<?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-29548963</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:43:38.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Impressions</title><subtitle type='html'>All words are pegs to hang ideas on.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ritu bajpai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675812766640748479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIJQ6BDZj8/SwH-WbvkYbI/AAAAAAAAGDI/WkxvI82GXtU/S220/IMG_3231.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-29548963.post-2622910269445572433</id><published>2007-06-19T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T23:14:22.768-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Human</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;On an aimless walk one day,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I saw a statue midway.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So serene and calm it stood there,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Undazed by noon's sun glare.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was jealous for a while,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;How peaceful it stood in turmoil.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Untouched by all human miseries,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No heart breaks and no maladies.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;So much like us still so unique,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Carved by a master as a lovely piece.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same eyes, same features as humans share,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but no heart, and no life breathes there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In almost a whisper then I said,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I wish I stood there instead.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Away from life which drives me mad&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And so often makes me sad.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was amazed at the reply ,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;which the statue made with a tender sigh.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Do not bother, just a little wait&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and you'll be granted the wish you made.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You always thought it's complete life you live&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;but ever growing up, parts of it you give, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Every time you suffer a pain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;and then when you bear it again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;At last when you've had enough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You've gone through all phases tough&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;You give up all your human part&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And stand like me a world apart.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Same eyes, same features as humans share&lt;br /&gt;but no heart, and no life breathes there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Such are found faces galore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Human in form, human no more!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548963-2622910269445572433?l=ritu-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/2622910269445572433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548963&amp;postID=2622910269445572433' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/2622910269445572433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/2622910269445572433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/2007/06/human.html' title='Human'/><author><name>ritu bajpai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675812766640748479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIJQ6BDZj8/SwH-WbvkYbI/AAAAAAAAGDI/WkxvI82GXtU/S220/IMG_3231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548963.post-2187352788962753316</id><published>2007-06-19T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-19T22:25:38.439-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's return</title><content type='html'>What will I get out of life?&lt;br /&gt;A simple smile or a tear for a while?&lt;br /&gt;A lonely place, a friendly face?&lt;br /&gt;A blissful end or endless strife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The person in me,&lt;br /&gt;will it survive?&lt;br /&gt;It's killed each day,&lt;br /&gt;wears away each night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no more what I was,&lt;br /&gt;Is life just it's own cause?&lt;br /&gt;Falter, stumble, get up and walk,&lt;br /&gt;Just move on, know not for what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just a matter of give and take?&lt;br /&gt;Each one of us is just a bait?&lt;br /&gt;No sway do we have on our fate,&lt;br /&gt;All we have is all on stake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know not why I carry on,&lt;br /&gt;No reason to tempt me along.&lt;br /&gt;I am a wave in an angry tide,&lt;br /&gt;Will hit the shore and shatter all might!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548963-2187352788962753316?l=ritu-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/2187352788962753316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548963&amp;postID=2187352788962753316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/2187352788962753316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/2187352788962753316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/2007/06/lifes-return.html' title='Life&apos;s return'/><author><name>ritu bajpai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675812766640748479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIJQ6BDZj8/SwH-WbvkYbI/AAAAAAAAGDI/WkxvI82GXtU/S220/IMG_3231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548963.post-115571444001139346</id><published>2006-08-16T00:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T00:47:20.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Milestone</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I thought you were my destination&lt;br /&gt;But may be you were just a milestone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can’t live with what has passed&lt;br /&gt;Have got to move ahead at last&lt;br /&gt;Life is never fully lived&lt;br /&gt;There is always more to it&lt;br /&gt;So I go with a gleam of hopes&lt;br /&gt;And sever what’s gone like binding ropes&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a fresh canvas again&lt;br /&gt;I have my freedom with brush and paints&lt;br /&gt;When I think one painting’s done&lt;br /&gt;Just then the idea of another begins&lt;br /&gt;I go on improving phase by phase&lt;br /&gt;And thus slip away the passing days&lt;br /&gt;In every work there’s some touch that lacks&lt;br /&gt;I find that on looking back&lt;br /&gt;So I desire more from each dawn&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how the journey goes on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you were my destination&lt;br /&gt;But may be you were just a milestone&lt;br /&gt;There is limitless sky and limitless land&lt;br /&gt;There’s more to come and more I demand&lt;br /&gt;But the journey is long and when I’ll want to be home&lt;br /&gt;What will help me trace back will be milestones!&lt;br /&gt;&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/29548963-115571444001139346?l=ritu-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/115571444001139346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548963&amp;postID=115571444001139346' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115571444001139346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115571444001139346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/2006/08/milestone.html' title='Milestone'/><author><name>ritu bajpai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675812766640748479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIJQ6BDZj8/SwH-WbvkYbI/AAAAAAAAGDI/WkxvI82GXtU/S220/IMG_3231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548963.post-115380402237799069</id><published>2006-07-24T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T22:07:02.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face to Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;Who am I?&lt;br /&gt;The woman of today&lt;br /&gt;Master of my destiny&lt;br /&gt;Not a weak prey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure?&lt;br /&gt;Is that true?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it just a dreamy&lt;br /&gt;Castle in the blues?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says that?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why?&lt;br /&gt;I am my master&lt;br /&gt;This world is mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you free from domestic walls?&lt;br /&gt;Do you never face a fall?&lt;br /&gt;Is your life shackle free?&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you feel like an autumn tree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am learned&lt;br /&gt;I am brave&lt;br /&gt;I am able&lt;br /&gt;Why should I crave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s true you’ve won&lt;br /&gt;The world outside&lt;br /&gt;But what about those&lt;br /&gt;With whom you reside?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not confuse&lt;br /&gt;Tell me clear&lt;br /&gt;How am I burdened?&lt;br /&gt;What do I bear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men in your house&lt;br /&gt;The women there in&lt;br /&gt;Still guide your world&lt;br /&gt;And you do give in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I am beaten&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that I have lost&lt;br /&gt;They’ve given me a lot&lt;br /&gt;I pay a little cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it’s your life&lt;br /&gt;Why should you care?&lt;br /&gt;Be a daughter, a mother or a wife&lt;br /&gt;You have enough dare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dare is not always&lt;br /&gt;What shows outside&lt;br /&gt;It’s what shines within&lt;br /&gt;And keeps the hopes bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what about you&lt;br /&gt;The being within?&lt;br /&gt;What about your happiness&lt;br /&gt;Made of small little things?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is in giving&lt;br /&gt;That I have got&lt;br /&gt;Will never complain of my lot&lt;br /&gt;Only if they understood this thought!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.07.06&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548963-115380402237799069?l=ritu-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/115380402237799069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548963&amp;postID=115380402237799069' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115380402237799069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115380402237799069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/2006/07/face-to-face.html' title='Face to Face'/><author><name>ritu bajpai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675812766640748479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIJQ6BDZj8/SwH-WbvkYbI/AAAAAAAAGDI/WkxvI82GXtU/S220/IMG_3231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548963.post-115304395687327511</id><published>2006-07-16T02:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:59:16.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Idle</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I’ve got at hand some idle days&lt;br /&gt;That’s why always my mind sways&lt;br /&gt;At times I pick a brush to paint&lt;br /&gt;Often a book or sometimes a game&lt;br /&gt;Go to kitchen, try something new&lt;br /&gt;Though such occasions are really few&lt;br /&gt;Go and turn the television on&lt;br /&gt;This process starts right from the dawn&lt;br /&gt;But before that go for a jog down the lane&lt;br /&gt;Unless hindered by a welcome rain&lt;br /&gt;That day just keep sleeping late&lt;br /&gt;Unless mom yells, ‘it’s already eight’.&lt;br /&gt;Tune into radio daily once&lt;br /&gt;While I spend these few months&lt;br /&gt;This is carefree life at present&lt;br /&gt;When nothing bothers at any end&lt;br /&gt;Time for myself, time to pay heed&lt;br /&gt;Who am I and what I need?&lt;br /&gt; 01.07.06&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/29548963-115304395687327511?l=ritu-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/115304395687327511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548963&amp;postID=115304395687327511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115304395687327511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115304395687327511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/2006/07/idle.html' title='Idle'/><author><name>ritu bajpai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675812766640748479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIJQ6BDZj8/SwH-WbvkYbI/AAAAAAAAGDI/WkxvI82GXtU/S220/IMG_3231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548963.post-115184260028288010</id><published>2006-07-02T05:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-02T05:16:40.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A passing thought</title><content type='html'>O my friends be there&lt;br /&gt;When I need you with care&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of days gone by&lt;br /&gt;I often miss you and cry&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see you someday&lt;br /&gt;Please do have things to say&lt;br /&gt;New people will be there&lt;br /&gt;But do save my share&lt;br /&gt;Your memories still lighten my heart&lt;br /&gt;No way can I tell them to part&lt;br /&gt;I do not ask for a lot&lt;br /&gt;Just at times give me a passing thought!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548963-115184260028288010?l=ritu-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/115184260028288010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548963&amp;postID=115184260028288010' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115184260028288010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115184260028288010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/2006/07/passing-thought.html' title='A passing thought'/><author><name>ritu bajpai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675812766640748479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIJQ6BDZj8/SwH-WbvkYbI/AAAAAAAAGDI/WkxvI82GXtU/S220/IMG_3231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548963.post-115089543698499676</id><published>2006-06-21T06:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-21T06:10:36.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simply Unbeaten</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;Despite all attempts, irrespective of cause&lt;br /&gt;Life remains unbeaten, never gives a pause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am at ease, find it under control&lt;br /&gt;It suddenly disturbs and takes a heavy toll&lt;br /&gt;In attempt to match its pace, never did I rest&lt;br /&gt;In the end it offered me another quest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It allures me to carry on&lt;br /&gt;Yet reminds me where I am from&lt;br /&gt;Just when I think I’ve found the track&lt;br /&gt;It pulls out surprises from its bag&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an irony, isn’t it not?&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is trying to open this knot&lt;br /&gt;We don’t know why, don’t know where&lt;br /&gt;Whether to leave it or should we care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However much I try, however much I dare&lt;br /&gt;It always proves, it surpasses all flair&lt;br /&gt;However much lived through generations&lt;br /&gt;Life remains simply unbeaten! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/29548963-115089543698499676?l=ritu-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/115089543698499676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548963&amp;postID=115089543698499676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115089543698499676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115089543698499676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/2006/06/simply-unbeaten.html' title='Simply Unbeaten'/><author><name>ritu bajpai</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00675812766640748479</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIJQ6BDZj8/SwH-WbvkYbI/AAAAAAAAGDI/WkxvI82GXtU/S220/IMG_3231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548963.post-115002192288634600</id><published>2006-06-11T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:32:02.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She calls me</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;What do I head to?&lt;br /&gt;I don’t seem to know&lt;br /&gt;I just know that life is fading&lt;br /&gt;And I must not let it go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What lies beyond I often wonder&lt;br /&gt;What happened, I don’t have time to care&lt;br /&gt;I am running behind some unknown charms&lt;br /&gt;I know not what will be my share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had some time to stop&lt;br /&gt;I hope I had some time to seek&lt;br /&gt;What I want and to be sure&lt;br /&gt;That this is it and this is me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I am going and where I am from&lt;br /&gt;What is it that drives me on?&lt;br /&gt;But wishes aren’t granted and this isn’t true&lt;br /&gt;If I want I can pause but why I don’t I have no clue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not the life I want&lt;br /&gt;This is not the way to live&lt;br /&gt;It’s just that I want to be free&lt;br /&gt;Let me be unstrained to take and give&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me know not how to bother&lt;br /&gt;Let me know not how to care&lt;br /&gt;Let me have my own ways&lt;br /&gt;Let me spend at my will all my days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a person in me getting strangled&lt;br /&gt;Only if I could give her voice&lt;br /&gt;I would say this is life&lt;br /&gt;And I would say I have made a choice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is life worth living&lt;br /&gt;If I could do all what I feel&lt;br /&gt;It’s no use sloughing on&lt;br /&gt;When she calls me and I pay no heed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.05.04&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_2sIJQ6BDZj8/SwH-WbvkYbI/AAAAAAAAGDI/WkxvI82GXtU/S220/IMG_3231.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-29548963.post-115002173048657972</id><published>2006-06-11T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T03:28:50.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ccccff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Among all the hardships of life&lt;br /&gt;I always see her smile&lt;br /&gt;She has three siblings, a poor family&lt;br /&gt;And at young age is a drunkard’s wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cleans the utensils at my door&lt;br /&gt;Draped in rags lies her son on floor&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes she brings her little sister along&lt;br /&gt;While she works, she sings to him a song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has many stories to narrate&lt;br /&gt;But often they are discarded as prate&lt;br /&gt;She goes from door to door to earn a living&lt;br /&gt;Manages a bare existence with no saving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She utters words with no emotion&lt;br /&gt;Never wonders why strivings fall in her portion&lt;br /&gt;Yet she accepts it as her fate&lt;br /&gt;With seemingly no regrets and no complaints&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Among all the hardships of life&lt;br /&gt;I always see her smile&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I would see her sorrow&lt;br /&gt;If I stopped for a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she has two faces&lt;br /&gt;And always tries to hide it&lt;br /&gt;One that she shows the world&lt;br /&gt;And another when she fights it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One she bears while dreaming big for her son&lt;br /&gt;While my mother offers her extra tea or melon&lt;br /&gt;Another that she evades&lt;br /&gt;When she returns after being absent for days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One that she puts on when she stays late&lt;br /&gt;Just to chat and stands holding the gate&lt;br /&gt;Another when she knows it’s hard to earn bread&lt;br /&gt;And at times remembers her mother dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet among all the hardships of life&lt;br /&gt;I still see her smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.05.06 &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/29548963-115002173048657972?l=ritu-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/115002173048657972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548963&amp;postID=115002173048657972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115002173048657972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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flash upon fondly on days gone by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every summer we would go&lt;br /&gt;For many days in a row&lt;br /&gt;To our naani’s place in village&lt;br /&gt;And felt as if let loose for an age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All cousins and we would&lt;br /&gt;Collect as many children as we could&lt;br /&gt;Then we simply stormed the house&lt;br /&gt;And played all day long like cat and mouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We would climb mango trees&lt;br /&gt;Swing on branches in gentle breeze&lt;br /&gt;It was more fun to fight for mangoes than to eat&lt;br /&gt;And played hide and seek while noon was at its peak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunts were called upon to sort disputes&lt;br /&gt;While we blabbered and none kept mute&lt;br /&gt;Then we were sent to bathe at the well&lt;br /&gt;Where we would set things into pell-mell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come evening and ladies thronged the courtyard&lt;br /&gt;We would turn on the radio and play cards&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we would climb up the roof&lt;br /&gt;And there would be chatter in our world aloof&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In kitchen there would be a pot on the ‘chullah’&lt;br /&gt;That food had its own charisma&lt;br /&gt;We ate sitting together on floor&lt;br /&gt;And just kept asking for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At night we shared cot&lt;br /&gt;There were no fans but it never felt hot&lt;br /&gt;We fell asleep pretty soon&lt;br /&gt;Watching silently sailing moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now when I visit the same place&lt;br /&gt;Time seems to move at slower pace&lt;br /&gt;This time when I come I am alone&lt;br /&gt;Ma, brother and sis haven’t come along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have grown up, some cousins are married&lt;br /&gt;Playmates are gone just memories I have carried&lt;br /&gt;The family there is divided manifold&lt;br /&gt;And other stories of misery are better untold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No flocking in courtyards&lt;br /&gt;No session of cards&lt;br /&gt;No fighting among children&lt;br /&gt;No radio sounds at dusk or dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I lie alone on cot gazing at stars&lt;br /&gt;One among them must be Naani, dead and gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.05.06&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/29548963-115002153095823030?l=ritu-poems.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ritu-poems.blogspot.com/feeds/115002153095823030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=29548963&amp;postID=115002153095823030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115002153095823030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/29548963/posts/default/115002153095823030'/><link 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