<?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-7085488413353718743</id><updated>2011-09-29T07:19:48.864+05:30</updated><category term='romance'/><category term='dark'/><category term='eyes'/><category term='friday'/><category term='domination'/><category term='poem'/><category term='mistrust'/><category term='drive'/><category term='meaning'/><category term='song'/><category term='definition'/><category term='hell'/><category term='imagination'/><category term='war'/><category term='illusion'/><category term='end'/><category term='passion'/><category term='lover'/><category term='cold'/><category term='fire'/><category term='desire'/><category term='fantasy'/><category term='aroma'/><category term='goodbye'/><category term='missing'/><category term='frustration'/><category term='captivation'/><category term='smell'/><category term='love'/><category term='park'/><category term='lust'/><title type='text'>Yours Xcruciatingly</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' 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day dawned&lt;br /&gt;I saw you come alive&lt;br /&gt;And that pretty yawn&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry my little dream&lt;br /&gt;For I did not know the plan&lt;br /&gt;Years will go by&lt;br /&gt;And hope you will understand&lt;br /&gt;For once and for a little while&lt;br /&gt;My wishes had come true&lt;br /&gt;That I was born to take care of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-8485421585901167088?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/8485421585901167088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=8485421585901167088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will be around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will come back crashing here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Down to the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I lurk up slowly to your near&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I can always be found&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You will embrace me and kiss me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no one will hear a sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The highs that you hit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have equal lows beneath&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As you discover the highs really quit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Until you want an another hit&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back to the square where only brave dare&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You climb up with your spirits&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Leaving it all behind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And too afraid to even look down&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wait until the night comes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will be around&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My name is loneliness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I will bury you into the ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-2351073211489244813?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/2351073211489244813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=2351073211489244813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/2351073211489244813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/2351073211489244813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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repair&lt;br /&gt;Scared by the thought of&lt;br /&gt;Being dissolved into a path not seen&lt;br /&gt;Even if darkness surrounds&lt;br /&gt;It can feel the touch of the surrounded&lt;br /&gt;And she is scared for there might be light&lt;br /&gt;That could smother away the darkness&lt;br /&gt;But then she has one question&lt;br /&gt;As to how do I look?&lt;br /&gt;He takes out a mirror&lt;br /&gt;To let darkness see herself&lt;br /&gt;Alas! To see in the mirror she needs light&lt;br /&gt;And asks him to show the light&lt;br /&gt;As the light sinks deep within into her&lt;br /&gt;The world breaks apart&lt;br /&gt;For the night to end and the dawn to come&lt;br /&gt;And since then upon&lt;br /&gt;They meet each other everyday&lt;br /&gt;Smothering each other&lt;br /&gt;As one dissolves into the other&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-4243910093027127718?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/4243910093027127718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=4243910093027127718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/4243910093027127718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/4243910093027127718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2011/03/splitting-darkness.html' title='Splitting Darkness'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-2074341713780938360</id><published>2010-12-31T11:32:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-31T11:35:07.091+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rise and rise...</title><content type='html'>rise and rise until people fall&lt;br /&gt;let them wait let them call&lt;br /&gt;leave them behind for they remind&lt;br /&gt;only of pain and laugh when u fall&lt;br /&gt;when u see urself failing&lt;br /&gt;come join this force all alone&lt;br /&gt;and show them what ur&lt;br /&gt;and for what u've been&lt;br /&gt;there will be a time&lt;br /&gt;when things would split apart&lt;br /&gt;and would shine inside of u&lt;br /&gt;that rockstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rise and rise until the skies disappear&lt;br /&gt;and there remains no fear&lt;br /&gt;for once remind urself about this one life&lt;br /&gt;and all the joys and pains of a strife&lt;br /&gt;when u see urself back naked&lt;br /&gt;u would be born again&lt;br /&gt;to learn back how to walk&lt;br /&gt;and then to run&lt;br /&gt;don't then ever look back&lt;br /&gt;and make ur own road in dreams&lt;br /&gt;and make them come real&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rise...'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-2526139451756638732</id><published>2010-10-29T23:43:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-29T23:44:30.166+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Second Hand Love</title><content type='html'>your second hand love&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it from above&lt;br /&gt;the more the deeper i look&lt;br /&gt;shallow i feel as a cheap book&lt;br /&gt;still i wait for u to show&lt;br /&gt;the feeling that once used 2 glow&lt;br /&gt;ur smell still makes me feel so good&lt;br /&gt;but ur touch is a lie under the hood&lt;br /&gt;am still walking the road along with u&lt;br /&gt;may be i can keep up with u&lt;br /&gt;as the yellow milestones make up my years&lt;br /&gt;and the path covered with raindrop tears&lt;br /&gt;your second hand love&lt;br /&gt;i can feel it from above&lt;br /&gt;a bleeding heart of a dead white dove&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-2526139451756638732?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/2526139451756638732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=2526139451756638732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/2526139451756638732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/2526139451756638732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2010/10/second-hand-love.html' title='Second Hand Love'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-3319318881620738213</id><published>2010-10-28T20:39:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-28T20:41:45.786+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Missed</title><content type='html'>staring at the other cars&lt;br /&gt;going by the way&lt;br /&gt;the night was getting closer&lt;br /&gt;and the time slipping away&lt;br /&gt;things that i would never do&lt;br /&gt;or thoughts i would ever think&lt;br /&gt;may be u would want me 2&lt;br /&gt;show me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clinging on 2 just one finger&lt;br /&gt;wanting 2 get in close&lt;br /&gt;was that just a cute thing&lt;br /&gt;or a thorn within the rose&lt;br /&gt;gasping for just one more moment&lt;br /&gt;wanting 2 stop the clock&lt;br /&gt;but the road sign ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;was the place i had 2 be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catching your fading glimpse&lt;br /&gt;as u walk away&lt;br /&gt;this defeating feeling never sinks&lt;br /&gt;for it would never be this way&lt;br /&gt;as much as i am wanting 2&lt;br /&gt;is it the same on other side&lt;br /&gt;but the time passed with the changing view&lt;br /&gt;as i missed u with u&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-3319318881620738213?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-44664719780567602</id><published>2010-10-10T16:15:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-10T16:16:25.995+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Dream Stars</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Waiting for the stars to come out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And then finding the silver light&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shining through the skin of a perfect angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Falling over the threaded blanket of dreams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Shattering it all as my soul screams&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They scatter all over the place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Of my time continuum&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for some more time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To come together&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like a birds feathers and fly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk back to my room&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Where someone was waiting and wanting you soon&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While my soul regroups&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let my mind fly over to the darker side&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And come over with no bounds&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Waiting for who makes a call&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope you never see your dreams fall&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For there might be a hope of stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Covered beneath your facade&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let them show, let them go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-44664719780567602?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/44664719780567602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=44664719780567602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/44664719780567602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/44664719780567602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2010/10/dream-stars.html' title='Dream Stars'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-5383214302316934687</id><published>2010-10-05T02:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-10-05T02:13:39.408+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Chocolate Stains</title><content type='html'>As if there was nothing in the beginning&lt;br /&gt;And the stars were taking up shape&lt;br /&gt;There were no birds singing&lt;br /&gt;While the outlines got drawn&lt;br /&gt;Second after second came out violent colors&lt;br /&gt;Out of the color black&lt;br /&gt;The smell of your flavors&lt;br /&gt;Could cause a subtle heart attack&lt;br /&gt;Though transparent showed your mind&lt;br /&gt;Rays could still not get through&lt;br /&gt;May be it was sunny on the other side&lt;br /&gt;Or your trapped feeling wanting to thaw from a cold ice blue&lt;br /&gt;It evolved with time and it still is&lt;br /&gt;New animals taking shape&lt;br /&gt;On the whims of a wish&lt;br /&gt;Short of breath&lt;br /&gt;Out of water&lt;br /&gt;Was a dying fish&lt;br /&gt;Frozen was the time&lt;br /&gt;But only for some moments&lt;br /&gt;As you left behind chocolate stains&lt;br /&gt;On my bed sheets&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-5383214302316934687?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/5383214302316934687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=5383214302316934687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/5383214302316934687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/5383214302316934687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2010/10/chocolate-stains.html' title='Chocolate Stains'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-8857038218721152973</id><published>2010-04-28T21:10:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-28T21:11:31.455+05:30</updated><title type='text'>It was the night...</title><content type='html'>I could move you with my fingertips&lt;br /&gt;I could feel you in the air&lt;br /&gt;I could hear a hear beat skip&lt;br /&gt;And touch your soul in despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were always so many possibilities&lt;br /&gt;Like chances came out of nowhere&lt;br /&gt;There was no insane politics&lt;br /&gt;Everything seemed to be so fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the night when it all happened&lt;br /&gt;And the morning sun would never be the same&lt;br /&gt;Happy people appear all saddened&lt;br /&gt;And my high head now walks in shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do remember a few things&lt;br /&gt;That I had a few songs to sing&lt;br /&gt;I think I have something to confide&lt;br /&gt;That it was the night when my songs died&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-8857038218721152973?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/8857038218721152973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-5882345641127777612</id><published>2009-01-31T01:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-31T01:19:14.216+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Am I?</title><content type='html'>where i can smell the sand&lt;br /&gt;and hear the cries of solitude&lt;br /&gt;where i can see myself&lt;br /&gt;holding on to the tree&lt;br /&gt;that stood right behind the door&lt;br /&gt;that opened up to those mornings&lt;br /&gt;where the sun could just walk in&lt;br /&gt;and say hi&lt;br /&gt;when i could feel the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;of singing to myself&lt;br /&gt;when there was a sense of time&lt;br /&gt;that would rhyme&lt;br /&gt;to the tune of a burning fire&lt;br /&gt;of that innocent desire&lt;br /&gt;and then came knocking down&lt;br /&gt;the notion of maturity&lt;br /&gt;that pulled down the whole kingdom&lt;br /&gt;of mine&lt;br /&gt;no longer was i the only one&lt;br /&gt;wanting to reign in my flights of freedom&lt;br /&gt;coming out of a simple&lt;br /&gt;touch of a hand&lt;br /&gt;but was surrounded by&lt;br /&gt;this ever evading moving target&lt;br /&gt;of being someone&lt;br /&gt;of being somewhere&lt;br /&gt;now at times&lt;br /&gt;a tune somewhere playing&lt;br /&gt;can strike to a sense that once&lt;br /&gt;would make me walk out&lt;br /&gt;and here i am now&lt;br /&gt;trying to make sense of&lt;br /&gt;of freedom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-5882345641127777612?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/5882345641127777612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='park'/><title type='text'>Mystery Mist</title><content type='html'>Breaking the veil of the mystery mist&lt;br /&gt;Of being back again and being kissed&lt;br /&gt;For there was no business for the law&lt;br /&gt;As it was laid down to be broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where in the house of fire&lt;br /&gt;Ran amok the raging horses&lt;br /&gt;Run away or get trampled&lt;br /&gt;For there were no choices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As skin was the fashion around&lt;br /&gt;And the background noises and the breathing sound&lt;br /&gt;The lost treasure was buried deep&lt;br /&gt;And deep in you it was found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mind took over the body&lt;br /&gt;And friction ran dry&lt;br /&gt;And won the person with the fury&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind the laces an injury&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When sometime again you'll take a walk&lt;br /&gt;Into the dark alleys of the park&lt;br /&gt;You will find traces in a gist&lt;br /&gt;Of the veil of the mystery mist&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-4263495423274963056?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/4263495423274963056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=4263495423274963056' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/4263495423274963056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/4263495423274963056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/06/mystery-mist.html' title='Mystery Mist'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-4785154072116863322</id><published>2007-05-29T15:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-29T15:33:32.831+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fire'/><title type='text'>Not just another number</title><content type='html'>As the city slept&lt;br /&gt;There was a fire in a room&lt;br /&gt;And the sparks turning into flames&lt;br /&gt;With every motion and a move&lt;br /&gt;Mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Multiplied the images&lt;br /&gt;Of burning flesh&lt;br /&gt;As the fire rages&lt;br /&gt;A pen might move on&lt;br /&gt;To fill the pages&lt;br /&gt;With every second passing&lt;br /&gt;Wine of passion ages&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the city slept&lt;br /&gt;None could put out the fire&lt;br /&gt;With the friction of the skin&lt;br /&gt;Every flame went even higher&lt;br /&gt;And as it touched the water&lt;br /&gt;The mirror was a mist&lt;br /&gt;With the fingers of my hand&lt;br /&gt;I write your name&lt;br /&gt;For the fire belongs to you&lt;br /&gt;And not just anyone&lt;br /&gt;The city would sleep again&lt;br /&gt;In an another One O Two One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-4785154072116863322?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/4785154072116863322/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-7396591168433610510</id><published>2007-05-10T17:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-05-10T17:07:52.923+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='aroma'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='romance'/><title type='text'>Whiff</title><content type='html'>Count the seconds or count the stars&lt;br /&gt;For it can go on forever&lt;br /&gt;Fake your insides and take the scars&lt;br /&gt;As the line divides the reality and severs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come and pick the vibrations around&lt;br /&gt;And hear the silence making that sound&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms and don't turn around&lt;br /&gt;Take away my smell as you walk away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finer than the grains of sand&lt;br /&gt;Thinner than your hair&lt;br /&gt;Waving like a thin strand&lt;br /&gt;Are your particles of romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further than the farthest&lt;br /&gt;That time can ever take you&lt;br /&gt;With you would go&lt;br /&gt;The whiff of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-7396591168433610510?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/7396591168433610510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=7396591168433610510' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/7396591168433610510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/7396591168433610510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/05/whiff.html' title='Whiff'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-5874131489356751643</id><published>2007-04-26T16:53:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:54:43.257+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='eyes'/><title type='text'>Your eyes</title><content type='html'>Like light coming over from a distant star&lt;br /&gt;In a galaxy light-years far&lt;br /&gt;Gleaming past the obstacles around&lt;br /&gt;As the arms of universe surround&lt;br /&gt;The earth sleeps away into a midnight dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an endless ocean with an infinite depth&lt;br /&gt;Where all those who sink might die a lovely death&lt;br /&gt;And fly into that solemn heaven&lt;br /&gt;By the winds of fantasy beneath the wings&lt;br /&gt;The flight takes on forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a butterfly opening and closing&lt;br /&gt;Its wings and the colors of a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Fluttering past the innocence of flowers&lt;br /&gt;Sipping sweet with an arrow&lt;br /&gt;Into the garden of eden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a phenomenon unknown&lt;br /&gt;And an elusive search for the reason&lt;br /&gt;As to why it is like what it is&lt;br /&gt;And as the time shies&lt;br /&gt;I can't escape your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-5874131489356751643?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-4087360224950521886</id><published>2007-04-24T11:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-24T12:03:38.668+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='missing'/><title type='text'>I hate to miss you</title><content type='html'>Flashing eyes with a faint smile&lt;br /&gt;A few footsteps seems like walking a mile&lt;br /&gt;Your presence makes me feel my absence&lt;br /&gt;For all that used to be makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;And when your footsteps make a tapping sound&lt;br /&gt;I hate to miss you while you are around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hands are tied and fingers not open&lt;br /&gt;Words mean something different than spoken&lt;br /&gt;For all the feelings that escaped your gaps&lt;br /&gt;Got picked up before they fell on the ground&lt;br /&gt;And when I hear your voice lurking around&lt;br /&gt;I hate to miss you while you are around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you still wanna shiver while I am around&lt;br /&gt;Do you still wanna feel the weakness in you&lt;br /&gt;And turn around to walk with me&lt;br /&gt;And write down the place where you want me to be&lt;br /&gt;For its black or white with no shades or hues&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I hate to miss you while you are around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-4087360224950521886?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/4087360224950521886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=4087360224950521886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Fahrenheit 704</title><content type='html'>Come back to my world&lt;br /&gt;For I got more to show you&lt;br /&gt;Touch it again to feel the meltdown&lt;br /&gt;Of Fahrenheit 704&lt;br /&gt;Take this flight for it might be the last one&lt;br /&gt;To the destination fantasy&lt;br /&gt;And pause the reality&lt;br /&gt;For undefined bodies&lt;br /&gt;Can't do much but merge into the smoke&lt;br /&gt;Of dying for&lt;br /&gt;And the burning amber&lt;br /&gt;Simmering on my bed&lt;br /&gt;Put your feet where it belongs&lt;br /&gt;To feel the meltdown&lt;br /&gt;Of Fahrenheit 704&lt;br /&gt;Abrasive linen leaving marks on my skin&lt;br /&gt;Repent none for its your lovely sin&lt;br /&gt;Let me feel the deep waters&lt;br /&gt;For your fish is in there&lt;br /&gt;Let the split shatter&lt;br /&gt;And make you cry for pain&lt;br /&gt;Clasp my fingers strong now&lt;br /&gt;And feel the meltdown&lt;br /&gt;Of Fahrenheit 704&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-5411673048619425361?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/5411673048619425361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=5411673048619425361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/5411673048619425361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/5411673048619425361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/04/fahrenheit-704.html' title='Fahrenheit 704'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-3251753124704938990</id><published>2007-03-22T19:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-22T19:20:17.819+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><title type='text'>Side B</title><content type='html'>Feel the pull of the fabric that holds on&lt;br /&gt;To your sweet smelling skin&lt;br /&gt;Smell the air around you that breathes in me&lt;br /&gt;See the dilation in your eyes when I pass by&lt;br /&gt;Still wondering and wonder why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold your hands up and see your fingers&lt;br /&gt;How long its been since they've been there&lt;br /&gt;Nails that bite the senses out of me&lt;br /&gt;Eyes that kill with a solemn stare&lt;br /&gt;And the forgotten truth or dare&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get off from the usual and look around&lt;br /&gt;As the armor grows stronger by the day&lt;br /&gt;So will the shell and your dismay&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pressure of the heaving breath&lt;br /&gt;Say an aah and cometh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years from now you will look back&lt;br /&gt;To the times lost and friends who were&lt;br /&gt;You would still smell the same&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes with a dimmer solemn though&lt;br /&gt;Asking questions as to why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel the pull of the fabric that holds on&lt;br /&gt;To the foreplay dying to happen&lt;br /&gt;Change the music&lt;br /&gt;Play the side B now&lt;br /&gt;For the songs on A are over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-3251753124704938990?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/3251753124704938990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=3251753124704938990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/3251753124704938990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/3251753124704938990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/03/side-b.html' title='Side B'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-8952408695603029494</id><published>2007-03-16T18:08:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-16T18:10:04.227+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='illusion'/><title type='text'>Love in Thin Air</title><content type='html'>Making love out of thin air&lt;br /&gt;You're criminally in despair&lt;br /&gt;Got some? Give some&lt;br /&gt;For so much I can care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at your sleepless eyes&lt;br /&gt;And the fucked up mind full of lies&lt;br /&gt;True to your own fantasies&lt;br /&gt;False to my reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't look too far&lt;br /&gt;For it's right besides you&lt;br /&gt;And your door left ajar&lt;br /&gt;With chances few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coming over in audio&lt;br /&gt;With a wincing orgasm&lt;br /&gt;I will shatter you to pieces&lt;br /&gt;And your sadism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making love out of thin air&lt;br /&gt;You're criminally in despair&lt;br /&gt;Got some? Give some&lt;br /&gt;For so much I can care&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-8952408695603029494?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/8952408695603029494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=8952408695603029494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/8952408695603029494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/8952408695603029494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/03/love-in-thin-air.html' title='Love in Thin Air'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-28444176670776728</id><published>2007-03-15T20:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-16T15:01:28.569+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><title type='text'>Ghost of Friday</title><content type='html'>Buried in dark layers of time&lt;br /&gt;Lies the captivated soul of a lifeless man&lt;br /&gt;Roaming around and doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;With acts of weirdness no one understands&lt;br /&gt;It's about a ghost of a Friday&lt;br /&gt;Waiting out to be set free&lt;br /&gt;By the witch-queen of an unquenched desire&lt;br /&gt;Who not Knowing what to do&lt;br /&gt;Keeps the ghost buried in the grave&lt;br /&gt;Of a man wanting to die for and brave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quirkiness of lying down naked but on the other side&lt;br /&gt;And a passage of time splitting a distance&lt;br /&gt;Owning and making the ghost do the act&lt;br /&gt;That dies when its time to enact&lt;br /&gt;Fear lays around like a smog over the city&lt;br /&gt;Choking the innocuous feeling of wanting to die for&lt;br /&gt;Remorse of getting over the living&lt;br /&gt;And hurting with the eyes and acts unforgiving&lt;br /&gt;Keeps the ghost buried in the grave&lt;br /&gt;Of a soul wanting to escape and fly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-28444176670776728?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/28444176670776728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=28444176670776728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/28444176670776728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/28444176670776728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/03/ghost-of-friday.html' title='Ghost of Friday'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-5784529885888179148</id><published>2007-03-15T09:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-15T09:44:04.924+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='goodbye'/><title type='text'>Song no.4</title><content type='html'>There was a Saturday morning&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the cars go by&lt;br /&gt;The sunshine is here right besides me&lt;br /&gt;Clouds outside can protest in vain&lt;br /&gt;Silent onlookers can see nothing&lt;br /&gt;But your fingers find your way to mine&lt;br /&gt;Wish the moment could last a little longer&lt;br /&gt;Until there was no concept of time&lt;br /&gt;The feeling would just get a little stronger&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes would dim and my heartbeats climb&lt;br /&gt;Forsaken place I did go there&lt;br /&gt;But after that you took me nowhere&lt;br /&gt;And I can can tell you it will kill you&lt;br /&gt;For the feeling of me would linger forever&lt;br /&gt;You can always feel my shadow around you&lt;br /&gt;And my words would haunt you in my rhymes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here am now and its gonna be a Friday&lt;br /&gt;For everyone else just another day&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about how time flies&lt;br /&gt;And preparing myself to sever a piece of me&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that it would not do damage&lt;br /&gt;Is like a blind man telling the colors&lt;br /&gt;In my mind in one corner&lt;br /&gt;I can stare at the permanent imprint&lt;br /&gt;Of your hand and a beautiful face&lt;br /&gt;You will not leave without a trace&lt;br /&gt;There will be a trail behind me&lt;br /&gt;That I can always walk it back&lt;br /&gt;But it would be so more alone&lt;br /&gt;And time is like a heart attack&lt;br /&gt;I want to listen to it one last time&lt;br /&gt;For the song no.4 would never play again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-5784529885888179148?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/5784529885888179148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=5784529885888179148' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/5784529885888179148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/5784529885888179148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/03/song-no4.html' title='Song no.4'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-6219370400424107752</id><published>2007-03-13T17:52:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-13T19:06:37.527+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='end'/><title type='text'>Euthanasia</title><content type='html'>Slowly and steadily I wanna make you my friend&lt;br /&gt;For I need someone to walk me till the end&lt;br /&gt;You could be someone heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;The one I'd take my memories along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me all your pains and I'll take them with my open arms&lt;br /&gt;Until I can take no more&lt;br /&gt;And life would get thinner&lt;br /&gt;I want you to sign it across my heart&lt;br /&gt;That you'd be my mercy killer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're already my friend and I know&lt;br /&gt;Even if you talk to me so cold and don't show&lt;br /&gt;Stop pretending that you got something for me&lt;br /&gt;For it's all or nothing in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me all your worries and I'll be a part&lt;br /&gt;Speak up your voice and make a start&lt;br /&gt;Until I would want my mind to feel all unclear&lt;br /&gt;I want you to sign it across my heart&lt;br /&gt;That you'd be my mercy killer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-6219370400424107752?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/6219370400424107752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=6219370400424107752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/6219370400424107752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/6219370400424107752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/03/euthanasia.html' title='Euthanasia'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-8110104779962750956</id><published>2007-03-10T21:44:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-10T21:49:31.904+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='passion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><title type='text'>Split</title><content type='html'>In bits and pieces I'm torn apart&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know when did it start&lt;br /&gt;Traveled down this road so far now&lt;br /&gt;Denial would kill me&lt;br /&gt;Unless you stop my heart&lt;br /&gt;Like a step-wise strip tease&lt;br /&gt;And my eyes covered&lt;br /&gt;You slipped inside me&lt;br /&gt;With slimy ease&lt;br /&gt;Won't be hurt if you go away&lt;br /&gt;For it's beyond simple pleasure&lt;br /&gt;And an xcruciating pain&lt;br /&gt;Like dark clouds&lt;br /&gt;Bearing an endless rain&lt;br /&gt;You've crossed the sea&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the waves of desire&lt;br /&gt;Make me cut you deep&lt;br /&gt;And the split between...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-8110104779962750956?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/8110104779962750956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=8110104779962750956' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/8110104779962750956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/8110104779962750956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/03/split.html' title='Split'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-6072501547200123327</id><published>2007-03-05T19:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-05T19:18:54.682+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lover'/><title type='text'>First Class Lover</title><content type='html'>I can only be your first class lover&lt;br /&gt;No matter what it is up with you&lt;br /&gt;How does it matter if it's under cover&lt;br /&gt;I'm still the same with you&lt;br /&gt;You can't never treat me so lame&lt;br /&gt;For thats not how I play&lt;br /&gt;You made me play your game&lt;br /&gt;Now don't break the rules&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can't be your first class lover&lt;br /&gt;You still cannot treat me this way&lt;br /&gt;For I am still for each other&lt;br /&gt;I can protect your name&lt;br /&gt;You're hidden like my love&lt;br /&gt;Burning like a struggling flame&lt;br /&gt;Trying to coop up with a storm&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could be so tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only be a first class lover&lt;br /&gt;No matter if you keep me awake&lt;br /&gt;It can't be just like that&lt;br /&gt;For it's too much a lie for you to fake...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-6072501547200123327?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/6072501547200123327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=6072501547200123327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/6072501547200123327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/6072501547200123327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-class-lover.html' title='First Class Lover'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-7620316670126091055</id><published>2007-03-04T01:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-03-04T01:08:35.197+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='domination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='captivation'/><title type='text'>Captivate Me</title><content type='html'>Time was like a slippery snake&lt;br /&gt;Without letting know it made an escape&lt;br /&gt;If it happens like this may be once or twice&lt;br /&gt;Like an unfound love it would just die&lt;br /&gt;Captivate me my love&lt;br /&gt;Cuz that is when my love shines&lt;br /&gt;Own me and capture me&lt;br /&gt;With my hands tied behind&lt;br /&gt;Don't walk away to your door&lt;br /&gt;And wave me back goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Take me into your room and&lt;br /&gt;Make my wetness feel so dry&lt;br /&gt;Captivate me my love&lt;br /&gt;For that is what you want to do&lt;br /&gt;Make me love and suck me dry&lt;br /&gt;For am so easy don't need to try&lt;br /&gt;Touch of your skin and your sweet within&lt;br /&gt;Made me feel I want to cry&lt;br /&gt;You're so reckless in my dreams&lt;br /&gt;Got no reason to be shy&lt;br /&gt;Captivate me my love&lt;br /&gt;Open your arms and seek my love&lt;br /&gt;I'm open like a freshly cut wound&lt;br /&gt;Just let your blood flow in me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-7620316670126091055?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/7620316670126091055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=7620316670126091055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/7620316670126091055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/7620316670126091055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/03/captivate-me.html' title='Captivate Me'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-6942470246495080348</id><published>2007-02-22T16:01:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-22T16:11:41.751+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='imagination'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='drive'/><title type='text'>Drive</title><content type='html'>Driving back home with the Venus in the sky&lt;br /&gt;It keeps looking back and so does my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I ain't reaching home&lt;br /&gt;And I am scared I ain't going anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Road is ever turning and so dry&lt;br /&gt;Like the burning eyes&lt;br /&gt;Of a tear-less cry&lt;br /&gt;The day eludes me&lt;br /&gt;As I lay in mercy of an endless night&lt;br /&gt;I can't see no horizon and nor the sun&lt;br /&gt;Though Venus is still in the sky&lt;br /&gt;This can't be real&lt;br /&gt;This must be a lie&lt;br /&gt;Oh I see someone over there&lt;br /&gt;Waving hands and stopping me&lt;br /&gt;But in the night hallucination is more than real&lt;br /&gt;Am still driving home&lt;br /&gt;And will wait for it to come&lt;br /&gt;But why is the Venus still staring at me?&lt;br /&gt;I'll change roads now&lt;br /&gt;And will drive to my own horizon&lt;br /&gt;Where I can step aside&lt;br /&gt;Ask the night to leave me&lt;br /&gt;And leave me for good...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-6942470246495080348?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/6942470246495080348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=6942470246495080348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/6942470246495080348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/6942470246495080348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/02/drive.html' title='Drive'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-3732185231964032013</id><published>2007-02-19T17:05:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:07:16.695+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='definition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='meaning'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Redefinition</title><content type='html'>Can I redefine the definition of love&lt;br /&gt;Can I change the meaning too&lt;br /&gt;Can I put your trust all above&lt;br /&gt;And not be afraid of loving you&lt;br /&gt;Can I hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Like anybody else&lt;br /&gt;Can you make me feel calm&lt;br /&gt;Like the sea of tranquility&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't fit the pigeon hole&lt;br /&gt;Of what we call society&lt;br /&gt;Call me deviant or mad&lt;br /&gt;Its too late for me to change&lt;br /&gt;You're the best thing that ever happened to me&lt;br /&gt;I don't think there is something called fate&lt;br /&gt;For I forced myself in&lt;br /&gt;Can you still stand in front of me&lt;br /&gt;Like you used to do&lt;br /&gt;And I could talk to you and stare&lt;br /&gt;And wished nobody else was there&lt;br /&gt;I know its some kind of love&lt;br /&gt;But I got no form to it&lt;br /&gt;Its getting murkier now&lt;br /&gt;As you walk away&lt;br /&gt;And I lose my sight of you&lt;br /&gt;You'd never ever had thought&lt;br /&gt;That I'd love you...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-3732185231964032013?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/3732185231964032013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=3732185231964032013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/3732185231964032013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/3732185231964032013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/02/redefinition.html' title='Redefinition'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-5304139392567111651</id><published>2007-02-19T16:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-19T17:08:43.736+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mistrust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='war'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cold'/><title type='text'>Cold War</title><content type='html'>Sparked off from a far off territory&lt;br /&gt;Where neither you nor I belong&lt;br /&gt;But we just shared this place&lt;br /&gt;Just for a few moments&lt;br /&gt;And were taken away&lt;br /&gt;To an undulated place&lt;br /&gt;Where the perspective is as distorted&lt;br /&gt;As reality is&lt;br /&gt;From the dimensions that go beyond comprehension&lt;br /&gt;And every word is an apprehension&lt;br /&gt;Where faith died a gory death&lt;br /&gt;And trust left us alone&lt;br /&gt;And so came silence following on&lt;br /&gt;With a black veil and singing a funeral song&lt;br /&gt;Making and then breaking it&lt;br /&gt;Sounds such a fun game&lt;br /&gt;Until you are just an observer&lt;br /&gt;And the list is missing your name&lt;br /&gt;Where can you ever find this dichotomy&lt;br /&gt;Of burning in a cold war?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-5304139392567111651?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/5304139392567111651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=5304139392567111651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/5304139392567111651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/5304139392567111651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/02/cold-war.html' title='Cold War'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-4955275147731688766</id><published>2007-02-15T18:00:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-15T18:05:30.696+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fantasy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Your fiery hell</title><content type='html'>Wanna share something with you love&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz my mind has been undercover&lt;br /&gt;I don't mind being blatant&lt;br /&gt;For this is in me and sizzling latent&lt;br /&gt;Smear your lipstick on my back&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me there until my heart attacks&lt;br /&gt;Sweat me up and make me mad&lt;br /&gt;I want you happy and never sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been just hearing your side&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting and biding my time&lt;br /&gt;My private space oh so often you invade&lt;br /&gt;You would not make me a jade&lt;br /&gt;Tear my clothes and swear on my back&lt;br /&gt;Until I can shake you in your shack&lt;br /&gt;Make me until more than I ever had&lt;br /&gt;I want you happy and never sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could not bear your last caress&lt;br /&gt;As it was so close but my mind was a mess&lt;br /&gt;But slowly like a creeper&lt;br /&gt;It has grown over me&lt;br /&gt;I trust you my sweet goddess&lt;br /&gt;For punish me for all my sins&lt;br /&gt;Kiss and tell&lt;br /&gt;And take me to your fiery hell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-4955275147731688766?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/4955275147731688766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=4955275147731688766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/4955275147731688766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/4955275147731688766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/02/your-fiery-hell.html' title='Your fiery hell'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-8305495857383033064</id><published>2007-02-13T18:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-13T18:22:24.137+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I trust your lies</title><content type='html'>Every word you say I hear it anyway&lt;br /&gt;Every thing you do I can see it clearly&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to splice and dice to uncover you&lt;br /&gt;Even then there is something about you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust your lies&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet disguise&lt;br /&gt;Those lying eyes&lt;br /&gt;I put my faith&lt;br /&gt;Neither love nor hate&lt;br /&gt;It's a darker shade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every time you move away I just let you go&lt;br /&gt;Neither stop you nor scream nor I say no&lt;br /&gt;Don't have to spend my time with you&lt;br /&gt;More times than anyone I am still with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I trust your lies&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet disguise&lt;br /&gt;Those lying eyes&lt;br /&gt;I put my pride&lt;br /&gt;Now got nothing to hide&lt;br /&gt;It's an over-expose&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-8305495857383033064?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/8305495857383033064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=8305495857383033064' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/8305495857383033064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/8305495857383033064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-trust-your-lies.html' title='I trust your lies'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-372034117137796693</id><published>2007-02-13T18:20:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:05:31.193+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Too late...</title><content type='html'>It started all so cold&lt;br /&gt;And slowly melted away&lt;br /&gt;It could've simmered a little longer&lt;br /&gt;But time was in your way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see that in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;That you didn't want to go away&lt;br /&gt;Next time make it sure&lt;br /&gt;That I am there to stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a moment in the elevator&lt;br /&gt;I thought I could get too close&lt;br /&gt;And run away with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize what I got to miss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fingers were playing with your hair&lt;br /&gt;My eyes with yours&lt;br /&gt;As sometimes my hand sometimes touched you&lt;br /&gt;It made me kind of shiver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The background music playing&lt;br /&gt;Stole some time away from me&lt;br /&gt;But the notes were clear enough&lt;br /&gt;Only that you didn't hear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pride and the wall&lt;br /&gt;That you've built around yourself&lt;br /&gt;Can only stop you from coming&lt;br /&gt;To my secret world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share it as long as it lasts&lt;br /&gt;For I ain't gonna wait&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna you miss me&lt;br /&gt;For it would be too late&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-372034117137796693?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/372034117137796693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=372034117137796693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/372034117137796693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/372034117137796693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/02/too-late.html' title='Too late...'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-3974675865148884083</id><published>2007-02-12T16:57:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-12T17:04:48.748+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lover'/><title type='text'>Can your lover?</title><content type='html'>I'll not even ask you whats in your mailbox&lt;br /&gt;Neither will ask you where you've been&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know to whom you belong to&lt;br /&gt;I don't even care about your friends&lt;br /&gt;I'll make you crazy whenever you ask for&lt;br /&gt;You'll never have to plead again&lt;br /&gt;I'll let you dig your nails into my skin&lt;br /&gt;Even if you never want to see me again&lt;br /&gt;I won't stop if you want to cry&lt;br /&gt;Neither will laugh at the things you do&lt;br /&gt;You can call me at whatever is your time&lt;br /&gt;And I'll make you feel just fine&lt;br /&gt;These are just a few little things that I can&lt;br /&gt;Can  your lover do  these thngs  to  you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-3974675865148884083?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/3974675865148884083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=3974675865148884083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/3974675865148884083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/3974675865148884083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/02/ill-not-even-ask-you-whats-in-your.html' title='Can your lover?'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-4784872287753050632</id><published>2007-02-09T16:12:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-06T18:07:20.760+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='frustration'/><title type='text'>You Smell The Soul Out Of Me</title><content type='html'>Every little twitch that I make&lt;br /&gt;You can feel it as it happens&lt;br /&gt;Every fingernail that glides over you&lt;br /&gt;You feel it like a jealous mother&lt;br /&gt;Am sliding through this endless black hole&lt;br /&gt;As you smell the soul out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smiles got a hidden veil&lt;br /&gt;Over the blood turned water&lt;br /&gt;And the so often sinned devil&lt;br /&gt;You know my every single scar&lt;br /&gt;And every square inch&lt;br /&gt;As you smell the soul out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a hot bed of candles&lt;br /&gt;And the mind like a sickle&lt;br /&gt;My denial to you&lt;br /&gt;Would violate your pleasure principle&lt;br /&gt;I give in each and every time&lt;br /&gt;As you smell the soul out of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all positions that you make&lt;br /&gt;I like it while I can't see&lt;br /&gt;For it loosens my mind&lt;br /&gt;With someone else in me&lt;br /&gt;As I lie down tired&lt;br /&gt;You smell the soul out of me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-4784872287753050632?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/4784872287753050632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=4784872287753050632' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/4784872287753050632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7085488413353718743/posts/default/4784872287753050632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/2007/02/you-smell-soul-out-of-me.html' title='You Smell The Soul Out Of Me'/><author><name>xcruciating</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02786597075698292023</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7085488413353718743.post-1679885567951491299</id><published>2007-02-06T17:58:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-06T17:58:45.569+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Come on-line...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As I look into the corner of my screen&lt;br /&gt;Waiting 4U 2 get connected&lt;br /&gt;U've got me kind of affected&lt;br /&gt;If not real but in a dream&lt;br /&gt;My emotions R so unprotected&lt;br /&gt;I try to find someone else&lt;br /&gt;And try 2 feel connected&lt;br /&gt;I try hard 2 fool myself&lt;br /&gt;But I know U got me infected&lt;br /&gt;Am not gonna sleep, not 2day until I find U connected&lt;br /&gt;I had so much in my mind with whatever 4U I could find&lt;br /&gt;Accumulated in my corner were some feelings 4U 2 remind&lt;br /&gt;Just feel my love 4U&lt;br /&gt;Crossing zones of time may B UR online&lt;br /&gt;And I could make U feel so fine&lt;br /&gt;Just close your eyes and forget existence&lt;br /&gt;Am gonna make U come, online&lt;br /&gt;Oh so much 2 say 2U why don't U come and get connected . . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-1679885567951491299?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://xcruciating.blogspot.com/feeds/1679885567951491299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7085488413353718743&amp;postID=1679885567951491299' title='1 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='song'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A Near Miss</title><content type='html'>Wish I could breathe down your neck&lt;br /&gt;With my fingers encircling your hair&lt;br /&gt;And could kiss you&lt;br /&gt;Like a desirous despair&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could hold you in my arms&lt;br /&gt;As you crumble into pieces&lt;br /&gt;And I pick them up&lt;br /&gt;To make a love sign&lt;br /&gt;Wish I could catch you all unaware&lt;br /&gt;With nobody else in here&lt;br /&gt;And lesser you'd care&lt;br /&gt;And last time if you'd missed it&lt;br /&gt;This time you'd kiss it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7085488413353718743-7241646359670164943?l=xcruciating.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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