<?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-7765955128650046983</id><updated>2011-08-28T06:33:10.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>reflection...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-8274711262611030634</id><published>2011-04-03T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-03T12:03:17.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>what is this life,,,it makes us soo vulnerable and absolutely powerless in front of it..how can one work hard and do so many things...plan plan and plan and then carefully as if handling a glass statue execute the plan, only to have the destiny make its own plan and execute it in the diametrically opposite way??!...Its easy to say, take life as it comes, do your best god will see to the rest,,,but you know the magnitude of pain..of failure ..of anger..of frustration only when you do work so hard and it doesn materialize..what is this thats happening?? why are we soo helpless??&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As  i scream all these things to the nobody around me, i get a pin-drop,,actually a scary morbid silence as the reply. Certain things are just beyond us..it sounds so spineless to say things like this..but its true..the stark dirty truth...its just not in your hands. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But the beauty is, inspite of thrashed dreams, broken hearts, shattered lives, painful transition of alive days and moments to miserable memories...there is always a new life waiting. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Given a chance, many of us would love to wallow in the pity and misery and go into non-existence...but we dont, coz we dont have a choice in that too...we are forced to take the new life that is waiting round the corner,,just like a forceful dosage of medicine or an uninvited guest who has taken complete hostage over our current home..our current life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And life evolves once again...from the fall season to bloom...taking us through...phases of initial frustrated denial..to slowly reluctant submission to miserable guilt trips for submitting ..to exasperated forceful acceptance of the changes to finally accepting the defeat -the new life-and the hope (which we swore to ourselves that we will never have after a certain incident)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things like this..wash us out..baffle us...break us..torment us..scare us..but weirdly also shape us..&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and thts why it is said -'life as we know it!'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: dedicated to YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-8274711262611030634?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8274711262611030634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=8274711262611030634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/8274711262611030634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/8274711262611030634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-is-this-lifeit-makes-us-soo.html' title=''/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-8633846523009523606</id><published>2011-02-08T10:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T11:23:08.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>there was once a girl..chirpy ...flitting merrily around unaware of what or how her life will take a turn. She was happy with who she was or whatever she thought she was..It was then one day..she met a person .. a person who takes the same crash course as her. She dint kno why,,but she resisted getting to know this person..but she knew enough that there was something about that other person..that intrigued her . Considering her personality..she was able to dodge getting to know this other person. But destiny had a  different plan, and in a span of one year..they were thrown back to the same classes. Feeling out of place..and torn between whom to be with...this girl chose the mysterious person over the other faces that seemed to lose form like a paint drop  dissolving in water. There was an awkward moment,,,but that was the oly moment that was awkward between them ever since. Days flew...and she opened up more more..much more..that she realsied one day that...earlier before her encounter with this person...she just dint know who she was. She was viewed as a gift package..and she assumed that that was who she was. It dawned to her that no matter how beautiful the wrapper looked..it is meant to be unwrapped ..let the world and herself see who she really was. And so unfolded a life together..a life filled with laughter,,insecurities..endless talks..deepest secrets...obviously fights..withdrawing sprees...but at the end..it was a life together. They  being poles apart..admired each other..loved each other ..and were always patient with each others tantrums( tho it was predominant only one way ;))..They became an integral part of each others lives. The girl was lost in her dreamworld..a world filled with this mysterious person and all those who was introduced to her by that source. With evry new additional person...their love for each other grew instead of dwindling. It was ironic how you think you cant love a person more..but u shock yourself the very next day. They adorned a dream together,,,a dream which they soo fervently hoped would work..and whether the dream worked or not...it sure brought them closer...they discussed wackiest of topics..did craziest of things,,,cried together almost over evrything and nothing...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And now..one of them..is moving forward..taking a huge leap into the real world..the real world which our dreamy girl totally can not relate to...After a years of being together in messier situations..its the first time..these two have to be in different phases different places with different  situations 'together'. Though insecurity washes either of them in its own way...though doubts swallow them ...they know that..things change..dreams change..but they are still 'them'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;ps: to mahima..for us :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-8633846523009523606?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8633846523009523606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=8633846523009523606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/8633846523009523606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/8633846523009523606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2011/02/there-was-once-girl.html' title=''/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-8585017638449371108</id><published>2010-06-26T08:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T08:48:52.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i wanna belong...to you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-8585017638449371108?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/8585017638449371108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=8585017638449371108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/8585017638449371108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/8585017638449371108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-wanna-belong.html' title=''/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-3803425024233328219</id><published>2010-03-12T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T08:34:57.327-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'push theory'</title><content type='html'>Well, Its been two and half years now, and I have realized that these years, I have been cranky, pissed off, lonely(most of the times),desperate and maybe occasionally naughty n excited. But I cant recollect a single instance where i have felt  the 'happiness' which I was soo accustomed to once.&lt;br /&gt; Actually, the thought about the movie -"The Eternal sunshine on the spotless mind" made me think in these lines. I remember accusing the act in which Kate Winslet indulges. She goes to get all the memories attached to the love of her life "deleted" medically. I used to wonder how someone can ever do that. I mean, even if a relationship doesn work, it definitely doesn lose the value it had for the person. I almost used to be defensive &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;then&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt; Now on after thoughts, I realised I am a kind of person who can live a lifetime with an emotion that i feel strong about. Soo intense that , i even dont need the other person to add fuel to the relationship, I can stay dedicated all my life single-handedly. It wasn long, before I realised that it isn exactly a healthy trait. I have got soo used to the illusion of having the person around, that i end up living a life with just the memories. I relate evry animate and inanimate things to them, have conversations with them in mind, and retaliate my own statements by lines which I know they will say , if they had a chance to hear what I had to say. So thus unfolds my little world, cut off from evry othr thing, comprising of me and just the other person..its soo magical, perfect and intimate that extricating myself from that world and relating to my personality otherwise becomes almost impossible...&lt;br /&gt; Its at this juncture , that i decided to come with my &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;push theory&lt;/span&gt;. I decided that, one day when I am shaken out of this "perfect world " of mine and made to face the perfectly imperfect world of others, I might not exactly have the strength to stomach it. So i decided I have to prepare myslf for that day..when I am not left shattered coz ths life that i led on my own way, with my own self, is nothing but a mirage... So in this theory, I am training my mind to think faster than my mind. I know it wont make sense to all..but what i am essentially tryin to do is, predict where all the mind will link or relate to that particular person or incident, and before the relation happens, i mentally push that thought that away. It might sound bizarre, but it might work. Its hard, it seems impossible because one has been soo accustomed to be a slave of the mind, that suddenly when you choose to reverse roles, it seems so baffling. Its only after consciously taking an effort to face the most difficult thoughts of mine, that i realize that almost everything I do or say or think or pray or type is linked to just that one person or thought. This is what they mean by the word &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;zahir&lt;/span&gt; i think. The 'one thing' with which you cant afford to 'not notice'..its overwhelming presence almost chokes your life! !!!..&lt;br /&gt;...Sighh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just realized through the whole of my entry, where I wanted to emphasize on my power over my mind, i ended up getting dissolved in the thoughts about my zahir! :|&lt;br /&gt;..i guess I might be successful 'pushing the thoughts' but forgetting something you feel soo intutively is a different story altogether!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-3803425024233328219?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3803425024233328219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=3803425024233328219' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/3803425024233328219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/3803425024233328219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/03/push-theory.html' title='&apos;push theory&apos;'/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-4783126986300448534</id><published>2010-02-25T06:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T07:03:49.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random</title><content type='html'>..There i go, after a reallly loong time!! As always i dont kno wat i am going to write or made me want to write....offlate, I am just feeling a bit,out of place. Its like, i have had a jolt and i am out of my proper shape,,,i dont fit the jigsaw puzzle perfectly! What is it that has made me into this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make frantic calls to frns, oly for realising the next minute that i really dont have anything to talk to them....&lt;br /&gt;I seem soo vibrant and active in everything i do, yet i am not involved in it at all...&lt;br /&gt;...I seem to search for a particular face or voice in someone else's...and i get disappointed when i fail..&lt;br /&gt;sometimes there are soo many voices in my head asking me to do two contradictory things at the same time and sometimes they are soo silent, that i feel i am a vegetable..&lt;br /&gt;There is this constant gnawing factor that's slowing eating me up, not allowing me to undo redo or move on with things,,,its like a plastic ball immersed in water,,,it keeps surfacing up,,,&lt;br /&gt;Its like I want to make a connection to that someone out in the oblivion...madly trying to reach out to them..waving hands at them...wanting to get hold of them and never let them go...&lt;br /&gt;the pangs of furstration at oneself..the stab of betrayal one feels when they know that its not in their power to get hold of that one thing..that excruciating sense of failure when one cant get grab the desire,,,i feel it all! totally!&lt;br /&gt;....Its the disappointment that one feels when they are not able to show the people who smirked at them for their dreams, throw the reality on their face and tell them...'ha, you see i win!!'...in spite of winning...thats the madness i undergo.&lt;br /&gt;this random thought/thoughts, what are they!?!?!...&lt;br /&gt;They make me smile, they make sigh, they make me dream, they cause pain, they make me feel like a loser, they make me cry,,,,,they make ME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not for this ran&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;domness, i might have never known the hidden part of me, all my life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-4783126986300448534?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4783126986300448534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=4783126986300448534' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/4783126986300448534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/4783126986300448534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/random.html' title='random'/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-3906854517029463269</id><published>2010-02-14T03:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T03:41:53.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Abba echoed the thoughts of my best friend...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Chiquitita lyrics&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, tell me what's wrong&lt;br /&gt;You're enchained by your own sorrow&lt;br /&gt;In your eyes there is no hope for tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;How I hate to see you like this&lt;br /&gt;There is no way you can deny it&lt;br /&gt;I can see that you're oh so sad, so quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;I'm a shoulder you can cry on&lt;br /&gt;Your best friend, I'm the one you must rely on&lt;br /&gt;You were always sure of yourself&lt;br /&gt;Now I see you've broken a feather&lt;br /&gt;I hope we can patch it up together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, you and I know&lt;br /&gt;How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving&lt;br /&gt;You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end&lt;br /&gt;You will have no time for grieving&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, you and I cry&lt;br /&gt;But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you sing once more like you did before&lt;br /&gt;Sing a new song, Chiquitita&lt;br /&gt;Try once more like you did before&lt;br /&gt;Sing a new song, Chiquitita&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the walls came tumbling down&lt;br /&gt;And your love's a blown out candle&lt;br /&gt;All is gone and it seems too hard to handle&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, tell me the truth&lt;br /&gt;There is no way you can deny it&lt;br /&gt;I see that you're oh so sad, so quiet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, you and I know&lt;br /&gt;How the heartaches come and they go and the scars they're leaving&lt;br /&gt;You'll be dancing once again and the pain will end&lt;br /&gt;You will have no time for grieving&lt;br /&gt;Chiquitita, you and I cry&lt;br /&gt;But the sun is still in the sky and shining above you&lt;br /&gt;Let me hear you sing once more like you did before&lt;br /&gt;Sing a new song, Chiquitita&lt;br /&gt;Try once more like you did before&lt;br /&gt;Sing a new song, Chiquitita&lt;br /&gt;Try once more like you did before&lt;br /&gt;Sing a new song, Chiquitita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you mahima:) you are the best that has ever happened to me:):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-3906854517029463269?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3906854517029463269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=3906854517029463269' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/3906854517029463269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/3906854517029463269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2010/02/abba-echoed-thoughts-of-my-best-friend.html' title='Abba echoed the thoughts of my best friend...'/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-2308466552169447465</id><published>2008-10-20T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T04:48:32.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;knock!!knock!!&lt;br /&gt;'who is it'? i murmured, as i heard a tap on my door&lt;br /&gt;'let me in' replied a he voice&lt;br /&gt;'but why should i?'i questioned not recognising him&lt;br /&gt;he calmly replied-'to complete yourself'&lt;br /&gt;totally bewildered i mumbled-'sorry, i dont get you'&lt;br /&gt;after a meditated pause he spoke---&lt;br /&gt;...'i once saw a lass , walking by the shore,&lt;br /&gt; looking longingly at the deep blue sea,&lt;br /&gt;holding hands with teh air that whistled past her,,&lt;br /&gt;singing slowly and passionately forher man in tmrw's dreams..&lt;br /&gt;that very instant i found a part of me that had been missin&lt;br /&gt;..for ten odd years,,,and here i come to claim it'&lt;br /&gt;as he continued his heart's ballad , i felt a queer feelin of someone taking hostages..&lt;br /&gt;a feeling i had linged for but nvr felt before..&lt;br /&gt;my cheks flushed..&lt;br /&gt;tears struggled to convey the unspoken dreams..that second i created an intimate bond with the stranger...&lt;br /&gt;closed my eyes...followed my thought...&lt;br /&gt;opened my heart's door..and whispered&lt;br /&gt;come in!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title=''/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-5239980002575097040</id><published>2008-03-09T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T08:21:55.575-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i753kdtyy00/R9PYbeRBS6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_JeogA-aTno/s1600-h/12819647%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i753kdtyy00/R9PYbeRBS6I/AAAAAAAAAA0/_JeogA-aTno/s320/12819647%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175718363271351202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;.as i see my two yr old cousin toddling towards me with his ever naughty smile...dimple popping on either sides&lt;sighhh:p&gt;,,,stretching out his hands i sat over-awed reflecting....what makes a kid soooo wonderful??..children are the most enchanting creation...the very sight of a child makes your woes vaporize...u sub-consciously end up smiling ...how wonderful it would be to be a kid once again....what is the thought process in a kid's mind?...does he yearn to swing in the clouds and play foot ball with the moon?...why is it that he hates to take bath yet love to get wet in the rain?....how does he manage to consume so much of your energy and time...yet make you go  gaga about him??...how i wish i could stealthily creep into a kid's mind and see this world from his eyes!!....after these random thoughts..i got on with my work...usual college tests and stuff when i heard one of my friends mentioning that it is lovely to be in love!!&lt;...sshhh;)&gt; i was just listening to it with a puzzled cum amused smile....that made me get back to my thoughts...for anybody who is yearning to be a kid again...it is as if god grants him his earnest request and sends the alter ego called the love....as this stranger sways into your life...that minute you are re-born as new leaf...its like you get back your childhood days...you give your mom sudden hugs&lt;a thing u wudn have done for a really longg time:):)&gt;...u get up and dance to every song you hear...u keep giggling for everything without rhyme or reason...you start loving chocolates...rain..trees....hill-tops ...moon....all those whom you considered as your best pals when you were a toddler...you cry when you are happy and sad..evryone around you seems to be wonderful...you are ever ready with a smile...you essentially spend your time just day-dreaming....you just re-live your childhood!!!!...phew!!....there is so much of simplicity in this complex feeling...it is just awesome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-5239980002575097040?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5239980002575097040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=5239980002575097040' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-6851866684629434338</id><published>2008-02-17T05:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T08:17:52.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...what is the connection between darkness...comfortable silence....ama's touch....sudden hug....understanding smile...twilight...a "i miss u" msg.....a soul stirring music...!??!! why does any of these bring abrupt tears in my eyes!?!...what is the emotion i undergo during these instances...am i happy?..am i depressed??..am i random..???? what!!??... what is my soul trying to convey with that tiny drop of water??...how i wish i could hear the silent words  of my soul !!...sighhhhhhh!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-6851866684629434338?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-932246788454612214</id><published>2008-01-20T06:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-20T07:08:56.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;.....hmmm....i don't exactly know what i am going to pour out in this post...i am not in a state of mind wherein i am just clueless as to what to express...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;whereas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; i am in such a state where there are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; many pent up feelings...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; many bottled up feelings that are cramming my mind so much so that i &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; know which to quote first...which should follow it and so on....though i am anything but pepped up...i am still amused by the power of mind......realised that however open you are as a person from outside...one's mind is very very secretive ...he refuses to share what he is cooking sometimes even to the soul he belongs to...this really fascinates me...as in...i dint realise i have been &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; down in dumps inside...that one trivial incident makes you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;soo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; touchy that you try to flush all the woes out of your system @ one go ....it looks as if.....either..there is a dearth of tears that you wait for a handful of depressing things to happen and shed few drops of tears for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;all those&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; at a stretch...or...one's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;pre-calculative&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; mind seems to store its only mode of communication&lt;tears&gt; for the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;future&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; woes";):p...whatever be it...no matter how confused a person we are...our inner mind has crystal clear vision...sees and foresees things....angst arises only when the heart finds it hard to take the bitter dosage the mind injects!!.....recently i found another thought puzzling.....when someone used to pose me a question till recently as to "what is it in the entire world that will hurt you the most.???"..me being someone with rigid principles would have said blindly "anyone who breaks my trust!!!"...but on after thoughts...i realised..when does one say..someone broke your trust???..only when you depend on them with your heart and soul and they dint prove worthy of it?!!!....,..and if the person you depend on is absolutely lovely and worth it....you must be rejoiced and stress-free...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;should'nt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; you??!!??....but sadly that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;does'nt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; happen most of the times...or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;atleast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; with &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;ppl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; who see from my eyes...i find dependency itself being a stressful thing...when they &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; reciprocate...you feel let down...and when they do...you  feel obligated or vulnerable so much so that you forget being practical and refuse to think of a life which  mite exist when you part ways....that blind love becomes!!!...sighhhhh....trust and dependency are a  beautiful paradox by themselves!!!........sigggghhhhhhhh!!!...but you know what steals the show??!!???....the mind that thinks so much..analyzes so much....sees with so much of foresight and one that is so very overwhelmingly powerful....loses miserably and pathetically in front of the heart.....which will keep on and on loving and expecting only love in return!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-932246788454612214?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/932246788454612214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=932246788454612214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/932246788454612214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/932246788454612214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_20.html' title=''/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-4052575722395828733</id><published>2008-01-11T21:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T22:03:12.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i753kdtyy00/R4hXURgYvPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iuhcrSSx8Ew/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;one of my works when the thoughts about my previous posts were running in my mind....."growing out"........god i wish such a thing never existed!!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" &gt;CRUSH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; heart.&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;alongside the lake, I stood, deeply lost..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For it was the day I had awaited the most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;eyes constantly restless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for my guy nevertheless..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was he going to say?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wait seemed never ending..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sweet pain all the more burdening..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i753kdtyy00/R4hXURgYvPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iuhcrSSx8Ew/s1600-h/40.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 315px; height: 201px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_i753kdtyy00/R4hXURgYvPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iuhcrSSx8Ew/s400/40.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5154465779333774578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tingling feeling through my vein..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I see him finally walking through the main..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh! Just for the twinkle of his eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;I would give this world any price..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixture of emotions gushing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could not stop myself from blushing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked into his eyes with expectation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;To see whether there is any reciprocation..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, I did find,…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Seeing which tears welled making me almost blind..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the love was not meant to be mine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chill feeling down my spine…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;His words became glass splinters ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;And tore my soul apart into tatters..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though inside I was dead…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the happiness in his eyes, I tried to heal my heart that bled..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I found any excuse to live, lame..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dint know whom to blame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;i decided to move on catching hold of my courage..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I realized that my love was just a MIRAGE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;!..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...................&lt;/span&gt;and hence it is called a "crush"!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-4052575722395828733?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4052575722395828733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=4052575722395828733' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/4052575722395828733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/4052575722395828733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/one-of-my-works-when-thoughts-about-my.html' title=''/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_i753kdtyy00/R4hXURgYvPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/iuhcrSSx8Ew/s72-c/40.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-3184855827432519595</id><published>2008-01-11T21:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T21:33:18.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;...as one day i was talkin to a friend of mine....my thoughts just drifted......i realised how difficult it is to forget things...get over things...see the dreams which we have adorned our lives with crubble to nothin in the front of our very eyes...by telling to someone else..you might just feel a bit comfortable..but it is u who has to give yourself a push and move on...people around you who care for you shower you with all the ideas they think can help you to come out...and as a dutiful person i tried it out...some say...hey..just dont think about it...as if it as easy as sipping a cup of tea...but there it goes..i tried that...but realised by pushing your thoughts..they accumulate and one day it becomes a saturation point..and there you crash down completely...another said....it is all meant for the good...don bother ...just receive it smile....i mean...give me a break!!...it is something you have dreamt of...it is something you have related yourself with..and when it ceases to exist...it actually takes you qite some time to actually sometime to come to terms with it...and now people who have been with you and felt it as beautiful as evr..now say..it was never meant to be that way...doesn it sound ridiculous!!&gt;...i just cant understand how can people change their mindsets..just like that...when they say they do it themselves...i guess there are 3 possibilities...1) they are  being unbelievable...2) or they are just in vain trying to console....3)..they are simply lying through their teeth!!!....i then realised...as grateful i am to those who were desperate in sharing my woes...there is little &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;what they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; can do about that...as ma best &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Friend&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; says...."its a process...allow &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;urslf&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt; to go through it:p"....i guess that is the best thing...i guess relationships are the only things that can rip your soul apart yet make you feel absolutely beautiful!!!....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;sighhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; font-weight: bold;"&gt;!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-3184855827432519595?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/3184855827432519595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=3184855827432519595' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/3184855827432519595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/3184855827432519595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_11.html' title=''/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-5620757760185298024</id><published>2008-01-08T07:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T08:07:24.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>.....something unique!!!</title><content type='html'>..&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;.it is not often you meet people with whom u can vibe leave alone feel completely "yourself" with....most of us tag certain people as our best pals...but have you ever wondered whether the so called pals of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" &gt;urs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt; really relate to you??...here by relate i mean..literally...not what you will call "understanding"...understanding according to me..is just a finer way of saying "putting up with!!"...a person who understands you might probably be one who loves  you dearly and is craving to step into your shoes and see things from your perspective....but it is not all that easy...after all..everyone has his or her own defined thinking and unless they feel it deep down...you really cant make them see it...but whereas...when a person says he sees eye to eye with...or in other word relates to u...that feeling is somehow unparalleled....its not often we run into people...and when u really do one day...u feel at the top of the world...you feel like...calling all those people who mock at your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" &gt;views&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;...blink when u think you are telling them something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" &gt;ingenious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;...and showing..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" &gt;haa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;...see here is a person who is my alter ego!!!"...such feelings cant really be expressed..one has to go through it...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" &gt;sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-5620757760185298024?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/5620757760185298024/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=5620757760185298024' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/5620757760185298024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/5620757760185298024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/something-unique.html' title='.....something unique!!!'/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-530783859572332199</id><published>2008-01-04T06:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T08:24:54.838-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;the oneness...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;as i hear the trees rustling,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i am reminded of how mischievously you whisper in my ears..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;as i look at the endless sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i am reminded of the unconditional love that pours out of ur eyes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;as the grass blades tickle my toes..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i am reminded of my shyness when i first saw u..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;as i see the rain pouring outside..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i feel they are just tiny drops in front of the tears u have shed for me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;as i feel the texture of the red rose..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i feel the warmth of ur gentle palms..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;what is this kind of comparison..??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;is it coz nature is so beautiful that one is  bound to bring about comparison??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;or is it because i am in love??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;font-size:85%;"  &gt;i guess,it is because ur nature taught me how to love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:85%;" &gt;..&lt;br /&gt;n luv in turn taught me to feel the oneness with nature......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;....&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;one of ma own works...during a reallllllllllly boring emf class!!!!...yawn!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&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/7765955128650046983-530783859572332199?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/530783859572332199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=530783859572332199' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/530783859572332199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/530783859572332199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/oneness.html' title=''/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-2734839370003178085</id><published>2008-01-03T07:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T07:20:35.402-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i753kdtyy00/R3z8KhgYvNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1z3gqBXO5kI/s1600-h/48106-i-just-smiled%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 417px; height: 304px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_i753kdtyy00/R3z8KhgYvNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1z3gqBXO5kI/s400/48106-i-just-smiled%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5151269331528105170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....and this is precisely what i do when someone asks how lovely my best friend is!!!!....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7765955128650046983-2734839370003178085?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/2734839370003178085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=2734839370003178085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/2734839370003178085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/2734839370003178085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/2008/01/this-one-smile-speaks-thousands-of.html' title=''/><author><name>enigma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04854883964860711942</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-y3wsZFAgCrc/ThKH2i_XruI/AAAAAAAAAEA/V1OY8ZVeFlU/s220/Love_on_the_moon_by_pincel3d.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_i753kdtyy00/R3z8KhgYvNI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1z3gqBXO5kI/s72-c/48106-i-just-smiled%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7765955128650046983.post-4354782268819142644</id><published>2008-01-02T05:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-02T06:14:55.448-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i753kdtyy00/R3ucIRgYvLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e7Y2ATvh18o/s1600-h/11759214%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 98px; height: 92px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_i753kdtyy00/R3ucIRgYvLI/AAAAAAAAAAM/e7Y2ATvh18o/s320/11759214%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5150882264780422322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:lucida grande;" &gt;...as i was taking a stroll in my terrace...i happened to glance at the the vast sky yawing above me...tiny twinkly stars sprinkling here and there.with the ever beautiful moon adorning it...tears welled in my eyes...in spite of the beauty of nature..i was pushed to a point where insecurity took hostages...thoughts and memories started playing hide and seek in my mind..making me feel more and more vulnerable...words choking at my throat..felt like breaking the ever rigid shell of mine and voice my mind..in vain...all these were a new experience all together..i guess i am still a tyro..i just dint know how to handle myself...go tired of people telling me that i am difficult..it is almost impossible to handle me or understand..my longingness increased by ten folds...due to certain changes that took place some time back i felt as if i was pushed in a maze...where i had no clue as to where i was..where i am heading...thoughts like have i done a mistake by trusting everyone i knew...as the quote says.."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;think a million times before giving your heart to someone..coz not only do the have the right to love you..but also the power to break your heart..".&lt;/span&gt;..i felt a vacuum deep down inside me...dint know why or because of who...i felt miserable for one minute when i thought about people i trust and contemplating whether they are worth it..and the next minute guilty for feeling soo..as i felt the angst...as i cried to myself... i got a call...with shaky voice i attend my friends call...she says..&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"hey..are you ok?..i just felt u were'nt..&lt;/span&gt;."...there...all my insecurities ..sorrows...pain...vanish into the thin air..tears struggle their way down ma face...this time not because i feel left out or lonely...but partly because i am overwhelmed by the love in her voice and partly because i have been such a fool to have felt lonely when i have her around...true sometimes we feel as if people have taken advantage of us..but that never should make us see others with doubtful eyes...world is full of lovely people(,,,tho noone can be as lovely as my best frnd!!:P)...soo lets not waste our precious time lamenting and worrying....just love everyone with your heart and soul...happiness will crave to be with you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&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/7765955128650046983-4354782268819142644?l=enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://enigma-visionofmyheart.blogspot.com/feeds/4354782268819142644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7765955128650046983&amp;postID=4354782268819142644' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7765955128650046983/posts/default/4354782268819142644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>err...huh!!??!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:courier new;font-size:100%;"  &gt;hey...why dont u start bloggin????...i have been asked this question so many times that...i thought...why not i strt blogging..n there i go..after three miserable atempts of trying to create a profile and forgetting the id..i finally managed to "begin" ma blog....feelin very proud...i was like...here i go.........."_________"....thats it...i am blank..i realised..creating a profile alone is not what that matters..i ll hav to say something..start something..share something...n was like "wat on earth???"...i just went blank...i got confused as to how to begin..leave alone what to begin or how to begin...then i thought..why not i post ma "blankness" itself as ma first post...soo here i go...guess it ll take some time for me to come out of the shell n share ma veiws....phew!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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