<?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-885616642542820905</id><updated>2011-08-22T07:25:15.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of a poetic soul</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885616642542820905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Confessions of a poetic soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374563237408552475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/Sg0qnb8qfLI/AAAAAAAAACw/WAO_He_hjDc/S220/post_1492134_1229383626_med.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885616642542820905.post-5259591473686986563</id><published>2009-02-06T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:47:11.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>She</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SY0OlQXIewI/AAAAAAAAACI/qJvYnNRlR58/s1600-h/Dream.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299908369694882562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SY0OlQXIewI/AAAAAAAAACI/qJvYnNRlR58/s200/Dream.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She breathed life into me and gave me a chance to live. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She smiled at me whenever I cried, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And sang sweet lullabies. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I learned to walk holding her hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And she let me go so I could learn to be my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She never was selfish, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But took pride in everything I did .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She made sure I had everything that I needed,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Though I never told her that I needed them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She taught me the joy of living with the family,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And patience which is incomparable to anything.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I never really understood her love when I was with her, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;When she didn’t seemed to be doing anything my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But it was the tears in her eyes that made me realize so many things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Yet she loved me so much with all her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She hides her pain just to make us feel comfortable,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And always wishes the best for me in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;She is just a call away though we are miles apart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I can tell her all my dreams and schemes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;She always wishes that I grow up to be a fine lady,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And live a better life than she ever did,..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If I am the woman I am today its because of her..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And I am proud to say that I call her,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;My MOM….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299908371631486834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 158px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SY0OlXk2t3I/AAAAAAAAACQ/c6eB1T6Pu1I/s200/Mother%2520and%2520Child.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;-reena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885616642542820905-5259591473686986563?l=poeticreena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/feeds/5259591473686986563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/2009/02/she.html#comment-form' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885616642542820905/posts/default/5259591473686986563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885616642542820905/posts/default/5259591473686986563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/2009/02/she.html' title='She'/><author><name>Confessions of a poetic soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374563237408552475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/Sg0qnb8qfLI/AAAAAAAAACw/WAO_He_hjDc/S220/post_1492134_1229383626_med.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SY0OlQXIewI/AAAAAAAAACI/qJvYnNRlR58/s72-c/Dream.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885616642542820905.post-4008751278622779170</id><published>2009-02-03T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T20:10:18.592-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life - an unending journey...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SYkUv3ic2JI/AAAAAAAAACA/BKE1HjeDPME/s1600-h/2426166420_b5a00ae880.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298789249172953234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SYkUv3ic2JI/AAAAAAAAACA/BKE1HjeDPME/s200/2426166420_b5a00ae880.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A long way to go,like the horizon you’ll never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Where it starts nor where it ends!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;As we journey through this never ending road ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The wind blows on our faces making us feel good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;At times, we have to pass through tunnels, which darkens our lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But always remember that every tunnel leads to a brighter side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The speed breakers, which makes us to pause and think &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And not to make hasty decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;The signs that show us the right way to go in order to reach our destination.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Some people who cross our lives!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And the milestone we look at, to see how far we have been through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And yet to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;But when we come out of all the obstacles and reach our destination,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;It just feels so good .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And we become stronger than ever,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;And the best part is that…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;We never are afraid to head for the road again!!!......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#cc6600;"&gt;-reena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885616642542820905-4008751278622779170?l=poeticreena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/feeds/4008751278622779170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-unending-journey.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885616642542820905/posts/default/4008751278622779170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885616642542820905/posts/default/4008751278622779170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/2009/02/life-unending-journey.html' title='Life - an unending journey...'/><author><name>Confessions of a poetic soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374563237408552475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/Sg0qnb8qfLI/AAAAAAAAACw/WAO_He_hjDc/S220/post_1492134_1229383626_med.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SYkUv3ic2JI/AAAAAAAAACA/BKE1HjeDPME/s72-c/2426166420_b5a00ae880.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885616642542820905.post-1933141614116881656</id><published>2009-01-30T06:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T04:30:03.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One journey....Different destinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102761232207906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SYMW5WX8kCI/AAAAAAAAABw/AG0YXhnnEZg/s200/439723017_0a1e039150.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A morning so bright ,I woke up with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I stood infront of the mirror in my pretty pink dress admiring myself .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I grinned when I saw my dad watching me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;He stretched out his arms and I ran to him ,when he gave me mr.bear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And kissed me softly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I hurried everyone to the car and mom was still not satisfied with what we had taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;A long journey awaited us and I was so excited.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;We left home ,but I always wished my brother would have come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;One hour into the journey, my dad entertained us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;We couldn’t stop laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I closed my eyes slowly to rest as I saw my dad smiling at me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And I was sleeping peacefully.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But all of a sudden there was a very loud noise,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And everyone was screaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I couldn’t scream when I realized that I was thrown out of the car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I saw people rushing..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;With those feeble eyes I tried to look for my family ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;But I couldn’t move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;My mom opened the door and fell out ,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Was glad she was alive..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I tried calling my dad but I knew he couldn’t hear me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I suddenly saw him lying down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;He turned his head towards me and the sun glowed on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;With a loving smile he called me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;I crawled like a child with pain to reach him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;He held my hand and gave me mr.bear and kissed my hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Goodbyes were spoken,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;And a tear slid past his eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;The pain ended and he left me.. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc6600;"&gt;Releasing him to Gods embrace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663300;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297102766884880834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 167px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SYMW5rbpgcI/AAAAAAAAAB4/tqRGtNzSXG0/s200/itf166050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;-reena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885616642542820905-1933141614116881656?l=poeticreena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/feeds/1933141614116881656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-journeydifferent-destinations.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885616642542820905/posts/default/1933141614116881656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885616642542820905/posts/default/1933141614116881656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/2009/01/one-journeydifferent-destinations.html' title='One journey....Different destinations'/><author><name>Confessions of a poetic soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374563237408552475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/Sg0qnb8qfLI/AAAAAAAAACw/WAO_He_hjDc/S220/post_1492134_1229383626_med.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SYMW5WX8kCI/AAAAAAAAABw/AG0YXhnnEZg/s72-c/439723017_0a1e039150.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885616642542820905.post-5919645806290754736</id><published>2009-01-28T10:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T10:22:09.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Godowns</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296409864476472242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 144px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SYCgtcz-s7I/AAAAAAAAABg/7ZQH7jhb9tc/s200/man%2520praying%2520on%2520one%2520knee.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;I was wondering what this word means!! It just took few seconds to understand the synonym of this word, as in “A store house to store bulk amount of goods”…but it just took me a second, to see through this word and come up with an alternate definition…. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ff6600;"&gt;Here it goes……………….&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;“GODOWNS”&lt;br /&gt;We are the "STORE HOUSES OF GOD" .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Whenever we “GO DOWN” in any area of our lives,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Always remember that,”GOD OWNS” you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;He is right there to lift you up &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;And give you a whole new life,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;A whole new experience!.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SYCgtSy2RKI/AAAAAAAAABo/759PRxhuFuc/s1600-h/man.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296409861787370658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 179px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SYCgtSy2RKI/AAAAAAAAABo/759PRxhuFuc/s200/man.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;-reena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885616642542820905-5919645806290754736?l=poeticreena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/feeds/5919645806290754736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/2009/01/godowns.html#comment-form' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885616642542820905/posts/default/5919645806290754736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885616642542820905/posts/default/5919645806290754736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/2009/01/godowns.html' title='Godowns'/><author><name>Confessions of a poetic soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374563237408552475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/Sg0qnb8qfLI/AAAAAAAAACw/WAO_He_hjDc/S220/post_1492134_1229383626_med.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SYCgtcz-s7I/AAAAAAAAABg/7ZQH7jhb9tc/s72-c/man%2520praying%2520on%2520one%2520knee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885616642542820905.post-607331411482906600</id><published>2009-01-11T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:42:19.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"You"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SWrhPwM_LwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NpWnp1d7aQ4/s1600-h/WedSepiaSunset640x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290288373053730562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 255px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SWrhPwM_LwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NpWnp1d7aQ4/s320/WedSepiaSunset640x480.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We met through the tunes of music.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;You walked into my life, like the sun that brightens everyday of my life.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I woke up hearing your voice and went to bed with the lullabies&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I felt my whole life was perfect with this perfect man I knew.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Years rolled by and we knew we would make it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It didn’t matter if we met each other often or strolled for a long walk on the beach,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Moonlight walks or candle light dinners.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Miles apart we would look at the moon and still enjoy the closeness…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Everything seemed fine and my life was still in tune.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;One cold September morning, it was music that made you to go even farther,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;It brought my life down but you lifted it up with these simple words,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;“Wait for me and we will be together forever,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This wait is going to be worth it”.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I lived by your word and months passed ,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But soon everything seemed to fade out.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;There was silence from your side &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And I knew something was wrong,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;But this time I soon realized…&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I was in a mess, trying to mend the pieces of my broken heart..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Yet I still love you with every piece of it..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;And why…..&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Because you chose to walk out my life ..just to walk into HERS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299987900397220546" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 148px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SY1W6jULcsI/AAAAAAAAACY/BWCo4cIbv10/s200/beach-footprints2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#ff0000;"&gt;-reena&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/885616642542820905-607331411482906600?l=poeticreena.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/feeds/607331411482906600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/2009/01/you.html#comment-form' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885616642542820905/posts/default/607331411482906600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/885616642542820905/posts/default/607331411482906600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://poeticreena.blogspot.com/2009/01/you.html' title='&quot;You&quot;'/><author><name>Confessions of a poetic soul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00374563237408552475</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/Sg0qnb8qfLI/AAAAAAAAACw/WAO_He_hjDc/S220/post_1492134_1229383626_med.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SWrhPwM_LwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/NpWnp1d7aQ4/s72-c/WedSepiaSunset640x480.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>20</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-885616642542820905.post-5398328798072653922</id><published>2009-01-09T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T01:46:01.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Somewhere in the crowd"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SWg5Vk7ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PQ4ecMojQ6U/s1600-h/girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289540805199514770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 254px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_UrQ79D5HNC8/SWg5Vk7ZzJI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PQ4ecMojQ6U/s320/girl.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:85%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Its time to close my eyes but its you what I last think about,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I entered into this magical world, where You were with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;We sat on a lonely bench with a crowded street infront of us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;People were walking ,so busy with their lives that they never had time for their loved ones.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;You turned to me with that loving smile with your arms around me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;And promised never to be like them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;The time I spent next to you holding your hand and looking into your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Those loving words you spoke to me.!!I never could take my eyes of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I remember how I thanked God deep down inside my heart for this wonderful creation of His.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Time flew and I loved spending each and every second with you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;But all of a sudden I saw a bright light .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I couldn't see anything around me but the brightness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Suddenly it seemed like years have rolled by,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I feared that I had lost you when I could feel my hands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I looked next to me but you were not there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;As I sat there confused,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;The street was getting crowded again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;And I saw you walking with them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I shouted your name aloud when you seemed to walk past me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I ran to reach you,I ran infront of you, waving my hands telling you who I was..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;And how much I love you and you mean to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;But you never seemed to notice me..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I sat there again and waited for you each day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Yet I never gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Hoping that someday you will look my way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Then it was time that I woke up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;I did not smile and sigh with a relief that it was just a dream,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Instead I was happy that I got to spend time with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;And spent another day telling my love to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;And there I was lying down with my eyes opened for another hour,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Thinking about the day you would smile at me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993300;"&gt;Which would mean the world to me..!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br 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