<?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-2675704183480028432</id><updated>2011-12-21T08:37:14.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gratitude</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675704183480028432/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>dreams.unlimited</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989986716815855573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675704183480028432.post-8990746680798067010</id><published>2011-11-27T04:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T04:34:59.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I.Me.We</title><content type='html'>Too much of emotions bubbling inside. Don't know whom to acknowledge and whom to neglect. All are epicenter-ed to only entity and that is us. All I can think about is "the us". Patience patience and patience is all "we" need but day and night these thoughts don't seem to leave. I am hanging between these thorny ropes piercing through my mind, hurting me and making me cry. The silence is what is killing me. The lack of answers seem suicidal. Whom should I seek them from ? Who will help us find my way ? Frustration keep piling up and solutions seem clouded. I wonder is it me or its the thoughts. Though we are one, yet so different. I get surprised as to how I can separate myself from my thoughts and at other times, stay glued to them. We co-exist and uni-exist. Might seem weird but it does. And that's where the dissapointments, the blues, the tears and the screams come from. Can do with it, nor without. Its like two legs on different lands. I just wanna cut the crap and be with you. I want it to make it "us".. But when ? how long ? Why this wait ? Please don test my patience. I wish I could cry it out loud but the cry from inside.. so mute yet so loud is tearing my soul. I don't want it to happen. I don't know where is it heading. I am lost. Lost in the valleys on unanswered questions. Valley of laundering hopes.Yet you say , "Baby don't loose hope" .. this silver lining I have to cling.. The only way out of this ditch. Cling with me hard my dear .. its our only savior.. we have to save "us".. we have to be there.. we have to on-board.. we have to afloat.. "we" have to..Please dont keep me waiting.. I don't want to get lost in the ticks of motion.. Please understand.. Please act.. now or it seems never.. Please Please..Help "us" .. Save "us".. Let our souls be ONE.. Today and always...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2675704183480028432-8990746680798067010?l=expressions360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/feeds/8990746680798067010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/2011/11/imewe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675704183480028432/posts/default/8990746680798067010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675704183480028432/posts/default/8990746680798067010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/2011/11/imewe.html' title='I.Me.We'/><author><name>dreams.unlimited</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989986716815855573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675704183480028432.post-893873560352913601</id><published>2011-11-24T19:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T19:16:14.594-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream</title><content type='html'>Still eyes linger in sleep..&lt;br /&gt;Still mind wants to peep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more of you that I can see..&lt;br /&gt;A little more of you that I can be with..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know its in my dream land..&lt;br /&gt;but as long as you are there... I can continue to stand..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dream to get to see a peep of you..&lt;br /&gt;You is all i dream of..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each night I hope I see you again..&lt;br /&gt;Its only in dreams that our closeness refrain..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2675704183480028432-893873560352913601?l=expressions360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/feeds/893873560352913601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/2011/11/dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675704183480028432/posts/default/893873560352913601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675704183480028432/posts/default/893873560352913601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/2011/11/dream.html' title='Dream'/><author><name>dreams.unlimited</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989986716815855573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675704183480028432.post-8113884496682702103</id><published>2011-11-24T11:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T11:13:40.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live Today</title><content type='html'>They say one has to bear the fruits of his deeds once he/she dies... I say .. we bear it as we live life...They say after you die know are sent to hell or heaven as per your deeds...I say the journey of karma begins...the stairs lead to God and the steps away from him are of the ill-doings done during the lifetime.. I wonder why are we bothered to do things to improve our after-life.. If your born on this period of life.. live it ! live it such that you make the most of it in the single go 'coz you dont know whether you will ever get it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever is there is only today... I see no tomorrow.. I believe in today.. Tomorrow is purely hypothetical..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2675704183480028432-8113884496682702103?l=expressions360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/feeds/8113884496682702103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/2011/11/live-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675704183480028432/posts/default/8113884496682702103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675704183480028432/posts/default/8113884496682702103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/2011/11/live-today.html' title='Live Today'/><author><name>dreams.unlimited</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989986716815855573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675704183480028432.post-856707857945894772</id><published>2010-02-03T08:36:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:37:18.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The woman is here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 14px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Essence of being a woman gives me the power to emote out my every emotion that I am born with. Its being a woman who feels every warmth of it, the every pulse of it and every tear that rolls down in happiness. I feel overwhelmed with this power that God has given me, I can only give and give selflessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a women I have learnt why God made us , so that he could have every Man see Him through us. The power of the women in me binds we the unsaid responsibility of doing the right, saying the right and make right my religion. The destiny of the human race lies in each of our wombs. I feel the gush of goosebumps through my body when i write this, but I feel proud to be a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats much louder now as I see myself take this world by the storm, My tears find their way to my lips which smile as the shine of womanhood. We are on a rise and rising to the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am learning to live it, live it the women way.&lt;br /&gt;:) Proud of it , Completely. &lt;/span&gt;&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/2675704183480028432-856707857945894772?l=expressions360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/feeds/856707857945894772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/2010/02/woman-is-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675704183480028432/posts/default/856707857945894772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675704183480028432/posts/default/856707857945894772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/2010/02/woman-is-here.html' title='The woman is here'/><author><name>dreams.unlimited</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989986716815855573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2675704183480028432.post-6134722425038727809</id><published>2010-02-03T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T08:36:33.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>High !</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); "&gt;As I go up higher and higher,&lt;br /&gt;the air with me soars like the free kite,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit there at the peak&lt;br /&gt;See those tiny little speaks from where i came..&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though how tiny they look,&lt;br /&gt;They pixelate the entire beauty..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel high sitting high above all,&lt;br /&gt;But I see my legs hanging upon no land..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel scared&lt;br /&gt;I fear&lt;br /&gt;I have a tiny tear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then with the tweet of the bird&lt;br /&gt;i see a rope coming down from the mighty clouds,&lt;br /&gt;with a note attached, " Dont Worry, You have a long way higher to go, This time remember to keep one shoe on the ground"...&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/2675704183480028432-6134722425038727809?l=expressions360.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/feeds/6134722425038727809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/2010/02/high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675704183480028432/posts/default/6134722425038727809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2675704183480028432/posts/default/6134722425038727809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://expressions360.blogspot.com/2010/02/high.html' title='High !'/><author><name>dreams.unlimited</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05989986716815855573</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
