<?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-7454976496142478694</id><updated>2011-10-23T07:34:48.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7454976496142478694.post-8840768596076778417</id><published>2011-10-23T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T07:34:48.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So called</title><content type='html'>Wandered through oceans far and wide,&lt;br /&gt;leaped through every fire and void.&lt;br /&gt;Swam across endless abyss,&lt;br /&gt;Even tasted a viper's kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in the name of love (so called),&lt;br /&gt;all for a beauty that enthralled.&lt;br /&gt;All for a meaningless sway,&lt;br /&gt;that left me alone one fine day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until, that is, I found you,&lt;br /&gt;I came to know that love be true.&lt;br /&gt;Came to know that oceans deep, &lt;br /&gt;were in front of your love a meaningless heap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Your) Love, pure as a rivulet after rain,&lt;br /&gt;clear and sweet, eraser of pain.&lt;br /&gt;(Your) Affection immense and strong,&lt;br /&gt;loving (you) back I could do no wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doubts I have, fears I endure&lt;br /&gt;but I am sure of your affection, so pure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-8840768596076778417?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8840768596076778417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2011/10/zuli.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/8840768596076778417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/8840768596076778417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2011/10/zuli.html' title='So called'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-221372793940894394</id><published>2010-03-05T18:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T18:19:21.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>time to move on</title><content type='html'>the sun has set and night dawns&lt;br /&gt;the arrow has been fired and is gone&lt;br /&gt;get your act together brother&lt;br /&gt;for now its time to move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all that was to be already is&lt;br /&gt;of all that could have been&lt;br /&gt;it had to be this and only this&lt;br /&gt;no use thinking what could have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another day awaits another day has spawned&lt;br /&gt;another chance to live, to try, to cry&lt;br /&gt;so get your act together brother&lt;br /&gt;for now its time to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7454976496142478694.post-7578162509501566748</id><published>2010-02-08T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T12:42:28.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Drain</title><content type='html'>It happened one night in October&lt;br /&gt;When I was out in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I was fully drunk on love not sober,&lt;br /&gt;Too drunk to feel the pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In love was I so madly dear&lt;br /&gt;That I hardly noticed the drain,&lt;br /&gt;For I walked right into it without steer&lt;br /&gt;While I was out in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it happened again in January&lt;br /&gt;When I was out in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;I had been dumped, was full of misery&lt;br /&gt;I was in too much pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was thinking of her, the imitation of an elf&lt;br /&gt;That I hardly noticed the drain,&lt;br /&gt;Into it I dumped myself&lt;br /&gt;Dumped into it again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then again in the month of March,&lt;br /&gt;When I rediscovered the reason for life main,&lt;br /&gt;I rejoiced the end of my long drawn search,&lt;br /&gt;That I took a walk instead of the train.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now call me stupid call me insane,&lt;br /&gt;For I hardly noticed the drain.&lt;br /&gt;The same one that had bathed me twice,&lt;br /&gt;Bathed me yet again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All through the year until December,&lt;br /&gt;I lost a little but a lot did I gain&lt;br /&gt;I kept myself safe, far as I remember,&lt;br /&gt;And kept away from all stain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end when all rejoiced,&lt;br /&gt;The end of the year; the drain yet again&lt;br /&gt;Called to me and literally voiced,&lt;br /&gt;To complete the ritual simple and plain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-7578162509501566748?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7578162509501566748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-drain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/7578162509501566748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/7578162509501566748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-drain.html' title='My Drain'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-3415384747175939286</id><published>2010-02-05T05:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:40:27.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No More.....</title><content type='html'>I have walked long enough brother&lt;br /&gt;i can carry further no more,&lt;br /&gt;i have had much on my shoulder&lt;br /&gt;and on my heart even more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am tired now and wish to rest,&lt;br /&gt;awake me not from this slumber brother,&lt;br /&gt;for i wish to wake not, never, forever,&lt;br /&gt;i am tired and can carry no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even my breathing is a noise,&lt;br /&gt;the rustle of wind a thunder,&lt;br /&gt;these whispers are too loud for my taste&lt;br /&gt;and this feather is like a boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have walked long enough brother,&lt;br /&gt;put me out of my misery,&lt;br /&gt;i give up, i quit, bring another,&lt;br /&gt;in my stance and give me my finery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cover me with this shroud,&lt;br /&gt;and let me rest mine eyes,&lt;br /&gt;let me hide away from this crowd,&lt;br /&gt;help me, cross over the skies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-3415384747175939286?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3415384747175939286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-more.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/3415384747175939286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/3415384747175939286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/no-more.html' title='No More.....'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-3792707680739607103</id><published>2010-02-05T05:39:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:40:07.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories unforgettable and unforgotten</title><content type='html'>Chased by ghosts past,&lt;br /&gt;O soul when will thou breathe thy last?&lt;br /&gt;When will these phantoms stop chasing,&lt;br /&gt;you in your dreams un-phasing?&lt;br /&gt;When will these specters of old,&lt;br /&gt;stop appearing before your eyes tired and cold?&lt;br /&gt;Will there be no respite? Will there be no relief?&lt;br /&gt;Will there be no relief for thy unshakable belief?&lt;br /&gt;When will these hurtful memories cease to affect?&lt;br /&gt;When will this burden lighten my chest?&lt;br /&gt;O sinful soul! When shall thee breathe,&lt;br /&gt;the clean fresh air and not let the wreathe&lt;br /&gt;of some memory coming back to haunt thee?&lt;br /&gt;When will this be? Pray I, please tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-3792707680739607103?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3792707680739607103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/memories-unforgettable-and-unforgotten.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/3792707680739607103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/3792707680739607103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/memories-unforgettable-and-unforgotten.html' title='Memories unforgettable and unforgotten'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-3846516836703376311</id><published>2010-02-05T05:39:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:39:48.021-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>Life aint a bed 'o roses,but it aint a thorn bush neither&lt;br /&gt;Life sure ain't sweet, but it ain't bitter either&lt;br /&gt;There may be love, there may be lust&lt;br /&gt;But sure as hell you will be dust&lt;br /&gt;So live your life full while you must&lt;br /&gt;For its not about what you lost but that you lost all and still trust.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-3846516836703376311?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3846516836703376311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/3846516836703376311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/3846516836703376311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-5605535112837247184</id><published>2010-02-05T05:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:39:27.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i lied.....</title><content type='html'>I lied to you a lot dear, and I hope you forgive me&lt;br /&gt;I lied about the way I am, I lied a lot simply,&lt;br /&gt;I lied to you that I loved you so,&lt;br /&gt;When I loved you more than you cared,&lt;br /&gt;I lied to you that I had to leave,&lt;br /&gt;To let you live, by yourself and not scared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied to you a million lies,&lt;br /&gt;Still one truth did I tell,&lt;br /&gt;I lied to you as the crow flies,&lt;br /&gt;But in love with you I fell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me not, for I am at sin,&lt;br /&gt;For I lied to you through thick and thin,&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me not, for I did lie,&lt;br /&gt;About me being innocent, about me being shy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lied and lied and then lied some more,&lt;br /&gt;I lied to you, till your heart I tore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now dear, its all come back,&lt;br /&gt;To tear at me heart, cut me some slack.&lt;br /&gt;All the lies, told, white and black,&lt;br /&gt;Are hear to gnaw, at me in a pack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I see my end so near,&lt;br /&gt;Its not fear that grips me but deep sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;For every moment that I spent with you,&lt;br /&gt;I feared for the lonely tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive not me, nor my lies,&lt;br /&gt;As I deserve your hatred.&lt;br /&gt;But forget me not beyond the skies,&lt;br /&gt;Lying about the love putrid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-5605535112837247184?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5605535112837247184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-lied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/5605535112837247184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/5605535112837247184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-lied.html' title='i lied.....'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-7606464044782288676</id><published>2010-02-05T05:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:39:03.251-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear You</title><content type='html'>I chase you all round&lt;br /&gt;As if in a dream&lt;br /&gt;Yet whenever I try to touch you&lt;br /&gt;A hundred miles away you seem&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dear, why o dear,&lt;br /&gt;Is this distance between us?&lt;br /&gt;Why dear, why o dear&lt;br /&gt;Can’t we be closer than thus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why dear, when we meet&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to fear the parting?&lt;br /&gt;Why dear, when I see you laugh&lt;br /&gt;Do I have to fear a tear in its place startling?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear, my dear&lt;br /&gt;Please stay with me,&lt;br /&gt;Dear dear, my dear&lt;br /&gt;Please don’t leave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can survive the agony of being away&lt;br /&gt;I can live through the distance but hey&lt;br /&gt;Don’t u dare leave me and go. Don’t you go away&lt;br /&gt;Forever and ever, never turning back, I say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-7606464044782288676?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7606464044782288676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/7606464044782288676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/7606464044782288676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-you.html' title='Dear You'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-4321381883154153837</id><published>2010-02-05T05:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:38:41.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Parents</title><content type='html'>Dear parents I am lucky to have thee&lt;br /&gt;Dear parents I am lucky to be me&lt;br /&gt;Dear parents I am lucky to say WE&lt;br /&gt;Dear parents I am lucky to be free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father! O Father! How is it that you?&lt;br /&gt;Have a son like me, so bad and so untrue.&lt;br /&gt;Mother! O Mother! I am not a proper heir&lt;br /&gt;To represent you both, so honored and fair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It must pain you, father, to see how I turned out&lt;br /&gt;It must pain you, mother, to know how I fail&lt;br /&gt;It must pain you both, to see my clout&lt;br /&gt;It must pain you a lot, to see me frail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my life I fear,&lt;br /&gt;To open my eyes and not find you near,&lt;br /&gt;All my life I was scared,&lt;br /&gt;That I would not have one who cared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fear, dear parents, that I may lose you,&lt;br /&gt;I fear dear parents, that I have disappointed you,&lt;br /&gt;But above all I fear, to see in you&lt;br /&gt;Tears of sorrow, to speak your emotions true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before its too late let me swear an oath,&lt;br /&gt;To be a son, to make proud you both,&lt;br /&gt;Before its too late let me hug you once more,&lt;br /&gt;So I may not lament it, when you are no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weight of time is heavy upon mine shoulder&lt;br /&gt;The cold of night grows even colder,&lt;br /&gt;For I sense an end edging ever nearer,&lt;br /&gt;Try as I might, I see it closer and clearer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear mother, I want to apologize,&lt;br /&gt;That I never could clean the room,&lt;br /&gt;Nor could I ever water the plants.&lt;br /&gt;Dear mother I am sorry, to disregard when you criticize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear father, how can I say?&lt;br /&gt;That I am sorry for not being up with the first ray?&lt;br /&gt;Dear dad, I tear my hair,&lt;br /&gt;For not appreciating how much you care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All your comforts and all your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;All your pleasures and even your seams,&lt;br /&gt;You sacrificed for me, and I,&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t even for you kill a fly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh this sorrow, oh this agony,&lt;br /&gt;Oh these gloom, oh this monotony.&lt;br /&gt;Too late, 'tis too late,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing remains now, tis too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-4321381883154153837?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/4321381883154153837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/4321381883154153837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/4321381883154153837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/dear-parents.html' title='Dear Parents'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-5365364075255217649</id><published>2010-02-05T05:37:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:38:18.009-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored</title><content type='html'>Bored to death, even death is bored,&lt;br /&gt;Tried to sleep but loudly snored,&lt;br /&gt;Awoken by the neighbor on phone,&lt;br /&gt;Glared at him to leave me alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silence at last, just the a/c humming,&lt;br /&gt;Wait for the sleep, but sleep is not coming,&lt;br /&gt;Look at the watch it doesn’t seem to work,&lt;br /&gt;For seemingly an hour now, the minute's hand doesn’t jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Open the communicator to see who is online,&lt;br /&gt;Just the team lead, who was here at nine,&lt;br /&gt;Click close the window and push myself into the screen,&lt;br /&gt;Trying to make sense, of these programs long and mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another error, severe this time,&lt;br /&gt;Makes me worried, as if a heinous crime,&lt;br /&gt;Look for the geek to come and resolve,&lt;br /&gt;But in the hour of need he did dissolve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the communicator, searching for friends,&lt;br /&gt;With similar predicament at their ends,&lt;br /&gt;Found one, then one too many,&lt;br /&gt;All seem to have this boredom, very funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All have tried, as I find out,&lt;br /&gt;To sleep, to relax but ended up wound out,&lt;br /&gt;Bye byes shared, ended the talk,&lt;br /&gt;Looked grudgingly back at the clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hurray! Time for lunch!&lt;br /&gt;Jump out of the seat and off to the café to munch,&lt;br /&gt;On salty cake and bland curry,&lt;br /&gt;On moist rice, made in a hurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to desk, back to the hell,&lt;br /&gt;Must grind again, without talk or tell,&lt;br /&gt;Check the pay slip for the umpteenth time,&lt;br /&gt;It’s still the same, hasn’t even gone up a dime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled out of my reverie by the Lead,&lt;br /&gt;Demanding the work status, (as per their creed),&lt;br /&gt;DB2 down, Loadlib invalid,&lt;br /&gt;I try to lie, keeping my face placid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That has done the trick, and he is back,&lt;br /&gt;To his seat, sitting with a slack,&lt;br /&gt;He has no work, still makes 6.5 lac,&lt;br /&gt;How he must spend, hard to keep track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boiling in envy, roiling in boredom,&lt;br /&gt;I look back to the screen,&lt;br /&gt;Not to work but to know the time, I mean,&lt;br /&gt;Blank it has become, stupid screen saver unclean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is now 4,&lt;br /&gt;Excitement to the core,&lt;br /&gt;Time for snooker, time for fun,&lt;br /&gt;Turn to run but stare at a gun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lead is back, saying “DB2 is up!”&lt;br /&gt;“Until you get the result, don’t get up!”&lt;br /&gt;***** I mutter, and sit back down,&lt;br /&gt;Bang my head on the desk and frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Try to work, but the clock stares at me,&lt;br /&gt;It is now 6, time to leave, finally!&lt;br /&gt;Guilty I look at the code,&lt;br /&gt;“Will look at it tomorrow”, so thinking I leave for the abode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I come late,&lt;br /&gt;By 30 minutes, a record unbroken till date,&lt;br /&gt;Grudgingly I take my seat and open the code stored,&lt;br /&gt;Only to realize that I am bored to death, even death is bored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-5365364075255217649?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/5365364075255217649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/bored.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/5365364075255217649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/5365364075255217649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/bored.html' title='Bored'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-7881451773494115348</id><published>2010-02-05T05:37:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:37:53.484-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cigarette Cigarette Burning Bright</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cigarette cigarette burning bright&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ashes dark and tip alight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Standing tall tilting slight&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Burning away into the night.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;An obsession a favorite a kill joy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;A poison a weapon a toy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Good for the man but bad for the boy&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Silent and smoky flashy and coy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Unheeding the danger sign&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;People taste the divinity thine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They say less is fine&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Less and more is but a thin line.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cough cough choke choke&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lungs afire heart broke&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Still a charm under the cloak&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Precious life up in smoke.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Clouding the sense&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Releasing the tense&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In public an offense&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So in private as a defense.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Corroding lives of the yearners&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Claiming away the earners &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lighted by matches lighters and burners&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Slow death for all a burden upon mourners.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Cigarette cigarette burning bright&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Why don’t people see the light&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And put away the aflame fright&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;To live longer and live light.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-7881451773494115348?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7881451773494115348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/cigarette-cigarette-burning-bright.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/7881451773494115348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/7881451773494115348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/cigarette-cigarette-burning-bright.html' title='Cigarette Cigarette Burning Bright'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-8510948542829915472</id><published>2010-02-05T05:36:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:37:18.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exams, a reminiscene</title><content type='html'>Lying on the bed,&lt;br /&gt;banging my head.&lt;br /&gt;squating on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;lockin up the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is how i try to study,&lt;br /&gt;but it annoys me and makes my head bloody.&lt;br /&gt;i try to read the book,&lt;br /&gt;but its boring and canot get me hooked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn these exams,&lt;br /&gt;i should have heard the sirs and maams,&lt;br /&gt;in their long sermon and presentation,&lt;br /&gt;instead of bunking to see supermans annhilation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i call up a friend,&lt;br /&gt;or sms as per the trend.&lt;br /&gt;but they all seem to be doin it&lt;br /&gt;damn it they all seem to be doin it!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recite, i buttify&lt;br /&gt;i write, but a dull butterfly.&lt;br /&gt;catches my attention,&lt;br /&gt;following it leads to more detention&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.then mom calls for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;i put the books in a bunch,&lt;br /&gt;and go off to munch,&lt;br /&gt;with a ssllurp and a crunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this food is nutritious&lt;br /&gt;supposed to make me wild and ferocius,&lt;br /&gt;supposed to help read it all with a snap,&lt;br /&gt;but i feel drowsy and end up takin a nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then get jostled out of the slumber,&lt;br /&gt;by my phone ringin to the latest dance number,&lt;br /&gt;its a far away friend,&lt;br /&gt;calling up to ask questions no end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seems hes finished his task,&lt;br /&gt;now hes called to ask,&lt;br /&gt;if i am free for a while,&lt;br /&gt;for a movie ?(i begin to smile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off we zip zap and zoom,&lt;br /&gt;books locked up in my room,&lt;br /&gt;exams rolled out of the head,&lt;br /&gt;until later that night when i return to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i decide its not too late,&lt;br /&gt;exam is still a far away date,&lt;br /&gt;will worry over it tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;but its the same, to my sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up again to bang my head,&lt;br /&gt;and sit near the window instead,&lt;br /&gt;the girl opposite my house is there&lt;br /&gt;she looks at me and i stare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;locked into her beauty&lt;br /&gt;i stare as if my duty.&lt;br /&gt;and the again as u kno,&lt;br /&gt;exams seem lighter than snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;off they fly out of my head,&lt;br /&gt;only to return as i return to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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reminiscene'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-2502806826451675391</id><published>2010-02-05T05:36:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:36:55.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Death......may i never forget you</title><content type='html'>What is this pain in my chest&lt;br /&gt;Like a burden placed on it&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I breathe properly&lt;br /&gt;Why are you all weeping&lt;br /&gt;Why? Is something wrong&lt;br /&gt;Why is everybody here&lt;br /&gt;Is there some celebration&lt;br /&gt;Mom come here and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling scared&lt;br /&gt;Dad please sit by my side&lt;br /&gt;Like you did everyday&lt;br /&gt;Dear sister why aren't you teasing me now&lt;br /&gt;And why are there tears in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten your exams result&lt;br /&gt;Or have i&lt;br /&gt;Dear cousins why do you gather around me so&lt;br /&gt;Have you gotten the cigarettes&lt;br /&gt;Hide them in your pockets still&lt;br /&gt;Don't take them out in front of them&lt;br /&gt;O dear aunt! Where is your smile&lt;br /&gt;Have you brought my cookies&lt;br /&gt;Have you brought my pies&lt;br /&gt;Why there is granny too!&lt;br /&gt;Look how solemn she looks&lt;br /&gt;And here comes the doctor&lt;br /&gt;With four more&lt;br /&gt;And who is that shrouded figure&lt;br /&gt;Who awaits near the door&lt;br /&gt;He neither weeps nor is he smiling&lt;br /&gt;And hes looking at me now&lt;br /&gt;He scares me out&lt;br /&gt;Mom come and shoo him off&lt;br /&gt;I don't like his eyes&lt;br /&gt;He comes nearer now and the load on my chest&lt;br /&gt;Gets manifold and I cant talk much now&lt;br /&gt;Why am I feeling scared now&lt;br /&gt;Even with you all around&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel lonely now&lt;br /&gt;Inspite of this crowd&lt;br /&gt;Why is my brow sweating now&lt;br /&gt;Is it summer already&lt;br /&gt;Why are you all so quiet now&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you talking to me&lt;br /&gt;Look dad this man is taking me away&lt;br /&gt;Look up dad I am near the window&lt;br /&gt;Why are you all looking at the bed anyway&lt;br /&gt;Look sister I am flying now&lt;br /&gt;Just like in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Look theres a window in the sky now&lt;br /&gt;And I am floating to it&lt;br /&gt;Why we have my bike and car&lt;br /&gt;Why do we still go barefoot&lt;br /&gt;Why is this stranger alongwith me now&lt;br /&gt;Why isn't there any one of you&lt;br /&gt;Why aren't you answering me now&lt;br /&gt;Am I falling on the deaf ears of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-2502806826451675391?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/2502806826451675391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/deathmay-i-never-forget-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/2502806826451675391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/2502806826451675391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/deathmay-i-never-forget-you.html' title='Death......may i never forget you'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-7042732658670452308</id><published>2010-02-05T05:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:36:25.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the library</title><content type='html'>The college starts and all assemble&lt;br /&gt;in their classrooms while i resemble&lt;br /&gt;a cat washed in the rain&lt;br /&gt;all tousle haired with partially open eyes,&lt;br /&gt;"What happened ?" I rack my brain&lt;br /&gt;and then I realise, I overslept again!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I jump out of my bed and zoom&lt;br /&gt;into the bath and out again soon.&lt;br /&gt;I check out with a friend(who like me is late)&lt;br /&gt;I finish my breakfast and reach the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comes my friend on his bike&lt;br /&gt;all dressed up and neat, me alike.&lt;br /&gt;We zig zag through the rush,&lt;br /&gt;I realise on the way, I forgot to brush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all haste, I reach my destination,&lt;br /&gt;but this haste was a waste, is my apprehension.&lt;br /&gt;The college had started full throttle&lt;br /&gt;while i slept at home, drinking from a bottle,&lt;br /&gt;to make up for the time long lost&lt;br /&gt;I go to the library to look up engines made of frost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i sign upon the register my number,&lt;br /&gt;I sight another which kicks me out of my slumber.&lt;br /&gt;Is this her ? I rack my brain&lt;br /&gt;the second time in the day, causing my head to pain,&lt;br /&gt;its really her! as I soon find&lt;br /&gt;or is it some other, have I gone blind ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant be dreaming, I realise&lt;br /&gt;as I bump into a pillar, which brings out my cries.&lt;br /&gt;I limp to the far end&lt;br /&gt;and to choose a book I bend&lt;br /&gt;but my mind is far away&lt;br /&gt;wonderning about the one in pink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pink lady is all busy and out of track&lt;br /&gt;chatting away with her friend in black,&lt;br /&gt;these two are always together, tightly in a pack&lt;br /&gt;as if guarding each other from an attack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, lets talk about the pink&lt;br /&gt;who is a friend of mine on the internet, through a link&lt;br /&gt;I dont know much about her i must admit,&lt;br /&gt;just that she likes music&lt;br /&gt;and loves watching schumacher negotiate the pit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raise my eyes every now and then&lt;br /&gt;to make sure shes there,&lt;br /&gt;but each time I sight her,&lt;br /&gt;i turn away my stare,&lt;br /&gt;fearing that she may sight&lt;br /&gt;me in the library and take a flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this starts in my brain a flurry&lt;br /&gt;of words about the events since morning in a blurry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look down and start to write&lt;br /&gt;a rhyme about the flamingos flight,&lt;br /&gt;all the while pausing to have a look,&lt;br /&gt;at the one in pink, looking away from her book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I progress with my verse,&lt;br /&gt;i loose my head and she picks her purse,&lt;br /&gt;and leaves the hall with her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realise this and myself I curse,&lt;br /&gt;for I was too busy to extend&lt;br /&gt;my hi's and hellos to her and her friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all is lost, I muse&lt;br /&gt;to miss another class i refuse,&lt;br /&gt;and so thinking i muster the strength&lt;br /&gt;to leave for my classroom at length,&lt;br /&gt;and leave the pink one till the next time&lt;br /&gt;when i shall talk and not act mime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-7042732658670452308?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/7042732658670452308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-library.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/7042732658670452308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/7042732658670452308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-library.html' title='In the library'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-3785934677352365414</id><published>2010-02-05T05:35:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:35:58.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let me be....</title><content type='html'>Let me be your walking stick,&lt;br /&gt;holding your hand as you move.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your veil,&lt;br /&gt;sheilding you from the evil eye.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your skin,&lt;br /&gt;so that i rupture before you bleeed.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your mirror,&lt;br /&gt;so that you see yourself&lt;br /&gt;everytime you look at me.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your tears,&lt;br /&gt;so that i flow out taking your pain.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your nails,&lt;br /&gt;so i come back even after you cut me out.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be your ring,&lt;br /&gt;so that you fidget with me when worried.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the earth,&lt;br /&gt;so that i take you in my arms when you fall.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be all these things,&lt;br /&gt;but never let me feel small.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-3785934677352365414?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3785934677352365414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/let-me-be.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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understand me mom,&lt;br /&gt;why do you make me sad ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wake me up every morning mom,&lt;br /&gt;muttering over my staying up late.&lt;br /&gt;you shout at me as i ready for college mom&lt;br /&gt;why do you bother about my state ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give me chores at home mom,&lt;br /&gt;do you not know that i have a life ?&lt;br /&gt;why dont you ever understand me mom&lt;br /&gt;shall i never enjoy and always strife ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you compare me with the guy next door mom&lt;br /&gt;you say he is better and works hard&lt;br /&gt;just let me be my way mom&lt;br /&gt;dont treat me like an insane, a retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a fight with you mom&lt;br /&gt;and i know that you are feeling sad&lt;br /&gt;why can i never understand you mom,&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to make you mad ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you wake me up every morning mom&lt;br /&gt;after making my breakfast and tea&lt;br /&gt;why cant i wake up by myself mom&lt;br /&gt;why do u have to shout to make me reach college early ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you take care of the whole house mom,&lt;br /&gt;even ironing my clothes for me,&lt;br /&gt;dont you ever want to enjoy mom ?&lt;br /&gt;you dont have to serve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you compare me with the guy next door mom&lt;br /&gt;saying he is hard working and better than me,&lt;br /&gt;do i not see the hopes in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;the hopes that you have for me ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you are the strength of the whole house mom,&lt;br /&gt;you are the fragrance of every room,&lt;br /&gt;without you this house would just be walls,&lt;br /&gt;and not what i could call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am sorry i fought with you mom&lt;br /&gt;and let in such a hurry,&lt;br /&gt;as i look your starined face mom&lt;br /&gt;i want to myself bury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had a fight with you mom&lt;br /&gt;while you dried your tears wih your apron,&lt;br /&gt;forgive me for being so terrible mom&lt;br /&gt;for i am your prodigal son.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-8425816712816087119?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8425816712816087119/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-you-mom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/8425816712816087119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/8425816712816087119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-love-you-mom.html' title='I love you MOM'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-1149443448587400349</id><published>2010-02-05T05:34:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:35:03.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yumcet</title><content type='html'>EAMCET....EAMCET....EAMCET....&lt;br /&gt;An exam for which i am not yet set,&lt;br /&gt;it consists of questions one hundred and sixty,&lt;br /&gt;eighty for maths, and forty-forty for physics and chemistry,&lt;br /&gt;each question has options four,&lt;br /&gt;youll be able to answer them iffff,&lt;br /&gt;you are thorough with the subject to the core.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I now sit with a load of books..&lt;br /&gt;each giving me empty looks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;confused i am where to start,&lt;br /&gt;while mother feeds me juices and tart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon i begin to wonder, think and ponder........&lt;br /&gt;what was i doing the last two years ?&lt;br /&gt;why did i not give the subject my ears ?&lt;br /&gt;my first year was fine,&lt;br /&gt;my intermediate (10+2) books i did entwine,&lt;br /&gt;and i passedtoo.....with a good percentage 92.&lt;br /&gt;then came year number. 2,&lt;br /&gt;which (i felt) was like a bout of flu ,&lt;br /&gt;sick and tired of it i became,&lt;br /&gt;and it left me weak and maim.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i have nothing to do but get set,&lt;br /&gt;and study for EAMCET................&lt;br /&gt;so now i think i should end,&lt;br /&gt;most of my time with my books i should spend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So alwida, adieu, farewell;i hope i do well,&lt;br /&gt;in EAMCET..........an exam for which i am not yet set.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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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-7454976496142478694.post-8445550997433268459</id><published>2010-02-05T05:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:34:37.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Results Galore</title><content type='html'>I sit stiff as a rod&lt;br /&gt;unable to sleep or nod,&lt;br /&gt;staring at the computer screen&lt;br /&gt;i am waiting for my result, i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slow and unsteady the pages open&lt;br /&gt;my hall ticket number into the box i pen&lt;br /&gt;and press enter.........&lt;br /&gt;and wait for that which could end my banter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a bead of sweat i wipe from my face&lt;br /&gt;and wait patiently and brace,&lt;br /&gt;for the loading of the display&lt;br /&gt;like water falling on clay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally i see it alll crystal clear&lt;br /&gt;and realise what i most fear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected i have flunked&lt;br /&gt;in the subject i had most bunked,&lt;br /&gt;the rest i have passed but marginally&lt;br /&gt;and this subject i failed by three marks only!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after an hour i recover&lt;br /&gt;the score of my friends i discover,&lt;br /&gt;they too have drowned like me,&lt;br /&gt;in this pain i cannot even cry for mummy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to mask my face&lt;br /&gt;and save my family the disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;but the calls on the phone spill the beans&lt;br /&gt;as my mother overhears as she cleans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon i am rounded&lt;br /&gt;by the whole family, surrounded.&lt;br /&gt;helpless i confess my guilt&lt;br /&gt;and a fort of taunts upon me is built.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all rights and liberties&lt;br /&gt;are denied to me and am grounded&lt;br /&gt;even the social niceties are denied&lt;br /&gt;and i am dumbfounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next day offers respite&lt;br /&gt;after a thoroughly retless night,&lt;br /&gt;as i meet others.....&lt;br /&gt;my friends, of the same feathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there is an unspoken grief&lt;br /&gt;which keeps our talks brief,&lt;br /&gt;while some are all too glad&lt;br /&gt;and raving about their scores like mad.s&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omeone suggests,"Apply for reevaluation"&lt;br /&gt;while some say,"Prepare for supplementary examination"&lt;br /&gt;while some dont even care&lt;br /&gt;as they have passed fair and square.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all this amounts to one thing,&lt;br /&gt;that i didnt work hard enuff,&lt;br /&gt;this i realise as i take the sting&lt;br /&gt;that this is really some stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i nurse my wounded ego&lt;br /&gt;saying that there is always next time,&lt;br /&gt;and i shall have another go&lt;br /&gt;at the subject i flunked, a great crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but till then i shalll strive&lt;br /&gt;to make my dream come alive,&lt;br /&gt;a dream to have a spotless degree&lt;br /&gt;and it aint gonna come for free.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-8445550997433268459?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8445550997433268459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/results-galore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/8445550997433268459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/8445550997433268459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/results-galore.html' title='Results Galore'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-8754348043990926470</id><published>2010-02-05T05:33:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:34:13.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Belle Dame Sans Merci</title><content type='html'>Considered it is to be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;this feeling in me&lt;br /&gt;makes me look pitiful.&lt;br /&gt;it eats me from inside&lt;br /&gt;and at the same time&lt;br /&gt;a happiness is by my side.&lt;br /&gt;i question myself in vain&lt;br /&gt;'why ? why only me?&lt;br /&gt;why ? why only she?&lt;br /&gt;why couldn't it be anyone else but me ?&lt;br /&gt;why does it have to be like this ? '&lt;br /&gt;these questions sting me like a venomos kiss.&lt;br /&gt;in this pain&lt;br /&gt;i am unable to gain&lt;br /&gt;it is better to be slain&lt;br /&gt;than be lke this.&lt;br /&gt;it is all so discomforting&lt;br /&gt;that i wonder in half surprise&lt;br /&gt;that this is really happening.&lt;br /&gt;she knows everything, still is ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;gosh this love ! i dont know whether to rave or rant.&lt;br /&gt;there she leaves for a distant land&lt;br /&gt;with just a shake of a hand,&lt;br /&gt;we part, my heart torn apart.&lt;br /&gt;i want to hide my face and cry out loud,&lt;br /&gt;cry at the top of my voice,&lt;br /&gt;and blame my hormones for my choice.&lt;br /&gt;still there is hope which is ever fading,&lt;br /&gt;but i hope against hope,&lt;br /&gt;that someday shall come,&lt;br /&gt;when she shall know,&lt;br /&gt;my love for her&lt;br /&gt;pure and fair as snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-8754348043990926470?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/8754348043990926470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-belle-dame-sans-merci.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/8754348043990926470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/8754348043990926470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/la-belle-dame-sans-merci.html' title='La Belle Dame Sans Merci'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-3506508865321524132</id><published>2010-02-05T05:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:33:39.801-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Stars but you</title><content type='html'>Once i sat under the night sky&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do,&lt;br /&gt;when i looked up at it so high&lt;br /&gt;i knew what to do&lt;br /&gt;I looked and looked&lt;br /&gt;and saw the pole star to my right&lt;br /&gt;looking further i got the big dipper in sight&lt;br /&gt;But what i wanted most i could not find&lt;br /&gt;and got up to leave and found you right behind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7454976496142478694-3506508865321524132?l=mythotmachine.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/feeds/3506508865321524132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/stars-but-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/3506508865321524132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7454976496142478694/posts/default/3506508865321524132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythotmachine.blogspot.com/2010/02/stars-but-you.html' title='The Stars but you'/><author><name>Iqbal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11783865229865192513</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-7454976496142478694.post-6023858360298074362</id><published>2010-02-05T05:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T05:33:13.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Firendship-An Irony</title><content type='html'>The air is thick with tension&lt;br /&gt;calm and easy, my pretention&lt;br /&gt;as mates from the class&lt;br /&gt;around me read, and alas&lt;br /&gt;i do nothing and still hope to pass.&lt;br /&gt;I look around at these faces&lt;br /&gt;and reminisce those days of fun and disgraces.&lt;br /&gt;those early days of engineering&lt;br /&gt;when my poetry had a form and meaning.&lt;br /&gt;Those early days of the free bird flying&lt;br /&gt;quite ironic to now, the old eagle dying.&lt;br /&gt;those were the days, when i was new&lt;br /&gt;to the grindings of life, and had grudges few,&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days when i treated&lt;br /&gt;every tom, dick, harry and sally, like a friend, uncheated.&lt;br /&gt;but now i chuckle&lt;br /&gt;as the load of all this has made me buckle.&lt;br /&gt;Then i was in good awe&lt;br /&gt;of my college, beautiul without a flaw.&lt;br /&gt;everybody seemed nice, but the claw&lt;br /&gt;of time has corroded that image and it does gnaw&lt;br /&gt;at my heart, and my eyes pained with what i saw.&lt;br /&gt;These ' friends ' of the yesteryear&lt;br /&gt;were humans after all, i fear&lt;br /&gt;while then i thought them to be near&lt;br /&gt;their distance from me now is clear.&lt;br /&gt;These boys and girls had after all their lives,&lt;br /&gt;they weren't my husbands&lt;br /&gt;nor were they my wives.&lt;br /&gt;How could i expect them to treat me as i did,&lt;br /&gt;these expectations sound like a fantasy of a kid.&lt;br /&gt;Whom i thought was my best of buddies&lt;br /&gt;turned out to be among the muddies&lt;br /&gt;for he did secretly many a thing&lt;br /&gt;of engineering importance and to me told nothing.&lt;br /&gt;I would have benefitted from it too&lt;br /&gt;but still, he did it discretely, and i had not a clue.&lt;br /&gt;Still one, who did with me spend quite a time,&lt;br /&gt;who with me did pretend to be mime&lt;br /&gt;turned out to do still many things without me....&lt;br /&gt;Oh !!! its like putting lime on injury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then when i was in shortage&lt;br /&gt;of notes, i turned to my bondage&lt;br /&gt;knowing quite well that they would offer help&lt;br /&gt;but they surprised me and made me yelp.&lt;br /&gt;For with one lousy reason and another&lt;br /&gt;they turned me down without a bother,&lt;br /&gt;' bad writing-absence from class-nonotes!!!', was all that they said&lt;br /&gt;but these things didnt matter as my friends for me were dead.&lt;br /&gt;I dont blame them for being selfish,&lt;br /&gt;for they all have responsibilities of feeding their fish.&lt;br /&gt;But i do have something to say,&lt;br /&gt;think of me what they may.&lt;br /&gt;i confess, i might be dumb,&lt;br /&gt;and do nothing but suck my thumb.&lt;br /&gt;I might not be rich or in trend&lt;br /&gt;but still, i am your friend.&lt;br /&gt;I extended to you my hand but you shrunk away&lt;br /&gt;i still extend it anyway,&lt;br /&gt;so that when you stumble or when you fall&lt;br /&gt;my hand be there for you all.&lt;br /&gt;to stand you straight, and shrug off the dust&lt;br /&gt;my dear friend, i do it without greed or lust.&lt;br /&gt;I cannot give you anything, i percieve&lt;br /&gt;but atleast i dont lie or decieve.&lt;br /&gt;Always remember, a friend in need&lt;br /&gt;is a friend indeed.&lt;br /&gt;never shy away from help,&lt;br /&gt;never run away when you are needed,&lt;br /&gt;for you never know when you may need,&lt;br /&gt;and then you may not have anyone from your creed,&lt;br /&gt;to help you out of your trouble&lt;br /&gt;a friend afterall is 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