<?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-12434976</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:08:32.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the Knittingal in me ;-)</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingalspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12434976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingalspoetry.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Fizo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262696088471510575</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12434976.post-113208425999085095</id><published>2005-11-15T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-15T11:53:09.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>There was a time dear, when I would have...</title><content type='html'>There was a time dear, when I would have shown you my true self,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Showed you exactly what colors my dreams were made of,&lt;br /&gt;around midnight as I jolted you out of your sleep..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Told you exactly how I felt over that orange colored shirt of yours,&lt;br /&gt;after you had worn it thrice in the week..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Explained to you the intricacies of my feelings,&lt;br /&gt;That it was not all jealousy for the beautiful woman at the party..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patiently sorted all the disturbances raging in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;as I made chilled pineapple-mango smoothie just the way you liked..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitched to you big time about the red-air-head at work,&lt;br /&gt;while you would laugh your head off at my childishness..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Complained to you about how I was burning up with the fever,&lt;br /&gt;Paying scant attention to the normal reading of the thermometer..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Narrated to you the latest plot of my novel-to-be,&lt;br /&gt;As you tried to keep a straight face and not burst out laughing..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taken a walk around the block with you, saying nothing at all,&lt;br /&gt;while you cursed me for dragging you out in the rain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phoned you on the slightest pretext just to hear your voice,&lt;br /&gt;and feel all good when you would answer even when in the midst of a meeting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hugged you tight as tears rolled down my cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;while you hugged me back tighter a smile dancing on your lips...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sulked over the most trivial of issues,&lt;br /&gt;as you tried to apologize for no fault of your own...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flaunted you in front of all my friends,&lt;br /&gt;While you secretely enjoyed all the attention you were getting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compared all and sundry to you saying they were better,&lt;br /&gt;while knowing in my heart that there was none to beat you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Accused you of not taking me out on a decent vacation,&lt;br /&gt;Fully aware of the surprise plans you were going to spring on me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Called you right now to tell you how much I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Though its been a long time since we've been together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a time dear, when I would have shown you my true self,&lt;br /&gt;But this simply dear, is not that time - I wonder if it ever shall be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12434976-113208425999085095?l=knittingalspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingalspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/113208425999085095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12434976&amp;postID=113208425999085095' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12434976/posts/default/113208425999085095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12434976/posts/default/113208425999085095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingalspoetry.blogspot.com/2005/11/there-was-time-dear-when-i-would-have.html' title='There was a time dear, when I would have...'/><author><name>Fizo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262696088471510575</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12434976.post-112913326734873519</id><published>2005-10-12T09:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T10:13:58.320-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A moment</title><content type='html'>A moment in my life,&lt;br /&gt;A moment so miniscule,&lt;br /&gt;that it could be easily overlooked,&lt;br /&gt;with a shrug of the shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;like it never existed,&lt;br /&gt;never happened,&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The moment does not stare at me,&lt;br /&gt;does not hold me in a vise-like grip,&lt;br /&gt;it sometimes manages to waft in, &lt;br /&gt;slow and seductive,&lt;br /&gt;I manage to shake it away easily,&lt;br /&gt;with almost no-effort,&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For days the thoughts don't drift,&lt;br /&gt;the concious does not let go,&lt;br /&gt;not even for a second,&lt;br /&gt;life gains attention,&lt;br /&gt;moments of the present overtaking,&lt;br /&gt;what happened so long ago,&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No longer is there a longing,&lt;br /&gt;breathing comes naturally,&lt;br /&gt;in and out, in and out,&lt;br /&gt;there is no pressure to to be happy,&lt;br /&gt;the moment is all but forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;as I peep into the eyes of someone familiar,&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely it has been more than a few lifetimes,&lt;br /&gt;since the moment came to haunt me,&lt;br /&gt;seems like so long ago,&lt;br /&gt;I must have gotten over it,&lt;br /&gt;I decide triumphantly,&lt;br /&gt;ready to party,&lt;br /&gt;but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But right this moment, it is different,&lt;br /&gt;there is just that moment and no others, &lt;br /&gt;not the ones before, not the ones after,&lt;br /&gt;why is it that how many ever times I have tried to burn it,&lt;br /&gt;it is always there - a but!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                  ---*---*----*---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*inspired from the lines :&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;"ek chota sa lamha hain jo khatm nahi hotha, main laakh jalaata hoon wo bhasm nahi hotha"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the Song "Chod aaye hum woh galiyan" from the movie Maachis!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes that it is - the inspiration...not interesting? ;-) ...Well that song and...I wish I could tell but... !! :-p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I wish I could do one word of the poem in urdu..lekin instead of but! ah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12434976-112913326734873519?l=knittingalspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingalspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/112913326734873519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12434976&amp;postID=112913326734873519' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12434976/posts/default/112913326734873519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12434976/posts/default/112913326734873519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingalspoetry.blogspot.com/2005/10/moment.html' title='A moment'/><author><name>Fizo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262696088471510575</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>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12434976.post-111446867871587122</id><published>2005-04-25T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T15:39:05.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Something's missing in my life....</title><content type='html'>Something was missing in my life,&lt;br /&gt;I set out to find what!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Joy,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I,&lt;br /&gt;You did hold me when you held your newborn, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Friendship,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I,&lt;br /&gt;You see me everyday when your brother is around, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Relief,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I,&lt;br /&gt;I was with you when the test results were out, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Grief,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I,&lt;br /&gt;You feel me everyday when you think of your late mom, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I,&lt;br /&gt;You use me so much towards yourself, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Regret,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;I live within you for all the things you didn't try, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Fun,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;You are with me when you play with your grandchildren, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Success,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;You worked all your life for me, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Health,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;You have always taken care of me, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Jealousy,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;You have felt me innumerable times , said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;I am at the back of your mind always, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Youth,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;You still retain me in your heart, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Anger,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;I am always there simmering underneath, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Experience,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;I am with you in every step you take, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Love,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I,&lt;br /&gt;You can find me everyday in the eyes of your wife, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Hate,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;I am always there inspite of you, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Need,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;I can never leave you, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Tears,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one burning your eyes right now, said she.&lt;br /&gt;So I set off again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found God,&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who gave you all these things, said God nodding.&lt;br /&gt;I had found what I was looking for. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[was very tempted to put this:&lt;br /&gt;On the way I found Death&lt;br /&gt;Have you been missing in my life? Asked I.&lt;br /&gt;Come here you , said she.&lt;br /&gt;I could not set off again!&lt;br /&gt;but since it was a spiritual exercise stuck to God!]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12434976-111446867871587122?l=knittingalspoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knittingalspoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/111446867871587122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12434976&amp;postID=111446867871587122' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12434976/posts/default/111446867871587122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12434976/posts/default/111446867871587122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knittingalspoetry.blogspot.com/2005/04/somethings-missing-in-my-life.html' title='Something&apos;s missing in my life....'/><author><name>Fizo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11262696088471510575</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>6</thr:total></entry></feed>
