<?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-1848847157256422888</id><updated>2011-07-07T18:06:00.154-07:00</updated><category term='FRIENDSHIP'/><title type='text'>$Ŭ®@bĦĭ --£ƒε, £oϋε, ƒ®ĭεnd$...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>surabhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/Sc-jIoRuKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIIzY02MsYc/S220/surabhi.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848847157256422888.post-1856854037705308832</id><published>2009-08-06T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T11:21:15.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feelings of separation</title><content type='html'>The dark deep sky.........&lt;br /&gt;I've you walking by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding hand in hand,&lt;br /&gt;As if we were to be in our own dreamland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could feel the warmth of you around me,&lt;br /&gt;And there with you ,i could open my heart to you being totally free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those beautiful days keep getting reminded to me again and again.&lt;br /&gt;Specially at the time when i sit away from you here, hard in pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are just flashing back, to and fro.&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful movements we've spent &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;althrough&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though i yet know however far i go away from you......&lt;br /&gt;But still i know that no-one can separate us ever &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;although&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, sweetheart don't you worry,&lt;br /&gt;However far away we stay.....&lt;br /&gt;I'll always stay in your heart....&lt;br /&gt;and you take a precious space of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ur's&lt;/span&gt; in mine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848847157256422888-1856854037705308832?l=surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1856854037705308832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/08/feelings-of-separation.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/1856854037705308832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/1856854037705308832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/08/feelings-of-separation.html' title='Feelings of separation'/><author><name>surabhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/Sc-jIoRuKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIIzY02MsYc/S220/surabhi.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848847157256422888.post-8319132980357821786</id><published>2009-04-16T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:42:32.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.......THE IMPECCABLE DATE........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The purple evening sky and those scented candles beside me,&lt;br /&gt;My arm in your arm…just reminds me of that beautiful dance.&lt;br /&gt;The moment I would love to hold back….i believe the violin, the zeal will soon be bac&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SedRwgZqH5I/AAAAAAAAABo/Ibg13544WK4/s1600-h/1.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325314978162024338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SedRwgZqH5I/AAAAAAAAABo/Ibg13544WK4/s320/1.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;k.&lt;br /&gt;And again i would like to be in your arm, the same way as it was that day.&lt;br /&gt;The shooting star after the lavender- scented bath……………&lt;br /&gt;The scarlet roses in my hand, the gentle feet desperate to walk onto your path.&lt;br /&gt;Then, I move towards the open sky and its you whom I think about.&lt;br /&gt;The tree down at the side where we sat all night.&lt;br /&gt;Next, I opened my eyes in your arms,…awesomely melted by your magnificent charms..&lt;br /&gt;Your lips right apart that, I wish I could come and touch my heart.&lt;br /&gt;I just dream to have it with you, once and for all……..and look over there waiting for us our well wishers beside the waterfall……….&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/1848847157256422888-8319132980357821786?l=surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/8319132980357821786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/impeccable-date.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/8319132980357821786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/8319132980357821786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/impeccable-date.html' title='.......THE IMPECCABLE DATE........'/><author><name>surabhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/Sc-jIoRuKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIIzY02MsYc/S220/surabhi.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SedRwgZqH5I/AAAAAAAAABo/Ibg13544WK4/s72-c/1.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848847157256422888.post-4954785423619021310</id><published>2009-04-11T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T00:58:59.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE WORLD OF MY PRINCE........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SeGU6YGfb1I/AAAAAAAAABg/s3V-5hflpHY/s1600-h/sd.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323699965151637330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 210px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 202px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SeGU6YGfb1I/AAAAAAAAABg/s3V-5hflpHY/s320/sd.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night when i looked towards the cloud..... I got lost.&lt;br /&gt;Lost into the world of my prince.&lt;br /&gt;how he would be...how he would speak.&lt;br /&gt;Then a voice came from within saying, my prince would be the kind i want.&lt;br /&gt;Though the desire of he being, totally different from what I'm,&lt;br /&gt;But there should be things that match. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night when i looked towards the cloud ......i got lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost into his dreamy eyes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want him to dream, Dream to touch the sky,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want him to be rich, Rich and popular so that if tomorrow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Someone asks me , Do you know him?.........&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I may say with pride.." that YES he is my bf."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He should be taller, at least taller than me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It doesn't matter if he's not hot. good from heart indeed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bond of ours so strong that no one can can come in between.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He might be possessive, but to an extent that i should get my space ,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And i too give him the freedom and chance to to race.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night when i looked towards the cloud......i got lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost for the unseen him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would try to get the best between us, that there is no regret and fuss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our compatibility as such that we both go together with love all around.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;smoking&lt;/span&gt;, no drinking this thing i wont allow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But, i would love to party and blow.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;do not&lt;/span&gt; expect him to love animals, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;at least&lt;/span&gt; not hate them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Romantic things i would like to do, but he supports and gives me clue.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night when i looked towards the cloud..... i got lost.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lost in his dreams of fake. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;His habits, i tell you should not worse,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; it will be difficult for me to curse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If ever we fight, i would try to be light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And teach him that it is not necessary, that he is right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flirting is one thing i would mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since when he is with me, he should be only mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night when i looked &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;towards the&lt;/span&gt; cloud......i was left thinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That what would i do if he is left blinking.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would surely die, because no-one can separate me from his site.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then i thought that lets leave that to time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Because&lt;/span&gt; now i just have to think about how he would be mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday night, when i looked towards the sky i got lost......lost to,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;See forth&lt;/span&gt; how he would be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Will i get the kind i desire. If not so also, it does not matter.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Because  i know that god above has made someone for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And he will soon come and fill my life with colour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1848847157256422888-4954785423619021310?l=surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/4954785423619021310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-world-of-my-prince.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/4954785423619021310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/4954785423619021310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/in-world-of-my-prince.html' title='IN THE WORLD OF MY PRINCE........'/><author><name>surabhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/Sc-jIoRuKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIIzY02MsYc/S220/surabhi.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SeGU6YGfb1I/AAAAAAAAABg/s3V-5hflpHY/s72-c/sd.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848847157256422888.post-829044041316588188</id><published>2009-04-07T08:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T08:51:04.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought about you</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;From the time you have come into my life.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its full of colour and luss.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Your voice makes my day,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I crave your presence in all the ways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When I walk all alone, its you whom I think about.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And dont fell like going out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just pray too god for your well being,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And tell him that he keeps you seeing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm so lucky to have you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That now I feel, that dreams can come true.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Love you, love you, love you....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Thats all I think, when I think about you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I wish I could tell you more than I love you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Even though when you know its all true..........&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848847157256422888-829044041316588188?l=surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/829044041316588188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-thought-about-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/829044041316588188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/829044041316588188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/just-thought-about-you.html' title='Just a thought about you'/><author><name>surabhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/Sc-jIoRuKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIIzY02MsYc/S220/surabhi.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848847157256422888.post-1550626375454495774</id><published>2009-04-06T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T09:24:25.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TEENAGERS---tooo complicated !!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever liked someone so much, that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;You just could'nt tell them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever had a sleepless night &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Because you could'nt stop thinking about them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever felt so lonely &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That you cryed yourself to sleep...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever lost someone you loved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And prayed everynight for them to return.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever felt the need to hurt yourself outside,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Becuase you could not stand the pain inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever cared for someone soo much,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That you forgot about the rest of the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever cried your heart out for reasons,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Unknown to yourself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever longed for one miracle to happen to stike,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And occur and change your life forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Have you ever felt sooo hopelessyour love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;That there was no way you could'nt do anythin????&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;If you have answered yes to most of the questions. YOU ARE IN????&lt;br /&gt;----- in where ?????&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Into the depressing and happening life of a TEENAGER.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;How many pshycoligists have tried, But failed....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;teenagers are way toooo complicted!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848847157256422888-1550626375454495774?l=surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/1550626375454495774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/teenagers-tooo-complicated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/1550626375454495774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/1550626375454495774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/teenagers-tooo-complicated.html' title='TEENAGERS---tooo complicated !!'/><author><name>surabhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/Sc-jIoRuKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIIzY02MsYc/S220/surabhi.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848847157256422888.post-7054233784878064204</id><published>2009-04-01T01:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T02:04:48.244-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SAD ENDING........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;(Guys this is a fictious love story.......and please dont try any such thins....)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still remember those beautiful days of my life.&lt;br /&gt;when he was present in it...life was like a sailing boat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As days passed and our relationship grew.&lt;br /&gt;we came closer to each other, day by day.&lt;br /&gt;Did not know, that the closeness would grow so much&lt;br /&gt;That i might allow him to go so far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The closness of ours did not leave,&lt;br /&gt;With the depth of love between us.&lt;br /&gt;It ws now just being physical with each other .&lt;br /&gt;Who new that, that was the thing the guy wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It became worse when i came to know that it was his plan .&lt;br /&gt;The plan to fake a realtionship,n then make a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie of trauma for me.&lt;br /&gt;How could he do this to me.&lt;br /&gt;how could he share the secret , moment of a girls life like that.&lt;br /&gt;I deny myself for getting influnced so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, its becoming difficult for me to live.&lt;br /&gt;So i want to an end to it all.&lt;br /&gt;I tried cutting my wrist, but dint get anything with.&lt;br /&gt;So i planned to jump up the roof and now i leave you with something-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"YOU HAVE LOST SOMEONE WHO LOVED YOU SO MUCH,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT I HAVE LOST SOMEONE WHO NEVER CARED MUCH."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848847157256422888-7054233784878064204?l=surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7054233784878064204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sad-ending.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/7054233784878064204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/7054233784878064204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-sad-ending.html' title='MY SAD ENDING........'/><author><name>surabhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/Sc-jIoRuKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIIzY02MsYc/S220/surabhi.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848847157256422888.post-5082698258941097349</id><published>2009-04-01T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:46:31.387-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....MY AMAZING PARENTS.....</title><content type='html'>(THIS IS THAT POEM OF MINE WHICH WAS AWARDED &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE BEST POEM OF THE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;MONTH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; IN EDUCARE MAGAZINE BY CAREER LAUNCHER)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If ever i betrayed you, which i never meant to do.&lt;br /&gt;I shall always try to be true;&lt;br /&gt; B'cause you're one of the few,&lt;br /&gt;Whom i would never want to hurt althrough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so lucky, that god gifted me; you as my parents&lt;br /&gt;Who are so wonderful and life is so blue with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From a toddler to  where i stand today,&lt;br /&gt;It is you who have guided me well and shown me the correct pathway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; At times you have scolded me and made me cry,&lt;br /&gt;at that point of view i must have hated you, but now i understand it necessaties and i strived.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those  hurt knees, those fever days, and not to forget thjose cranky babes.&lt;br /&gt;Its you have tolerated all my anxieties in diffrent ways..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now i just think upon the fact .......&lt;br /&gt;that i was so obliged that i was selected among those few,&lt;br /&gt;To become your daughter in this life of urs althrough......&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;strong&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;LOVE YOU MOM 'N' DAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848847157256422888-5082698258941097349?l=surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/5082698258941097349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-amazing-parents.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/5082698258941097349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/5082698258941097349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-amazing-parents.html' title='.....MY AMAZING PARENTS.....'/><author><name>surabhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/Sc-jIoRuKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIIzY02MsYc/S220/surabhi.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848847157256422888.post-131059660626471429</id><published>2009-04-01T00:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T01:25:06.483-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FRIENDSHIP'/><title type='text'>........U're special my friendS.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SdMhC2TTY5I/AAAAAAAAABA/DewpiOnxN58/s1600-h/PICT0018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319631917674619794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SdMhC2TTY5I/AAAAAAAAABA/DewpiOnxN58/s320/PICT0018.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SdMhC3fQxDI/AAAAAAAAABI/tEtEb0dDmuM/s1600-h/s1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319631917993215026" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SdMhC3fQxDI/AAAAAAAAABI/tEtEb0dDmuM/s320/s1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SdMhCuZnnWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YBs0A-v7jOQ/s1600-h/PICT0023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319631915553627490" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SdMhCuZnnWI/AAAAAAAAAA4/YBs0A-v7jOQ/s320/PICT0023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SdMhCXj6WTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FibCZSVjcuo/s1600-h/15.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319631909422782770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SdMhCXj6WTI/AAAAAAAAAAw/FibCZSVjcuo/s320/15.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;(This is for all my close buddy school pals specially.......hope u all love it....guys mis ya all alot......mwah)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It might be that we dont talk everyday....&lt;br /&gt;but deep inside my heart i know how special you are in ur own way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its been a great journey with you in my school days....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and i thank you for all the help you havegiven me althrough. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I surely will miss u a lot, wheather they might be the memories of ours, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;when we were tiny tots. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or from the time of teens ,&lt;br /&gt;when we would act smart and mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My school life has become amazing even more...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Since you have added in it more core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, when you maybe meet me after years .....&lt;br /&gt;dont forget me b' cause i'll be your same old friend surabhi...&lt;br /&gt;from the school days full of happiness and tears.!!! &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/1848847157256422888-131059660626471429?l=surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/131059660626471429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/ure-special-my-friend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/131059660626471429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/131059660626471429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/04/ure-special-my-friend.html' title='........U&apos;re special my friendS.......'/><author><name>surabhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/Sc-jIoRuKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIIzY02MsYc/S220/surabhi.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/SdMhC2TTY5I/AAAAAAAAABA/DewpiOnxN58/s72-c/PICT0018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848847157256422888.post-6505469929496474854</id><published>2009-03-29T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:33:21.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the apple of my eye.......</title><content type='html'>Every beat of my heart, beats for your essence.&lt;br /&gt;Every beat of my body, craves for your presence,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i think about you dear.&lt;br /&gt;The more my soul wants you near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;U're the apple of my eye.&lt;br /&gt;and the strawberry of my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about me is you.&lt;br /&gt;And thats totally true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be difficult if u werent there,&lt;br /&gt;Because you're the one who drives away my fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jus wanted to tell you that 'i miss you.&lt;br /&gt;and can'tsee life beyond you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So dear, dont you think of moving out of my life.&lt;br /&gt;And givng me this fear....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848847157256422888-6505469929496474854?l=surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/6505469929496474854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-apple-of-my-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/6505469929496474854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/6505469929496474854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/03/for-apple-of-my-eye.html' title='For the apple of my eye.......'/><author><name>surabhi</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_AYsCRli2o3g/Sc-jIoRuKOI/AAAAAAAAAAM/dIIzY02MsYc/S220/surabhi.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1848847157256422888.post-7932549448427374250</id><published>2009-03-29T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T23:10:51.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He's the one each girl desires.........</title><content type='html'>When you walk in with the thought of being lonely,&lt;br /&gt;he's the one who loves and comforts you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you sit at the cafe to pour out your heart,&lt;br /&gt;he's the one who sits beside you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the whole world goes against you, and tells you that u're wrong and leaves you,&lt;br /&gt;instead he's the one who takes you towards the right path....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you fall or loose something, he's the one who pics you u and hold you,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you that there are new chances ahead....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you look like a clown and everyone laughs at you,&lt;br /&gt;he's the one who loves you even more each time......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you talk to him or hours and keep down the phone,&lt;br /&gt;he's the one who misses you even more after that....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when you have tooo much of work to do, and no one to help around,&lt;br /&gt;he's the one who gives you a tight hug and says everything will be fyne...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and most of all, you can be urself when he's around,&lt;br /&gt;Because his warmth and kiss is somthing you could die for...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And lastly , when you try to be someone else, he gives you a tight slap,&lt;br /&gt;and says "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#000099;"&gt;i love you for the way you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1848847157256422888-7932549448427374250?l=surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/feeds/7932549448427374250/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-one-each-girl-desires.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/7932549448427374250'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1848847157256422888/posts/default/7932549448427374250'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://surabhi-expressions.blogspot.com/2009/03/hes-one-each-girl-desires.html' title='He&apos;s 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