<?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-7518354477678755270</id><updated>2012-01-20T08:09:35.119-08:00</updated><category term='Random'/><category term='Disorder'/><category term='happy notes'/><category term='coldness'/><category term='Wishes'/><category term='Transcience'/><category term='Truth'/><category term='Freedom'/><category term='Feelings'/><category term='Existentialism'/><category term='Realization'/><category term='Structualism'/><category term='Friendship'/><category term='Value'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Philosophy'/><category term='Beauty'/><category term='Thoughts'/><category term='Introspection'/><category term='Obfuscation'/><category term='Time'/><category term='Sientific'/><category term='Loss'/><category term='Fear'/><title type='text'>Being and Love</title><subtitle type='html'>The reality of illusion is far superior than the reverse...yet we choose to be sane.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-1800766203337369356</id><published>2012-01-04T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T08:09:35.147-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything is Nothing</title><content type='html'>Truth, Beauty and Love&lt;br /&gt;Like the five elements &lt;br /&gt;You come from within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweeping time across your feet&lt;br /&gt;Feeling every pain&lt;br /&gt;Seeping in every grain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;nothing to everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The savage sage searches you&lt;br /&gt;Travels to tormented trees&lt;br /&gt;Wishes for the whole world&lt;br /&gt;Laments his lawful lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey begins with division&lt;br /&gt;Green grass and tangerine divides&lt;br /&gt;Echoes make me obey&lt;br /&gt;Outside, the world sustains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everything is something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey whispers with zest&lt;br /&gt;Details make bridges and dungeons&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a rising halo&lt;br /&gt;I measure my wisdom walls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everything is everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caring for the flame&lt;br /&gt;Burning me inside&lt;br /&gt;I surrender all fears&lt;br /&gt;The ashes caress deep space&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with the photons&lt;br /&gt;Soon...it ends again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Everything is Nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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Nothing'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-5576099101997921433</id><published>2011-12-02T04:12:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T13:28:44.434-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Transcience'/><title type='text'>I love you till you don't</title><content type='html'>Fleeting feelings of fevers&lt;br /&gt;Wounded by the heartland&lt;br /&gt;heralded by my tribunal&lt;br /&gt;sanctify the disturbance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chasing still souls &lt;br /&gt;searching undone holes&lt;br /&gt;feeding hungry tigers&lt;br /&gt;living on the unknown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I have goes away&lt;br /&gt;What I dont have stays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The permanence of transience&lt;br /&gt;Leashes forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rivers rifting for rescue tolls&lt;br /&gt;Leaves rusting for thunder pours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Riding on a white horse&lt;br /&gt;Your light in shining armor&lt;br /&gt;Love's you till the beginning&lt;br /&gt;Love's you before it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch me through the vein&lt;br /&gt;Luster, my love &lt;br /&gt;Let me leave you again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-5576099101997921433?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/5576099101997921433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-1139884668535513114</id><published>2011-11-15T15:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T16:14:47.217-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Obfuscation'/><title type='text'>Wait of decide</title><content type='html'>Spiral rods for straight roads&lt;br /&gt;Circular beasts in tender nests&lt;br /&gt;Bequeathed breath of borrowed bread&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunrays of heroes &lt;br /&gt;Surveys until dawn&lt;br /&gt;Smooth viruses&lt;br /&gt;Images of Power&lt;br /&gt;Persistence of loss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visions with violets&lt;br /&gt;Violence of beginnings&lt;br /&gt;Thunder of Sabbaticals&lt;br /&gt;Waving to decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beauty of love&lt;br /&gt;Lustful wanders&lt;br /&gt;Lenders of ancient times&lt;br /&gt;Explain gargled wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts on a sail&lt;br /&gt;Deciding to wait&lt;br /&gt;Floating snails&lt;br /&gt;Scream of avalanches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Weighting &lt;/span&gt;to decide&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-1139884668535513114?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/1139884668535513114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=1139884668535513114' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/1139884668535513114'/><link rel='self' 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go</title><content type='html'>Flowing effortlessly&lt;br /&gt;Like grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;Into her magic land&lt;br /&gt;Let her go my friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings tremble&lt;br /&gt;A shadow of pain&lt;br /&gt;Shining bright&lt;br /&gt;Let her go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world ends&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts freeze&lt;br /&gt;Visions coagulate&lt;br /&gt;Just tonight&lt;br /&gt;Let her go my friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People turn vicious&lt;br /&gt;Words feel dusted&lt;br /&gt;Ideas seem dogmatic&lt;br /&gt;To set you free&lt;br /&gt;Let her come to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope springs in the summer&lt;br /&gt;Warm and effervescent &lt;br /&gt;Touches me deep inside&lt;br /&gt;Heals the crying light.&lt;br /&gt;Feeds her to me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams dripping down the dew&lt;br /&gt;Makers mend me a muse&lt;br /&gt;A ballad bursts by the balloon&lt;br /&gt;Let her &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;grow &lt;/span&gt;my friend&lt;div 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go'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-3178172543386909589</id><published>2011-10-23T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-23T03:34:58.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Time'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Freedom'/><title type='text'>Who has the time</title><content type='html'>I say, I wonder&lt;br /&gt;Time condones and comforts us&lt;br /&gt;It thinks and she sings&lt;br /&gt;Leaves tinker with shyness&lt;br /&gt;In a labyrinth of emotions&lt;br /&gt;They call to my vileness&lt;br /&gt;But who has the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I dare&lt;br /&gt;To think of you as mine&lt;br /&gt;Wandering in the dark ages&lt;br /&gt;Going through life's stages&lt;br /&gt;A smile of eternity&lt;br /&gt;A promise of sovereignty&lt;br /&gt;But who has the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, I stare&lt;br /&gt;To share my soul&lt;br /&gt;I strive to hear &lt;br /&gt;Your lonely whispers&lt;br /&gt;In fearful vain I gasp&lt;br /&gt;The inherited loss&lt;br /&gt;But who has the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel, I care&lt;br /&gt;All that I dont understand&lt;br /&gt;To see the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Beyond my illusions&lt;br /&gt;Beneath your reality&lt;br /&gt;Into the soul of humanity&lt;br /&gt;But who has the time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch, I cry&lt;br /&gt;Something lurking between you&lt;br /&gt;Tormented love and tested lust&lt;br /&gt;Figurines of violet roses&lt;br /&gt;Dance to the shaman tune&lt;br /&gt;Gazing to the devastated stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time always had us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-3178172543386909589?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/3178172543386909589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=3178172543386909589' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/3178172543386909589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/3178172543386909589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2011/10/who-has-time.html' title='Who has the time'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-2745825665366455414</id><published>2011-10-14T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T14:39:20.326-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Value'/><title type='text'>Moments of Worth</title><content type='html'>Losing time to gain worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifting time by leasing worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words observe and judge&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One worth can feel it small&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Persisting with time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To end it all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creatively destroying your wonders&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still gaze with wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your moment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is my worth?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless pontifications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystifying into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Streams of Creativity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drains of drudgery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ending as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Karmic Cavalry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galaxies whisper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stars orchestrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your moment is my time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your worth is beyond mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-2745825665366455414?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-7747318323744773043</id><published>2011-10-12T01:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T01:58:16.236-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><title type='text'>Gravity</title><content type='html'>Free fall my lovely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endurance of our sapphire enduring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing of our silver wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breathing of your violet breaths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of our muddy thinking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kissing of your ruby kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing of our emerald wishes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touching of your tourmaline touches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being of our effervescent beings.&lt;div 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title='Gravity'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-6526875808950260534</id><published>2011-10-09T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T15:12:32.298-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disorder'/><title type='text'>Chaos</title><content type='html'>I love you&lt;br /&gt;I truly do, Chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You enter me deep&lt;br /&gt;You leave me asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish to wonder&lt;br /&gt;If I ever can&lt;br /&gt;Understand &lt;br /&gt;Like you understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings feel to me&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts heal for me&lt;br /&gt;Ideas kneel to thee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only to think&lt;br /&gt;Outside the box&lt;br /&gt;I explore the box&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly with me, Chaos&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you the frills&lt;br /&gt;Teach me your skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learn my pain&lt;br /&gt;Leave me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teach me change&lt;br /&gt;Leash me again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-6526875808950260534?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/6526875808950260534/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=6526875808950260534' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Don't be scared</title><content type='html'>Nobody agrees&lt;br /&gt;Nobody cares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nobody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somebody loves&lt;br /&gt;Somebody snares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am somebody&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing dies&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something feels&lt;br /&gt;Something touches&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one dreams&lt;br /&gt;No one flies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone kisses&lt;br /&gt;Someone kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am someone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-5460419592502084891?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/5460419592502084891/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-5691101579351681784</id><published>2011-09-30T02:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T12:08:07.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Lie</title><content type='html'>Heaven's cry until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie my child &lt;br /&gt;Nothing will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, its just the way&lt;br /&gt;You are being driven astray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't submit to everything&lt;br /&gt;Don't submit for nothing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tears speak and words feel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't lie my child &lt;br /&gt;Everything will be fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Lie'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-2641114915141648833</id><published>2011-09-28T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T02:11:00.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Realization'/><title type='text'>I am the one</title><content type='html'>Visit the words and vanquish the idea&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the thought and indulge the being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presence diminishes and prejudice kills the illusion&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes its me, sometimes its me, waiting to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repeat the words and resound in it&lt;br /&gt;I am the one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-2641114915141648833?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/2641114915141648833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=2641114915141648833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/2641114915141648833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/2641114915141648833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2011/09/i-am-one.html' title='I am the one'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-1506397338214270016</id><published>2011-09-13T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-15T03:14:16.070-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>While I am lost</title><content type='html'>While I am lost&lt;br /&gt;Say a few words for me&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck in this sojourn&lt;br /&gt;For I am never to return&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am lost&lt;br /&gt;Sing a few lullabies&lt;br /&gt;Wish me death&lt;br /&gt;For I ousted this test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am lost&lt;br /&gt;Swell some limericks&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at me in vain&lt;br /&gt;For I am leaving again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am lost&lt;br /&gt;Swish some symphonies&lt;br /&gt;Love me some more&lt;br /&gt;For I love you no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am lost&lt;br /&gt;Give me another cause&lt;br /&gt;Wish me some pain&lt;br /&gt;For the darkness should remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I am lost&lt;br /&gt;Feed me to your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Ask me why you ever listened&lt;br /&gt;For I never listened&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-1506397338214270016?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/1506397338214270016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=1506397338214270016' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/1506397338214270016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/1506397338214270016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2011/09/while-i-am-lost.html' title='While I am lost'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-2202832356606746388</id><published>2011-09-06T02:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-06T02:40:53.518-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wishes'/><title type='text'>Birthdays</title><content type='html'>Sing the hallowed songs of joy&lt;br /&gt;For another year I live with this toy&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if it ever stops&lt;br /&gt;Just to see if it ever stalks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthdays come and they stay&lt;br /&gt;Only to haunt me every day&lt;br /&gt;How I stare at you &lt;br /&gt;How you shy away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there a guilt you harbor?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a morality you harbor?&lt;br /&gt;There is a life I truly harbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Colder, Bolder and older&lt;br /&gt;That is not what I told her&lt;br /&gt;Warmer, wiser and weaker&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could speak to her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all my weakness lies all my strength&lt;br /&gt;In all my fears lies all my courage&lt;br /&gt;In all my love lies all my hate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to all the contradiction&lt;br /&gt;Oblivious to all the pain&lt;br /&gt;You choose to make me sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vindicate me, O holy Chaos&lt;br /&gt;From this world of persistent soldiers&lt;br /&gt;Into the world of poignant explorers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Render me another birthday&lt;br /&gt;One I wish would stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-2202832356606746388?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/2202832356606746388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=2202832356606746388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/2202832356606746388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/2202832356606746388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2011/09/birthdays.html' title='Birthdays'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-5666631191928384358</id><published>2011-08-28T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-28T15:03:53.491-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thoughts'/><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Beginnings are strange&lt;br /&gt;Endings are stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how long does it pain&lt;br /&gt;Does it ever die in vain?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think not that I understand&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when will I understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was never normal&lt;br /&gt;I was never abnormal&lt;br /&gt;It’s just about moving on&lt;br /&gt;It’s just hard not to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heart aches deeply but slowly&lt;br /&gt;The feelings numb slowly but deeply&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Old feelings, old illusions and old lands&lt;br /&gt;New faces, new ideas and new lamps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time flows in many ways&lt;br /&gt;The heart stays and mind sways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishes wish until death&lt;br /&gt;Did I ever say what I meant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s you the heart always wanted&lt;br /&gt;It’s me the mind always wanted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-5666631191928384358?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/5666631191928384358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=5666631191928384358' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/5666631191928384358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/5666631191928384358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2011/08/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-4197029317406990624</id><published>2011-08-09T10:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T21:36:51.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friendship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><title type='text'>Soulful Earrings and Dreamy Eyes</title><content type='html'>Boundless beauty and bounful ties&lt;br /&gt;Intricate thoughts and infinite minds&lt;br /&gt;Indian ways and western nays&lt;br /&gt;Eastern says and American hays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought I always knew&lt;br /&gt;You knew you always thought&lt;br /&gt;He was self-taught&lt;br /&gt;Always there to tie the knot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple sayings dedicated to complex ideas&lt;br /&gt;Single wishes destroyed by conjugal pariahs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was always lurking beyond you two&lt;br /&gt;Someone will always exist for you too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your insecurities will always remain&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts will always constrain&lt;br /&gt;The love shall always sustain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whose structure is to stay?&lt;br /&gt;Whose love will fade away?&lt;br /&gt;Whose truth is it anyway?&lt;br /&gt;Only time will stay&lt;br /&gt;Rest all will fade away…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creative cavalry is a constant cause&lt;br /&gt;Blessed in the bliss of boldness&lt;br /&gt;Daunting djinn's of dusty dreams&lt;br /&gt;Often ogle with ominous oldness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far are you willing to go?&lt;br /&gt;How long are you going to bow?&lt;br /&gt;Who’s to judge who runs the show?&lt;br /&gt;All I know…&lt;br /&gt;This is no place to make a foe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some come only to go&lt;br /&gt;Others stay till we grow old&lt;br /&gt;I just see a perfect mold…&lt;br /&gt;Your journeys will be forever told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The plea calls from the saintly shadows…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rust in the yellow breeze&lt;br /&gt;Rise under the blue tide&lt;br /&gt;Return with the golden stride&lt;br /&gt;Conquer the bloody divide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear friends…&lt;br /&gt;It was a pleasure to spend sometime&lt;br /&gt;My being was made with your time&lt;br /&gt;Never do we understand the taciturnity of time&lt;br /&gt;Memories remain and thought’s fade away&lt;br /&gt;The beauty &amp; love will perennially stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-4197029317406990624?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-5108804327078686592</id><published>2011-07-29T11:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T12:34:07.178-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Structualism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Philosophy'/><title type='text'>Structualism</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Beyond and beneath the blue sea breeze&lt;br /&gt;A desperate sailor disguises her despair&lt;br /&gt;She scorns her sojourn in this succulent structure&lt;br /&gt;Asking me to analyze its alluring rupture&lt;br /&gt;Warning me not to wane her pain…&lt;br /&gt;Gorgeously I graft away in grains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me out there and invite us &lt;br /&gt;Conniving and twisting at your will&lt;br /&gt;Changing and deforming as you will&lt;br /&gt;Making me twist along side&lt;br /&gt;A structure you are now&lt;br /&gt;Do watch out for me…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see me but I cannot see you&lt;br /&gt;I feel you but you don’t wish to&lt;br /&gt;You are everywhere&lt;br /&gt;I am right here&lt;br /&gt;Thinking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I eat, sleep and live because of you&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how you gave me the right to think!&lt;br /&gt;With disillusioned eyes I often blink…&lt;br /&gt;I am your slave…I think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I exist for you?&lt;br /&gt;You certainly do&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever care?&lt;br /&gt;I gave my life for you…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hierarchies I never loved&lt;br /&gt;But I see it in you.&lt;br /&gt;I conquer you only to my hate &lt;br /&gt;Please… set me free to my fate!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You exist in empty spaces&lt;br /&gt;Still...I search for your traces&lt;br /&gt;You make me and my fellow beings&lt;br /&gt;Who gave you the right?&lt;br /&gt;My brother loathes me…&lt;br /&gt;Are you ashamed?&lt;br /&gt;Yet, I bow to you…&lt;br /&gt;Now... do you care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope is the cause and cure&lt;br /&gt;With you I will never be sure&lt;br /&gt;My body is naked because you&lt;br /&gt;It wants to be naked without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our ideas are your words&lt;br /&gt;Your words submerge our ideas&lt;br /&gt;My wisdom adds to your knowledge&lt;br /&gt;Your knowledge ousts my wisdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But when I overpower you&lt;br /&gt;Illusions exists beyond you&lt;br /&gt;For a while, your existence is true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We exist in our duality&lt;br /&gt;I come from you &lt;br /&gt;Into you&lt;br /&gt;Still not you&lt;br /&gt;Still within you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I try and understand your shapes&lt;br /&gt;Only to forge your clandestine drapes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the ability to transcend atoms &lt;br /&gt;I fear the agility to transcend you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seek my own freedom&lt;br /&gt;You seek your own protection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endless journeys begin with an ending&lt;br /&gt;Ours never ended…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your feelings I cannot reason&lt;br /&gt;My reasons you will someday feel…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the Ulysses of undying unrest&lt;br /&gt;Endless explanations endure the test&lt;br /&gt;Her hiatus heals as the hour ticks&lt;br /&gt;Idiosyncratic illusions ire in bricks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-5108804327078686592?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/5108804327078686592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-8672429044067782777</id><published>2011-07-15T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T14:07:27.494-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Emptiness</title><content type='html'>A message from you comes from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Feelings haunt and tear the veil&lt;br /&gt;Exposing the naked me&lt;br /&gt;Halting and tarnishing the inner me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feelings are mirages of illusions&lt;br /&gt;How strong is the feeling of illusions...&lt;br /&gt;The illusion of feelings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The familiarity of pain never disappoints&lt;br /&gt;Elating me everytime it arrives&lt;br /&gt;Making me feel...&lt;br /&gt;The best I ever can&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss you beyond meanings and ideas&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just miss myself crying for you...&lt;br /&gt;For I don’t feel truth anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just another chance I reined&lt;br /&gt;To believe in my innocence&lt;br /&gt;Or just be guilty and feel the pain?&lt;br /&gt;Our pages of eternity are forever dusted and drained...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thought of you is haunting&lt;br /&gt;Words listen as silence speaks&lt;br /&gt;But I did see you...&lt;br /&gt;Standing there and helplessly waiting for you &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pain was always pleasurable&lt;br /&gt;You were kind to give it to me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My love is timeless &lt;br /&gt;My sadness is fearless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wished to always say...&lt;br /&gt;The veil was there for you to discover&lt;br /&gt;Science &amp; Art flow like Water &amp; Air&lt;br /&gt;Needing us more than we care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful ending it was&lt;br /&gt;A sad beginning it caused&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-8672429044067782777?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/8672429044067782777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=8672429044067782777' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/8672429044067782777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/8672429044067782777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2011/07/emptiness.html' title='Emptiness'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-4499240449734307686</id><published>2011-07-15T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T10:22:48.373-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Feelings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Is it really true?</title><content type='html'>“I am because you are,&lt;br /&gt;We exist in this age.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;Hating to be loved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something about it can never be true&lt;br /&gt;Someone without it is never true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHY goes to the HOW and shimmers with the WHEN&lt;br /&gt;Time wraps the best in a velvet rosette.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Live it, Feel it, Heal it&lt;br /&gt;Just to believe in it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lust plays the Icebreaker as Love Dances with Reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The poem undulates on paper&lt;br /&gt;I just stare and wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really true?  &lt;br /&gt;I ask you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-4499240449734307686?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/4499240449734307686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-5503176178488507833</id><published>2011-07-15T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-15T10:20:52.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existentialism'/><title type='text'>Unsung Ambiguity</title><content type='html'>Feelings whisper as thoughts maneuver&lt;br /&gt;Do Undulations govern us?&lt;br /&gt;Coherence in ambiguity is an asset&lt;br /&gt;Unsung melancholies...our deepest secrets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shimmering light dipping in ideas &lt;br /&gt;Escalating wishes intruding unsolicited dreams&lt;br /&gt;Beauty meandering... as destiny dances&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Siege of money and morals&lt;br /&gt;Battle of self and society&lt;br /&gt;War of illusion and reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zoom in to zoom out&lt;br /&gt;Chaos is the blessed order&lt;br /&gt;On the basis of biasness&lt;br /&gt;Nature is the only truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Implicit drives to question&lt;br /&gt;Explicit understandings to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why then do we yearn for...?&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-5503176178488507833?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/5503176178488507833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=5503176178488507833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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term='Truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Existentialism'/><title type='text'>Why I do What I do</title><content type='html'>Obvious questions wonder in the heartland&lt;br /&gt;Dejected by the brain they haunt you&lt;br /&gt;Some remain while others vanish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why I do what I do remains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reasons turn into emotions&lt;br /&gt;Emotions tumble into feelings&lt;br /&gt;Feelings escalate into wishes&lt;br /&gt;Wishes resonate in hinterland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;They slow down soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful this silence is…&lt;br /&gt;How extreme this feeling might be&lt;br /&gt;How wishful this life can be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How rich this journey will be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can we just flow sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Unscathed and untouched&lt;br /&gt;Can we just live sometimes?&lt;br /&gt;Undone and unfinished&lt;br /&gt;Can we just forget everything?&lt;br /&gt;Unfathomable and unavoidable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Can we just be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why the purpose?&lt;br /&gt;Why the past?&lt;br /&gt;Why not the present?&lt;br /&gt;Why the future?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Why the question?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Films of ambition&lt;br /&gt;Features of aspiration&lt;br /&gt;Figures of asphyxiation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All…figments of my imagination&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fascinated with existence&lt;br /&gt;Tinkering like a child&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts to feed on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;This life was never mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-8348694312007233814?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-1674378801218464186</id><published>2010-12-17T23:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-17T23:28:15.969-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Beautiful</title><content type='html'>Beautiful I am&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful you are&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful we are&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eager I am&lt;br /&gt;Engendered you are&lt;br /&gt;Encapsulated we are&lt;br /&gt;Endowed it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angry I am&lt;br /&gt;Altruistic you are&lt;br /&gt;Accepting we are&lt;br /&gt;Afflicted it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Understanding I am&lt;br /&gt;Undone you are&lt;br /&gt;Unfair we are&lt;br /&gt;Unconditional it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tired I am&lt;br /&gt;Tough you are&lt;br /&gt;Tortured we are&lt;br /&gt;Testing it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Idealistic I am&lt;br /&gt;Idiosyncratic you are&lt;br /&gt;Infinite we are&lt;br /&gt;Invisible it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friendly I am&lt;br /&gt;Frustrated you are&lt;br /&gt;Fabricated we are&lt;br /&gt;Funny it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Used I am&lt;br /&gt;Uptight you are&lt;br /&gt;Unionized we are&lt;br /&gt;Ubiquitous it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ludicrous I am&lt;br /&gt;Lame you are&lt;br /&gt;Lucky we are&lt;br /&gt;Love it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-1674378801218464186?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/1674378801218464186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=1674378801218464186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/1674378801218464186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/1674378801218464186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2010/12/beautiful.html' title='Beautiful'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-4881187493713471567</id><published>2009-11-20T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T20:34:30.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can you be sure?</title><content type='html'>When actions and reasons are not coherent.&lt;br /&gt;When people are not coherent.&lt;br /&gt;When life is incoherent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you be sure?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-4881187493713471567?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/4881187493713471567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=4881187493713471567' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/4881187493713471567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/4881187493713471567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2009/11/when-actions-and-reasons-are-not.html' title='How can you be sure?'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-1272323225600361314</id><published>2008-11-06T09:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T11:02:14.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fighting Back</title><content type='html'>Confusions embedded in the subconscious are feeding on the holy grail. Somehow the missing ideologies are confidently being seen as the benchmark of society stagnation. Thinking,Watching and Understanding people always made me believe we are doing, thinking and perceiving in very shallow, channelized manner. The freedom of childhood, curiosity for knowledge, purity of love is being molested by values and systems of society where being corrupt and inturn relatively honest(most nonsensical ideology)is used for "getting ahead in life". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People possessing passions for knowledge/understanding without any personal benefit become typecasted as being non influential in society decisions. They are the ones doing the major innovations and end up getting the least benefit from the differential monetary system. The "Management Wizards" the more street smart and adaptable to society structures withdraw most benefits by adapting to "loop hole" system. With this trend general tendency of the youth is to obviously become powerful and end up in management rather than contributing to true society growth via technology.Music from ROCK Genre to Metal attractive to a lot of youth since their theme is regarding idealization thoughts and emotions/ rebellious ideas which gets them thinking/feeling off their feet. Growing up means being non-influenced by such indulgences and accepting ways to being tamed to labour for a means to existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something is terribly wrong with ideas and methods followed presently. The means to do things with the purpose of learning/enjoying is absent majorly being taken over by social/monetary gratification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and Fight. thezeitgeistmovement.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-1272323225600361314?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/1272323225600361314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=1272323225600361314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/1272323225600361314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/1272323225600361314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2008/11/fighting-back.html' title='Fighting Back'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-7032106399955668201</id><published>2008-07-12T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T07:47:49.569-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Mesmerization</title><content type='html'>Leaving behind the ghastly sorrows of mankind&lt;br /&gt;Just to spend a beautiful evening in your aura&lt;br /&gt;To share enlightening conversations with you&lt;br /&gt;Drowning peacefully in your thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Sharing deeper visions&lt;br /&gt;Feeling my presence in your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longing to hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the first touch&lt;br /&gt;Breathing the genuineness of your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentle and timeless stare&lt;br /&gt;Evening sky blending into timeless darkness&lt;br /&gt;Moonlight caressing your angelic face&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts rushing through my head&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes silence says it all...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How beautiful it can get...&lt;br /&gt;I could never imagine&lt;br /&gt;The serenity of love&lt;br /&gt;The disposition of practicality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears roll down as I feel the reality&lt;br /&gt;It was always meant to be...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-7032106399955668201?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/7032106399955668201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=7032106399955668201' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/7032106399955668201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/7032106399955668201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2008/07/mesmerization.html' title='Mesmerization'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-3605000562329351485</id><published>2008-05-10T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-10T10:08:47.737-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disturbance</title><content type='html'>Strange proximities of happiness and achievement end up drowning in the sea of the stereotype. It is not working and will never work. A need for a better purpose and people haunts my soul time and again. (One of the happiest memories etched is my mind are of the ngo I worked in last summer.) Giving time to it and feeding on the present crooked identities really hurts sometime. It was never meant to be this difficult seeing the top view. Strangely it is. Identity has been and will be a dubious ideology. Too many choices and loop holes in everything. Self sufficiency seems paralled to nirvana but it is not. After two years in a new environment and understanding rheoteric patterns it feels sick to accept that the same problem is persisting since childhood. Apparently I find some people I truly like but their habbits and ideologies have become so tainted, its a tragedy personally for me. Its time to make some decisions. Hanging on to everything is not going to work for long. I am longing for simplistic forms of living. Often suffering from a superiority complex and showing to major symptoms of a personality disorder of Schizoid. Hopefully courage will take over exceptional and immature beliefs in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know sanity is prevalent but its overall base is still to be built.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-3605000562329351485?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/3605000562329351485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=3605000562329351485' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/3605000562329351485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/3605000562329351485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2008/05/disturbance.html' title='Disturbance'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-7173012400174817395</id><published>2008-04-20T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T08:38:47.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>Its beautiful, how everytime a new realization ponders upon our thinking when silence is felt beneath our feet. &lt;strong&gt;Learning from people around and thinking when no one's around&lt;/strong&gt;. The peace, solace and comfort of silence makes substance abuse sound cheap. The belief to be anything anytime, and still making mistakes knowing it harms us is just the absence of peace in our lifes. The bigger picture is always a mirage but the present is much more satisfying when its thought out in a very calm manner. Anger, anxiety, fear is just immaturity which feeds on us when we think in a cocooned manner. Maybe its never going to be that perfect but knowing that is more satisfying than any success ever achieved. I often envy calm people and love to learn form them all the time. When love overcomes hatred and acceptance overcomes expectations...is when you feel the power of silence is your life. Being satisfied with third standards is just being lazy but knowing where it works and where it fails is brilliant. A calm and composed mind can overcome any hurdle which is nurtured by potion of silence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-7173012400174817395?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/7173012400174817395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=7173012400174817395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/7173012400174817395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/7173012400174817395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2008/04/silence.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-6033085540737464694</id><published>2008-03-28T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T12:55:29.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>I never understood weather it is possible to forgive anyone truly. As humans we tend to care for people n love becomes something people really treasure. Having hurt people myself I did realize that sometimes nothing works. No matter how much you do or say, the one word or action ruins everything. Time I thought can be a healer but its just so much insecurity and confusion that builds up that finally you just let go. People do change. I have changed so much over time and when I look back at certain incidents, I just feel so sad for the way I acted. Life is always a learning experience but sometimes some lessons are just too hard n live on for a life time. I learnt the importance of being genuine and not looking down at people.If I could ever get apology from some people who I have totally lost touch with, It would actually mean the world to me.I still wish to do anything to get back things I have lost but sometimes realizing how the other person gets offended is so much of a reason to sit back and live the pain. Thinking of new ways to revive lost thoughts and feelings, soon to realize how it all becomes and remains in the mind only and sometimes comes down as words. I never thought I am a bad person but I do make big mistakes couresy my immaculate confidence and self belief. Some mistakes have been etched so deep in my heart that whenever someone tries to come close, it just hurts so much more.  Achievements, matiruity, thoughts, helping people  n all such things become futile sometime if the time is gone. When people say that you dont even know them so much after complications occur, It just kills everything. Well nobody can judge and will judge all I can say is that I am terribly sorry.  The personal image does drop as society judges, let people be sometimes. Nobody is that perfect and feels a big loss time and again.I know what I need and still believe it is very tough to come. Well nobody can judge and will judge all I can say is that I am terribly sorry.  Sorry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-6033085540737464694?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/6033085540737464694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=6033085540737464694' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/6033085540737464694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/6033085540737464694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2008/03/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-920376686460966609</id><published>2008-03-27T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T12:28:38.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is reality...My confusions and confessions</title><content type='html'>I honestly detest harbouring any sort of confusions in my mind. At a recent debate I was asked what my definition of reality is. Somehow my ability to present arguments which give a different angle all the time was strangled. Making up some good english sentences I left the stage admitting the judge got the better side of the idealist me. Coming out of pessimism earlier in my life, I had defined reality as the ability to achieve anything and everything. To my surprise there were to be many clauses to this thinking.Destiny was cursed enough thankfully, to not waste an iota of space in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reality is governed by our hopes,passions,achievements,people. Most of the factors depend on us to draft ourselves the way we like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the field of science, art and commerce impossible is but a word of intimidation. Dreaming is a prerequisite to devlop the vision and the idea. Hardwork,Intelligence and genral personality play a major role in framing the outcome. All these things can me mended provided the resources and commitment is there.In short it is a possibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Relationships and people however have abstract behaviour. "You can never make anyone love you". Free will has to be respected to bring out feelings from within rather than being instigated by fear or social insecurity or any other dubious factor. It hurts idealistic people the most to accept this fact and maintain a psychological balance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a certain time a being does not possess the sources to achieve what he wishes. The causes can be limitation of thoughts,materialistic shortcomings, emotional bindings etc. Timing is again an important factor. Realising that timing is a factor is a bigger factor. Keeping these loopholes in mind reality can be defined as "sensible dreaming and subsequent achieving". This statement chokes the ideology of life being one's best friend to offer anything and everything we wish provided we work on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Nobody thought it was possible to have a concept like "relativity" until Einstein started working on it. His reality was a journey rather than a destination.He could never bring out "The Theory Of Everything" which combined Quantum Mechanics and General Relativity. Until now it has not been found. Scientists have been working on a theory called " String/Membrane Theory" for the last twenty years to solve this problem which just shows how some people think with no strings attached. The end result is obviously a fruit to savour, however the path is more brilliant. Of dreaming the extraordinary and woking towards it. Success in this regard depends on the same factors described before ranging from intelligence to limitations. The risk involved is much more but satisfaction as many believe putting themselves in other's shoes is higher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature can often play spoil sport and there are even situations where man has won over nautre be the vertical spread of Earthquake ridden Tokyo or the entire existance of mankind during the Ice Age. However if the planet was to be striked out by some phenomena of nature we could not have done anything to prevent it. Or maybe we could have. Just our belief that we cannot, helps to convince us that we cannot. If someone starts working on such vague complications we might just have a solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem arises in estimating the power and influence of (Nature/ God/Supernatural Entities/Destiny). Anyone and everyone who has tried to give a scientific solution related to this has been unsuccessful. Till now basic concepts like Evolution have not been decoded.Religious doctrines often define the limitaion of the human race and offer advice to devlop faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall outcome comes to a choice of deciding your interpretation of reality. My Personal belief is that some universal power governs the entire system. I have no fear in accepting that I belive in challenging it whenever required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can dream about anything. The more we work for it our chances increase of achieving it. Let the road be your prerogative achievements will surprise you. This is reality for me.                                       &lt;br /&gt;                                                        That debate should have been won.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-920376686460966609?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/920376686460966609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=920376686460966609' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/920376686460966609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/920376686460966609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2008/03/what-is-realitymy-confusions-and.html' title='What is reality...My confusions and confessions'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-1092445016807101877</id><published>2008-03-20T09:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T09:43:53.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Random'/><title type='text'>Swimming back to reality</title><content type='html'>Some why’s need to be left&lt;br /&gt;Some doors need to be shut&lt;br /&gt;Some feelings need to be numb&lt;br /&gt;Some happiness needs to be fake&lt;br /&gt;Some hope needs to be there&lt;br /&gt;Some dumbness should be fed in&lt;br /&gt;Some illusions need to be real&lt;br /&gt;Some dreams should be tainted&lt;br /&gt;Some time needs to be given&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-1092445016807101877?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/1092445016807101877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=1092445016807101877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/1092445016807101877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/1092445016807101877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2008/03/swimming-back-to-reality.html' title='Swimming back to reality'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-825882927216539986</id><published>2008-03-01T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T08:35:37.941-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Introspection'/><title type='text'>So many people hate me</title><content type='html'>I always grew up wanting to be liked by everyone.Wanting to be appreciated basically an attention seeking phobia. I mended my reality a lot and myself to some extend to get to the good side of a lot of people.Somehow it took me a few years to get good at it and then I mastered it.The one key was to be genuine and a good listener.But soon I realised I did not have an identity of my own and different people had different opinions of me. I had become a perfect public figure. For a long time I hung on to it but now I have started to break free of it. When I meet someone I can figure out which side of me to instigate. However, it seems so fake to be someone I am not just for their sake.Eventhough I always maintained a set of values, I was chained by people.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I have started becoming what I want to and now so many people hate me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;There are clashes of identity of being cool,emotional,artistic,intelligent,practical,idealistic,nice and I find comany for each sect. A perfect amalgamation is impossible and it always ends up being random.My lack of commitment and rather openess makes me hated in a lot of ways among different sects.The people I want to love the most end up hating me the most&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Its a classic example of Genius Failure paradox.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;What saves me usually is my general love for mankind and kind nature.Honestly,I know what I am doing is just an effort for exposure and it is exactly how I define college life.I need stability sometime soon realising the minor futility of the concept.There is no end to learning and exposure.I will never be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It hurts sometime when you are hated.Maybe this is just a transition or just a begining.Since I dont choose a stereotypical life, I have got to get used to it.Just that I prefer having a few people who understand me the way I am and dont hate me ! I always have seen this reality becoming a mirage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to practice what I preach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;The Google approach to Life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"Its Simple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-825882927216539986?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/825882927216539986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=825882927216539986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/825882927216539986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/825882927216539986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2008/03/so-many-people-hate-me.html' title='So many people hate me'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-6383897044646688850</id><published>2008-01-27T06:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T07:22:17.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sientific'/><title type='text'>Hybrid Cars.....My technical Side</title><content type='html'>As if to answer what 2008 will bring in the world of green motoring, the global price of oil passed the symbolic mark of $100 per barrel in early January. Oil is not going to last for more than 50 years seeing the current usage statistics and the natural gas is bound to be extinguished in about 100 years. The fossil fuels can produce up to 6.3 billion liters and it is estimated that natural processes can only absorb about half of that amount so there is a net increase of 3.2 billion tons of atmospheric carbon dioxide per year. This contributes excessively to Global Warming. There is the need for application of better and smarter technology keeping the global prospective in mind. We are experimenting with Bio-diesel engines, CNG, LPG, hybrids, electric cars, fuel cell cars.&lt;br /&gt;There are only philosophies floating around these days and no concrete ideology is accepted to be the savior of the future. From CRDi engines we are moving to SIDi engines (Spark Ignition Direct Injection).The small sector market is the largest in India with the Alto being the largest selling car in 2007.Recently the Suzuki company developed a 660cc Turbo-engine for the mini sized car. The present technologies, seem to provide a temporary solution and hybrids excel in this front in most places around the world.&lt;br /&gt;The hybrid car market in the US redefined all auto economics and sold l00,000 plus cars in 2007.The Toyota Prius itself sold about 35,000 units in November 2007. There are exceptions which make the scenario more interesting. In places like Germany 40% (courtesy : Bosch statistics) of the C02 generated is from electricity generation sector. Hence using Hybrid/Electric cars does not entirely solve the purpose of reducing Global Warming everywhere. All car batteries are conventional lead acid batteries. They worry that a hybrid utopia might turn into a toxic nightmare where the nickel metal hydride batteries in today's hybrids end up in landfills. However a running horse produces the same amount of CO2 as that produced by an automobile (courtesy: SAE confrence in Delhi 2008) so some analysts say that exhaust fumes do not contribute a lot to Global Warming. Hybrid cars is a not a revolutionary idea but is does have a very good sense of application and is most apt in the current affairs. What goes on under the hood to give you 20 or 30 more miles per gallon than the standard automobile?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-6383897044646688850?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/6383897044646688850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=6383897044646688850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/6383897044646688850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/6383897044646688850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2008/01/hybrid-carsmy-technical-side.html' title='Hybrid Cars.....My technical Side'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-3400202957638712072</id><published>2008-01-13T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T04:04:52.473-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happy notes'/><title type='text'>White Noise</title><content type='html'>A fresh start to old frustrations&lt;br /&gt;A fresh start to new ambitions&lt;br /&gt;A fresh start to feeling people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Endings can be strange though followed by fresh beginnings&lt;br /&gt;I dont feel entangled with any burdens of love,regret,pain,happiness&lt;br /&gt;It is so empty yet so peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I am getting over her&lt;br /&gt;It is so calm inside&lt;br /&gt;The breeze is smoothly blowing&lt;br /&gt;The sun is peacefully seetting&lt;br /&gt;The leaves are quietly wispering&lt;br /&gt;I am just caressing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness can be disappointing&lt;br /&gt;Commitment can be healing&lt;br /&gt;Reality can be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The present is nothing but resilient&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a &lt;em&gt;new beginning&lt;/em&gt;..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-3400202957638712072?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-1285151868890356609</id><published>2007-12-29T23:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T23:33:59.771-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love you so much.....</title><content type='html'>Why do &lt;strong&gt;I love you so much&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I forget you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much can I escape you?&lt;br /&gt;How much can I escape reality?&lt;br /&gt;I use to always laugh at emotional losers&lt;br /&gt;Now fate is laughing at me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wish to write in fear it moves me closer to you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you so much&lt;/strong&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My imagination is moving to higher dimensions&lt;br /&gt;This seams more real to me….&lt;br /&gt;This world seems so painful….&lt;br /&gt;I can do anything to be with you&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful moments are etched in my memory&lt;br /&gt;I cant erase it&lt;br /&gt;Please help me god….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going insane….&lt;br /&gt;My tears have lost their value..&lt;br /&gt;I feel so lonely&lt;br /&gt;I feel so fake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe so much in myself&lt;br /&gt;Your one thought shatters it to pieces and pieces&lt;br /&gt;I feel all achievements are useless….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please god…….I do so many good things…..I help so many people….I feel so many people….&lt;br /&gt;Help me god….&lt;br /&gt;My life has been going from bad to worse….&lt;br /&gt;No one; absolutely no one to love….only street children to love and feel&lt;br /&gt;Getting higher on pseudo platforms n more hollow from inside&lt;br /&gt;Laughing more n more on outside and howling on the inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still wake up in the morning wishing for your good health and good life….&lt;br /&gt;I still sleep thinking about you n praying for your happiness&lt;br /&gt;I was never this weak….I am capable of being loved by so many people….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I still love you so much&lt;/strong&gt;….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am made for a very bright future….&lt;br /&gt;I still feel it so artificial….&lt;br /&gt;I will work for the UN, Directing a movie, have a company listed on the nasdaq, open many orphanages, drive a Rollys Royce Phantom..&lt;br /&gt;All useless…..without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am such a gentleman and feel so ashamed of emotionally hurting you so much…&lt;br /&gt;Please forgive me….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will not see the new year…&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I don’t want to see this new year…&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world seems dear to me…&lt;br /&gt;I am courageous enough to kill myself….&lt;br /&gt;But not cowardly enough to escape you….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why cant I tell myself that you don’t care for me…&lt;br /&gt;I live on hope….&lt;br /&gt;I take long walks and think about you….&lt;br /&gt;I feel you everywhere…&lt;br /&gt;I get high only to feel you more in the most unimaginable decency&lt;br /&gt;I was so nice to you but never good enough…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give people relationship advice…&lt;br /&gt;I stare at myself in the mirror and ask why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t know how long I will live….&lt;br /&gt;My arrogance has been slaughtered by the pain I am feeling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you hate me….&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this will free me from this world and pain someday..&lt;br /&gt;This is my hope for happiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love honest words and feel every word I write….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-1285151868890356609?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-7476566846008136688</id><published>2007-11-08T05:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-08T05:25:25.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am...</title><content type='html'>An artist by nature&lt;br /&gt;A manager by profession&lt;br /&gt;An intellectual by liking&lt;br /&gt;A philanthropist by heart&lt;br /&gt;A bastard by wisdom&lt;br /&gt;A friend of emotions&lt;br /&gt;A lover in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;The one in reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is my change a reality?&lt;br /&gt;How real is my change?&lt;br /&gt;I am understanding how to live my life&lt;br /&gt;I am believing I can live my life&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling happiness again in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends is not what I need&lt;br /&gt;Love is not my greed&lt;br /&gt;Hatred is not to my breed&lt;br /&gt;Sex is not my feed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind is the creator and destroyer of reality&lt;br /&gt;My values define honesty without duality&lt;br /&gt;There is egoism reaching out with humbleness&lt;br /&gt;There is a confidence with fumbleness&lt;br /&gt;I am a child realizing I was cocooned for a long time&lt;br /&gt;My past was a gift from the spirit and the present is just fine&lt;br /&gt;I have become an idealist with practicality&lt;br /&gt;Accumulated wisdom which is a vitality&lt;br /&gt;Every failure kills me deep from inside&lt;br /&gt;Obvious mistakes in my subconscious mind reside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many times I sound like an arrogant bastard&lt;br /&gt;I am not self obsessed though I do have problems liking people&lt;br /&gt;Emotional intelligence is present and its just the icing on the cake&lt;br /&gt;Politeness comes naturally for genuine people&lt;br /&gt;Insight comes for the others.&lt;br /&gt;I am not the one in many visualizations and ideologies&lt;br /&gt;There is hypocrisy and the want to be the best&lt;br /&gt;Maturity sinks below dignity and mistakes rise beyond the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait for synchronous thinking&lt;br /&gt;I wait for psychological linking&lt;br /&gt;Confusions has been deep routed in the subconscious&lt;br /&gt;Logic is the base for the conscious&lt;br /&gt;The iceberg has to be melted&lt;br /&gt;“It’s a possibility” I have felt it.&lt;br /&gt;Too many quotes as the pacemaker&lt;br /&gt;Too many mistakes as the wisdom maker&lt;br /&gt;A longing for love and lust for sex&lt;br /&gt;Contradictory thinking and enlightened zest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-7476566846008136688?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-3497313561571353982</id><published>2007-09-28T12:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-28T12:46:34.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gift</title><content type='html'>Hi…since am so far away (thank god for that!) n this is the cheapest way to get a treat out of you so here goes some lies!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a world that is virtually real&lt;br /&gt;It becomes tough to hold on……&lt;br /&gt;In a world that is politically incorrect&lt;br /&gt;It becomes tough to remain untorn….&lt;br /&gt;In a world that is sexually emotional&lt;br /&gt;It becomes tough to find people long gone…&lt;br /&gt;In a world that is morally flawed&lt;br /&gt;It becomes tough to have values which are not molested upon….&lt;br /&gt;In a world which is satanically religious&lt;br /&gt;It becomes tough to pray until dawn…..&lt;br /&gt;In a world which is colored black n white&lt;br /&gt;In a world of prejudice n false might…&lt;br /&gt;Were Mandela n Gandhi right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the world as I see it&lt;br /&gt;You have to resurrect it bit by bit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can make the mirage a reality if you wish&lt;br /&gt;You can be a Micheal Moore if you wish&lt;br /&gt;There can be evanescence of Marilyn Monroe’s if you wish&lt;br /&gt;You can be a Mother Teresa if you wish&lt;br /&gt;You can be a Dalai Lama if you wish&lt;br /&gt;You can prove that Mandela and Gandhi were right, if you wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one that is all I want to say dear&lt;br /&gt;The world is at your feet and waiting for you&lt;br /&gt;I have known you for long now&lt;br /&gt;Judged you when your unawareness has kept you busy        &lt;br /&gt;There is a perfect blend and coherence of Simplicity and Beauty&lt;br /&gt;Your values are commendable and decision making sane&lt;br /&gt;Some confusions and immaturity still seeps in making you a real person&lt;br /&gt;There is rigidity in you which can be harmfulTime is a great teacher and the right balance will be mastered&lt;br /&gt;Sweetness reaches a new dimension and you can be so nice&lt;br /&gt;Dumbness reaches a new dimension and you can be so stupid!!&lt;br /&gt;I have so had so many laughs with you and memories just sweep by in my head&lt;br /&gt;Made so much fun of you n still you have laughed all along with me….&lt;br /&gt;Time has moved on n friendship looses its essence with time&lt;br /&gt;Different people in ourselves and around gain influence as u must have realized&lt;br /&gt;I did not remember your birthday n you only call on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;The road will only go where we take it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have words to explain how special you are&lt;br /&gt;Your one thought brings happiness incomparable by far&lt;br /&gt;People might call you comfortably dumb&lt;br /&gt;For those people feelings have long gone numb&lt;br /&gt; I have always made fun of you&lt;br /&gt;But my respect for you is so true&lt;br /&gt;So rejoice cause an angel was born this day&lt;br /&gt;I have been blessed enough to be your friend till today&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for the time you have ever given me&lt;br /&gt;For u will not believe how secure it has led me to be&lt;br /&gt;I don’t boast of liking people as such&lt;br /&gt;But you have changed my opinion so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless you n have a great day!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your friend with loads of lies&lt;br /&gt;Rishabh&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-3497313561571353982?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/3497313561571353982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=3497313561571353982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/3497313561571353982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/3497313561571353982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2007/09/gift_28.html' title='Gift'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-2627302535456287789</id><published>2007-09-01T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T12:28:30.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IF.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;The word beats the silence far across&lt;br /&gt;It mutes the thunders torturing my soul&lt;br /&gt;I feed on fantasy for just a while……..&lt;br /&gt;This road seems to go for miles and miles…..&lt;br /&gt;Struggle seems to loose significance&lt;br /&gt;As life moves towards magnificence&lt;br /&gt;It sucks the pain out of reality&lt;br /&gt;Seems much more than vitality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if I never grew up so early…&lt;br /&gt;What if I never witnessed the violence’s  that I did…&lt;br /&gt;What if I ever made friends….&lt;br /&gt;What if u loved me….&lt;br /&gt;For once….just once…&lt;br /&gt;My faith in god would be restored&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emotions storm inside as my life stares at me&lt;br /&gt;Misunderstood realities mock at me&lt;br /&gt;My inability to live the perfect life&lt;br /&gt;to cry and still dream of the perfect life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; the word if strengthens me to hold on….&lt;br /&gt;To stitch the realities ruthlessly torn&lt;br /&gt;To feel the reasons and logic long gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But still there is comfort in pain…&lt;br /&gt;For change is what we all are afraid of&lt;br /&gt;Surely there is nothing to gain&lt;br /&gt;My feet are stuck and it’s hard to move on…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take deep breaths to understand more than I can write&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in life ever seems to go right….&lt;br /&gt;Its just a will survive&lt;br /&gt;To prove that my values were right…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  I can love anyone again….&lt;br /&gt;If I can be loved by anyone again…&lt;br /&gt;If I can feel the zest in my viens again…&lt;br /&gt;If I can believe once again that “ I am the one”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life will become worth living…&lt;br /&gt;The sky will tear and the grounds will shake&lt;br /&gt;For I have come to existence again&lt;br /&gt;I will move faster than light  and caress through all the black holes&lt;br /&gt;For I am the universe and the universe is me….&lt;br /&gt;If only I can…if only…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-2627302535456287789?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/2627302535456287789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=2627302535456287789' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/2627302535456287789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/2627302535456287789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2007/09/if.html' title='IF.......'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-4356284525737862647</id><published>2007-07-19T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-19T09:44:51.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy to be sad.....</title><content type='html'>the depthness of life seems too shallow&lt;br /&gt;i meet people who are very hollow&lt;br /&gt;feelings are squashed under the feet&lt;br /&gt;i dont even get time to weep&lt;br /&gt;i am moving faster than i ever did&lt;br /&gt;as even my shadow has started to haunt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel like an intellectual fool&lt;br /&gt;i failed and now i must pay my dues&lt;br /&gt;my heart aches n begs me to cry&lt;br /&gt;still i just feel like holding on to those feelings&lt;br /&gt;there is comfort in pain&lt;br /&gt;where is god now when i ask him for a personal gain....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where did i go wrong&lt;br /&gt;what else could i have done&lt;br /&gt;all i wanted was your happiness&lt;br /&gt;with some love in return&lt;br /&gt;u did not even care to take the gifts i collected for u&lt;br /&gt;i cherished them n lived in them for a long time...&lt;br /&gt;how could u be so inhuman....&lt;br /&gt;but i know what u went through&lt;br /&gt;n i really respect u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my selfish nature abounds in my writing&lt;br /&gt;it was my fault as u never loved me....&lt;br /&gt;it was one truth i never wanted to accept&lt;br /&gt;for i never give up....&lt;br /&gt;but even my best was not enough....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have lost my poetic sense....&lt;br /&gt;the beauty in my poems dissolved...&lt;br /&gt;for the happiest man is sad today&lt;br /&gt;wondering how life ever became this way....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have wasted enough time crying....&lt;br /&gt;and i wish that my writing devours the tears in my eyes now....&lt;br /&gt;am so happy that i am crying now...&lt;br /&gt;its a new feeling....&lt;br /&gt;i want to forget everything n take it out of me...&lt;br /&gt;i lack the courage to be alive n the nievity to die....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i will live again as i feel myself again...&lt;br /&gt;i wish u all the happiness in your life&lt;br /&gt;and this dream which is my life will come true...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-4356284525737862647?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/4356284525737862647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7518354477678755270&amp;postID=4356284525737862647' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/4356284525737862647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7518354477678755270/posts/default/4356284525737862647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/2007/07/happy-to-be-sad.html' title='happy to be sad.....'/><author><name>rishabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12861944509459299149</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='19' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-4J4dnFQ3Y30/ToWT8Fo3IXI/AAAAAAAAACk/WiFCyjlvgfI/s220/302498_10150821548375114_508605113_20688749_1865576892_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7518354477678755270.post-2260913213855893397</id><published>2007-03-09T23:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T23:46:20.126-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coldness'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;why was i born...the question haunted me since the age of 8....i started with nothing in life... .be it materialistic, emotonal,spiritual.there was nothin... nothin at all....started as the laughing stock n basically i grew up too early....i lacked that innocence....started thinkin too much at an early age.......i decided to put an end to it....i wanted money,public fame,respect n power.....i sorted out the way of making people feel inferior....they would respect me out of fear....somehow it never worked out.....once the apex is reached in terms of social status i let it go....falling in the trap of trusting people...n i tumble back to where i started only makin it worse by exposin myself.....then i try n instill some maturity in myself.....find a purpose of living,reason for existance and happiness was the only answer.....a mix of materialistic,emotional,spiritual,public fame came the right answer....i decided to stop following anyone n make my own way....n i realized with conviction i got them to follow me....that just made me loose my faith in them n made me laugh at them.....the gullability is so seen....so i become cold....doing what i feel is right...n i end up feeling a bit lonely at times...i suffer from a superiority complex.....its difficult to find people worth putting into.....having fallen so many times......reachin the apex of the social circle i feel i dont like these people...i dont like anyone.....going a bit low the people more humble end up boring me at times.....seeing a soluton is tough...practicality is tough but the answer.....a rolling ball is the right way....do i have people of my clang somewhere....cant see them n i seem to perfer now leaving my mark on only a few people.....to the rest the mask feels right n practical....but i should be happy...i never expected to be appreciated by them....only a few people will be able to get my warmth n i will get from a few....i do my job being secure n leave the rest on the almighty...whose presence is an illusion to keep me happy..this is the purpose....shakesphere said that " life is a tragedy to those to feel n funny to those who think"....n i work on a right mix....i will succced in the materialistic world...just hope to live up to my morals…with nobody having the ability to judge me other than myself….i will practice selfishness with practicality with a right amount of emotional input varing person to person&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7518354477678755270-2260913213855893397?l=rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rishabhkapoor87.blogspot.com/feeds/2260913213855893397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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