333;"&gt;Carrying a hope of resurrection&lt;br /&gt;Even in midst of the destruction&lt;br /&gt;Has lessons, for many to learn&lt;br /&gt;Of how to stand even in a churn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcccc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Of never getting bogged down&lt;br /&gt;From the shine of the opponent’s crown&lt;br /&gt;Doing whatever it is destined&lt;br /&gt;Small, big, askew or aligned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-115877657409492565?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20628913.post-115851114148688992</id><published>2006-09-17T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T09:39:19.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Celestial Battles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Hurriedly came the gasping night&lt;br /&gt;After the day long arduous fight&lt;br /&gt;To overpower the glazing sun&lt;br /&gt;In the end of this daily run.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s reign now very imminent&lt;br /&gt;Over everything vague or pertinent&lt;br /&gt;Overcoming the fatigue of the acclivity&lt;br /&gt;It overpowers all in its serendipity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sun now hides below the seas&lt;br /&gt;Its actions and attack in the freeze&lt;br /&gt;Taking a rest between the blows&lt;br /&gt;While the opponent rightly glows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night rules supreme now&lt;br /&gt;Darkness and silence coming in tow&lt;br /&gt;The masses oblige to this dictate&lt;br /&gt;Silent spectators of this change in fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still pockets of resistance remain&lt;br /&gt;The stars the moon hard to refrain&lt;br /&gt;Show the mettle of their worth&lt;br /&gt;That, not all surrender on the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day stealthily creeps back&lt;br /&gt;Mounting from distance a new attack&lt;br /&gt;And witness to this new battle&lt;br /&gt;The birds announce in their tattle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That soldiers of the day quickly grow&lt;br /&gt;Piercing the night with its deadly prow&lt;br /&gt;The commander now appears, proud&lt;br /&gt;Driving away the few opponents crowd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night retreats back to its shell&lt;br /&gt;Some anonymous cell in a faraway dell&lt;br /&gt;The earth has now come a complete circle&lt;br /&gt;Bringing balance to this majestic chronicle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-115851114148688992?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/115851114148688992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=115851114148688992&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/115851114148688992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/115851114148688992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2006/09/celestial-battles-hurriedly-came.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20628913.post-114258553724663217</id><published>2006-03-17T14:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T00:52:17.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;Went on walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Days of solitude&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;days of pain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;miles to walk &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;in hope of some gain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A distant sun &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;with slanting rays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;behind daunting clouds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Stands in new ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A gentle breeze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;scattering the leaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;making new patterns&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;in designs it weaves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No one in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;for miles at stretch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A single man walks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;lonley silent and wretch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;With no goals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;and no mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;goes on walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;as a submission.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;He went on walking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;on and on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;For longer miles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;he still was gone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-114258553724663217?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114258553724663217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=114258553724663217&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/114258553724663217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/114258553724663217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2006/03/went-on-walking-days-of-solitude-days_17.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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-20628913.post-114131249857673922</id><published>2006-03-02T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T07:14:58.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>A Girl Stands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for courage&lt;br /&gt;To face all evil&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for creativity&lt;br /&gt;To make life fresh&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for vigor&lt;br /&gt;To keep things moving&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for direction&lt;br /&gt;To guide frail steps&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for strength&lt;br /&gt;To drive away fear&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for charm&lt;br /&gt;To bring in happiness&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for beauty&lt;br /&gt;To light up things&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for truth&lt;br /&gt;To keep us aware&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for passion&lt;br /&gt;To rekindle the fire.&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for care&lt;br /&gt;To cradle the life.&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for compassion&lt;br /&gt;To raise the fallen&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for candor&lt;br /&gt;To maintain righteousness&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for justice&lt;br /&gt;To unite us together.&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for vivacity&lt;br /&gt;To drive away numbness&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for fragrance&lt;br /&gt;To make life sweeter&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for symphony&lt;br /&gt;To bring coherence&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for harmony&lt;br /&gt;To maintain the balance.&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for dedication&lt;br /&gt;To keep revs up&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for love &lt;br /&gt;For having started it.&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for treasure&lt;br /&gt;To the one, who has her.&lt;br /&gt;• A girl stands for pleasure&lt;br /&gt;From the sheer sight of hers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-114131249857673922?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/114131249857673922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=114131249857673922&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/114131249857673922'/><link rel='self' 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falls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love should flow like a river in a plain&lt;br /&gt;Meander it should without seeking any gain&lt;br /&gt;Its turns and twists should be its own&lt;br /&gt;Unique it must be, never a clone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it tries to copy any previous form&lt;br /&gt;It is then that it ends in a storm.&lt;br /&gt;Never dictate it terms or conditions&lt;br /&gt;Move with closed eyes without any premonitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the essence sinks into the heart&lt;br /&gt;Dead it remains not trying to start.&lt;br /&gt;Let love float seamlessly in the air &lt;br /&gt;Do not offer it a house seat or chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiant you become when it is found&lt;br /&gt;It creeps unknowingly without any sound.&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t remember March, April or May&lt;br /&gt;When you engross the elixir of Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;br /&gt;                                     RITU RAJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-113990750243619525?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113990750243619525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=113990750243619525&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/113990750243619525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/113990750243619525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2006/02/valentines-day-you-love-one-love-two.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20628913.post-113990506422735721</id><published>2006-02-14T00:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T00:17:44.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi guys I am starting my blog from the day of love valentines&lt;br /&gt;day. So to start Here I present a Poem of mine     &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;          Valentines Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love one, love two even love three&lt;br /&gt;Whatever the number but is it free?&lt;br /&gt;Bound in chains or fenced in walls&lt;br /&gt;Can it go on its own to take its falls?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love should flow like a river in a plain&lt;br /&gt;Meander it should without seeking any gain&lt;br /&gt;Its turns and twists should be its own&lt;br /&gt;Unique it must be, never a clone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it tries to copy any previous form&lt;br /&gt;It is then that it ends in a storm.&lt;br /&gt;Never dictate it terms or conditions&lt;br /&gt;Move with closed eyes without any premonitions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until the essence sinks into the heart&lt;br /&gt;Dead it remains not trying to start.&lt;br /&gt;Let love float seamlessly in the air &lt;br /&gt;Do not offer it a house seat or chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Radiant you become when it is found&lt;br /&gt;It creeps unknowingly without any sound.&lt;br /&gt;And you don’t remember March, April or May&lt;br /&gt;When you engross the elixir of Valentines Day.&lt;br /&gt;                                                         &lt;br /&gt;                                     RITU RAJ&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-113990506422735721?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113990506422735721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=113990506422735721&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/113990506422735721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/113990506422735721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2006/02/hi-guys-i-am-starting-my-blog-from-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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-20628913.post-113960437223174465</id><published>2006-02-11T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T12:57:10.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;Ritu Raj&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20628913-113960437223174465?l=bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/feeds/113960437223174465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=20628913&amp;postID=113960437223174465&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/113960437223174465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20628913/posts/default/113960437223174465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bhagalpuriblues.blogspot.com/2006/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Ritu Raj</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18410609621421104725</uri><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>
