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<title>Unfinished Symphony</title>
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<pubDate>Sat, 05 Aug 2006 09:00:00 +0530</pubDate>
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;a target=&quot;_blank&quot; href=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_music.gif&quot;&gt;&lt;img src=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_music.2.gif&quot; alt=&quot;medium_music.gif&quot; style=&quot;margin: 0.7em 0px; border-width: 0px&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Like an unfinished symphony….&lt;br /&gt; My love remained unsung!&lt;br /&gt; Can’t live without you…&lt;br /&gt; O’ why can’t we understand?&lt;br /&gt; Do I have to prove that I love you true?&lt;br /&gt; Can’t my love itself be the proof?&lt;br /&gt; Being separated from you I don’t wanna live…&lt;br /&gt; All my life.&lt;br /&gt; Why can’t we understand…why?!&lt;br /&gt; Not all birds learn to fly…&lt;br /&gt; Not all man learns to walk...&lt;br /&gt; Not all dreams see the daylight&lt;br /&gt; Yeah! That’s my only solace&lt;br /&gt; I remained “I”&lt;br /&gt; You remained “you” ….&lt;br /&gt; Wonder where did we lost the “WE” ….&lt;br /&gt; Somewhere along the way.&lt;br /&gt; I want to scream….&lt;br /&gt; Wanna taste blood in my mouth…&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
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<pubDate>Sat, 14 Jan 2006 19:10:00 +0530</pubDate>
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_dscn0812-new-zealand-te-anau-lake-grave.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_cemetary.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;medium_cemetary.jpg&quot; src=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_cemetary.2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;No one loves me&lt;br /&gt; Yeah! No one loves me.&lt;br /&gt; I start to walk alone…&lt;br /&gt; Through the wet sand&lt;br /&gt; With only my shadow besides me.&lt;br /&gt; Thinking…&lt;br /&gt; How much I want to hold back,&lt;br /&gt; How much I want to let go…&lt;br /&gt; … Of the past?&lt;br /&gt; It has got memories&lt;br /&gt; That sometimes made me to cry.&lt;br /&gt; But these very tears once&lt;br /&gt; Promised me such great joys.&lt;br /&gt; It felt like the freshness of a first kiss&lt;br /&gt; O’ I remember the day when we first met!&lt;br /&gt; I’m fading away with nothing …&lt;br /&gt; but memories clutched to my heart now&lt;br /&gt; As I look into the horizon… by&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
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<title>Break free</title>
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<category>some more LIFE... in verse</category>
<pubDate>Mon, 12 Dec 2005 22:40:00 +0530</pubDate>
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_breakfree.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;medium_breakfree.jpg&quot; src=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_breakfree.2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ll become a free bird… yes! I will&lt;br /&gt; Even though in a brutal moment&lt;br /&gt; You’ve clipped my feathers.&lt;br /&gt; Even though crimson blood&lt;br /&gt; is oozing out of it all along.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’ll still try to fly… yes! I will&lt;br /&gt; Even though a thousand times&lt;br /&gt; I might stumble and bite the dust.&lt;br /&gt; Even though you may conspire to kill me…all over again&lt;br /&gt; But can you kill my spirit? No way!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The body will free my spirit one day&lt;br /&gt; The tears, the smiles, hope and despair&lt;br /&gt; Won’t mean a damn to me that day.&lt;br /&gt; Above the tranquil sea, in the n&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; heaven&lt;br /&gt; Like a free&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
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<title>Cries from the Wilderness</title>
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<category>some more LIFE... in verse</category>
<pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2005 20:10:00 +0530</pubDate>
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_quiet_20sadness.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;medium_quiet_20sadness.jpg&quot; src=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_quiet_20sadness.2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Accept O’ my dear&lt;br /&gt; That I’m gone: gone for the good!&lt;br /&gt; Your tears for me are a trifle bit late&lt;br /&gt; My footprints in the sand&lt;br /&gt; are erased by the sea.&lt;br /&gt; You showed me a world&lt;br /&gt; which I thought was true&lt;br /&gt; My heart, so naïve it was&lt;br /&gt; Couldn’t recognize a mirage from its look.&lt;br /&gt; You don’t have to cry&lt;br /&gt; … to say that you love me too&lt;br /&gt; for I’m gone now, gone for the good!&lt;br /&gt; I’ll ever be there for you&lt;br /&gt; For I know my love was true.&lt;br /&gt; Don’t remember me now&lt;br /&gt; …remembrances just make us cry.&lt;br /&gt; Think of me that I&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
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<title>DESERT RAIN</title>
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<pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2005 20:05:00 +0530</pubDate>
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_mojave_cloud.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;medium_mojave_cloud.jpg&quot; src=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_mojave_cloud.2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Did i ever tell you about my love for you?&lt;br /&gt; Since the day our eyes first met&lt;br /&gt; an affliction i've had&lt;br /&gt; like a madness--a madness to be near you!&lt;br /&gt; But love isn't love&lt;br /&gt; if it's not madness!&lt;br /&gt; In every dream i see you&lt;br /&gt; In every breath i feel you&lt;br /&gt; Like black-magic your eyes haunts me&lt;br /&gt; You became my raison d'etre&lt;br /&gt; The world tells me that i've changed&lt;br /&gt; the myopic lot...it cannot see&lt;br /&gt; who've engineered that change within me&lt;br /&gt; With a thousand dreams&lt;br /&gt; my heart leapt up&lt;br /&gt; to savour the moment...my moment of glory&lt;br /&gt; with wings of passion,with wings of HOPE&lt;br /&gt; And&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
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<title>LOVE AND DEATH</title>
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<category>some more LIFE... in verse</category>
<pubDate>Thu, 19 May 2005 20:05:00 +0530</pubDate>
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&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left&quot;&gt;&lt;a href=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_love_n_death.jpg&quot; target=&quot;_blank&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;border-top-width: 0px; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin: 0.7em 0px; border-right-width: 0px&quot; alt=&quot;medium_love_n_death.jpg&quot; src=&quot;http://mayabini.blogspirit.com/images/medium_love_n_death.2.jpg&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Blood,thick crimson blood&lt;br /&gt; perhaps the remnant of&lt;br /&gt; a catasthrope or a silent death&lt;br /&gt; lay strewn on the blank canvas&lt;br /&gt; canvas it was of someone's life&lt;br /&gt; Fragrance of the roses&lt;br /&gt; lure of the vales&lt;br /&gt; everything seemed to have lost&lt;br /&gt; the zest and the enthu' to entice&lt;br /&gt; Who Died?&lt;br /&gt; no one knows..but perhaps one&lt;br /&gt; ...one whoselove was true&lt;br /&gt; a madness derived from the blue moon.&lt;br /&gt; Why did she left him?&lt;br /&gt; Why did she killed him?&lt;br /&gt; ...Hope deserted him like his beloved&lt;br /&gt; ...fickle things,these whole lot&lt;br /&gt; ..fickle things,these matters of the heart&lt;br /&gt; Sibling of nostalgia and remembrances&lt;br /&gt; --they leave you only in tears.&lt;br /&gt; A&amp;#8230;&lt;/p&gt;
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