<?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-8585355737816049867</id><updated>2011-11-27T01:11:05.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Till You Die</title><subtitle type='html'>Somebody spoke and then I went into a dream.I am he as you are he as you are me and we are all together..</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-1845349602388539374</id><published>2010-05-18T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-27T01:11:05.439-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hand in My Pocket</title><content type='html'>I'm broke but I'm happy,&lt;br /&gt;I'm poor but I'm kind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm short but I'm healthy, &lt;br /&gt;I'm high but I'm grounded,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sane but I'm overwhelmed,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost but I'm hopeful,&lt;br /&gt;I've got one hand in my pocket,&lt;br /&gt;And the other one is giving a high five.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Alanis Morissette&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-1845349602388539374?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/1845349602388539374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2010/05/hand-in-my-pocket.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1845349602388539374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1845349602388539374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2010/05/hand-in-my-pocket.html' title='Hand in My Pocket'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-8766577662130140933</id><published>2009-09-02T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T11:30:30.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day Just Passed. And...</title><content type='html'>The hills came into view,&lt;br /&gt;Misty reluctance to awaken.&lt;br /&gt;The chill easterly winds,&lt;br /&gt;Flustered the clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Until they sprang away,&lt;br /&gt;Grey rags torn from the grey horizon.&lt;br /&gt;The bronze light of a sullen sun,&lt;br /&gt;Dimly lit the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Then strengthening,It fired the edges of the clouds with gold,&lt;br /&gt;And set the grim hills with topaz.&lt;br /&gt;As the scenery moved by me,&lt;br /&gt;Showing different facets,&lt;br /&gt;Each scene that met my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Was more wonderful than the last,&lt;br /&gt;Like a kaleidoscope,&lt;br /&gt;Revealing ever-changing arrangements,&lt;br /&gt;Of colour and shape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the images began to slow their pace;&lt;br /&gt;They darkened...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sky splashed with color,&lt;br /&gt;Soft hues blend together.&lt;br /&gt;To create a silent painting.&lt;br /&gt;A crescendo of golden rays,&lt;br /&gt;Sweep the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Subtle expressions;&lt;br /&gt;Slowly,&lt;br /&gt;Fade behind the distant clouds.&lt;br /&gt;And the sky is left,&lt;br /&gt;Featureless and dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Whole day Passed.&lt;br /&gt;And i still sit here confused.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-8766577662130140933?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/8766577662130140933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-just-passed-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8766577662130140933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8766577662130140933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/09/day-just-passed-and.html' title='The Day Just Passed. And...'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-2685844528666669369</id><published>2009-08-29T13:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T13:38:56.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I had my life to live over..</title><content type='html'>If I had my life to live over,&lt;br /&gt;I'd try to make more mistakes next time.&lt;br /&gt;I would relax.&lt;br /&gt;I would be sillier than I have been this trip.&lt;br /&gt;I know of very few things I would take seriously. I would take more chances.&lt;br /&gt;I would take more trips.&lt;br /&gt;I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers and watch more sunsets.&lt;br /&gt;I would drink more whiskey.&lt;br /&gt;I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am one of those people who live prophylactically and sanely and sensibly,&lt;br /&gt;Hour after hour, day after day.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I have had my moments and, if I had to do it over again, I'd have more of them.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another.&lt;br /&gt;If I had my life to live over,&lt;br /&gt;I would start bare-footed earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.&lt;br /&gt;I know i will.&lt;br /&gt;I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Influenced by a Harley Davidson Advertisement)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-2685844528666669369?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/2685844528666669369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-had-my-life-to-live-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2685844528666669369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2685844528666669369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/if-i-had-my-life-to-live-over.html' title='If I had my life to live over..'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-1924638680813303695</id><published>2009-08-13T15:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:13:51.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll be what I'll be!</title><content type='html'>What do I think?&lt;br /&gt;What'll I say?&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts on the brink&lt;br /&gt;Of fleeing away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words in my mind&lt;br /&gt;Floating about&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts too confined&lt;br /&gt;Stand up and shout!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell them all now&lt;br /&gt;They're listening still.&lt;br /&gt;They may not care now&lt;br /&gt;But hear me they will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who cares of the rest's&lt;br /&gt;Opinions of me?&lt;br /&gt;My plan's the best&lt;br /&gt;I'll be what I'll be!&lt;br /&gt;I'll be what I'll be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-1924638680813303695?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/1924638680813303695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-be-what-ill-be.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1924638680813303695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1924638680813303695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/ill-be-what-ill-be.html' title='I&apos;ll be what I&apos;ll be!'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-4969564285513716303</id><published>2009-08-13T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T15:10:23.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Staying true.</title><content type='html'>Stay true to your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;A dream conceived in a thought,&lt;br /&gt;Is a thought only a dream.&lt;br /&gt;Or a dream only a thought.&lt;br /&gt;Stay true to your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;For they matter most of all,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams they conspire to conceive,&lt;br /&gt;Hopes they inspire and conceal.&lt;br /&gt;Stay true to your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can come true,&lt;br /&gt;Conceived in the eve anew,&lt;br /&gt;They fade by morn like dew.&lt;br /&gt;Stay true to your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;For they matter most of all,&lt;br /&gt;Desires they burn to initiate.&lt;br /&gt;Faith they desperately create,&lt;br /&gt;Stay true to your dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams can come true,&lt;br /&gt;Peace is yours in a visions,&lt;br /&gt;Light shouldn’t be a prison,&lt;br /&gt;Stay true to your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;For dreams they create,Majestic and flightful,&lt;br /&gt;Lifelike and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay true. Stay true.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-4969564285513716303?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/4969564285513716303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/staying-true.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4969564285513716303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4969564285513716303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/staying-true.html' title='Staying true.'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-19256756732387029</id><published>2009-08-13T14:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:40:41.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.</title><content type='html'>Where the mountains touch the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Where poets dreams, where eagles fly,&lt;br /&gt;A secret place above the crowds.&lt;br /&gt;Just beneath marshmallow clouds,&lt;br /&gt;Lift your eyes to a snowy peak.&lt;br /&gt;And see the soon- to- be we seek.&lt;br /&gt;Whisper dreams and let them rise.&lt;br /&gt;To the mountains old and wise.&lt;br /&gt;Climbers climb, it's time to try,&lt;br /&gt;Where the mountains touch the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Take me there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me now.&lt;br /&gt;Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Where the ocean meets the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Where mermaid dance and seagulls fly.&lt;br /&gt;A place in dreams I know so well.&lt;br /&gt;The sea inside a single shell.&lt;br /&gt;Far across the living sea,&lt;br /&gt;A pale blue possibility.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the castles made of sand,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow in a small child's hand.&lt;br /&gt;Only dreamers need apply.&lt;br /&gt;Where the ocean meets the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Take me there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me now.&lt;br /&gt;Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;Where the forests reach the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Men are equal and doves still fly.&lt;br /&gt;No thorns of war, a perfect rose.&lt;br /&gt;This is where the green grass grows,&lt;br /&gt;Out beyond the crystal stream.&lt;br /&gt;Let the dream begin.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to trust the truth within.&lt;br /&gt;This is where we seek and find.&lt;br /&gt;Dream on Dreamers,&lt;br /&gt;Hopes are high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the forests reach the sky.&lt;br /&gt;Take me there.&lt;br /&gt;Oh take me now.&lt;br /&gt;Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.&lt;br /&gt;For time has taught and so it seems,&lt;br /&gt;Realities are born of Dreams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-19256756732387029?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/19256756732387029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/someway-someday-somewhere-somehow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/19256756732387029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/19256756732387029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/someway-someday-somewhere-somehow.html' title='Someway, Someday, Somewhere, Somehow.'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-3207679814931178655</id><published>2009-08-13T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:34:55.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions in the World..</title><content type='html'>How many steps will it take to walk a mile?&lt;br /&gt;How many seconds will it take to wait a while?&lt;br /&gt;How many battles do we need for us to win?&lt;br /&gt;How many Gods do we need to forgive our sins?&lt;br /&gt;How many times must a man betray his faith?&lt;br /&gt;How many times can a man control his hate?&lt;br /&gt;When do we say that justice isn't fair?&lt;br /&gt;How can we endure the burden that we bear?&lt;br /&gt;Where is the youth who will dare?&lt;br /&gt;Where can we find the people who really care?&lt;br /&gt;Where can we find the road to success?&lt;br /&gt;Is it in the north, south, east, or west?&lt;br /&gt;Where can I find true love?&lt;br /&gt;How many struggles do we need to make it through?&lt;br /&gt;When do we say that a statement is false or true?&lt;br /&gt;How can I forgive others?&lt;br /&gt;When they killed my dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Can you give help to those people in need?&lt;br /&gt;After they have dropped you and you bleed?&lt;br /&gt;Who are the people you can trust?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world, to fight is a must.&lt;br /&gt;The world will continue to evolve,&lt;br /&gt;Until those questions have been solved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-3207679814931178655?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/3207679814931178655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/questions-in-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/3207679814931178655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/3207679814931178655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/questions-in-world.html' title='Questions in the World..'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-8891834840490141799</id><published>2009-08-13T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T14:29:54.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you dream?</title><content type='html'>Ah! Do you dream at night?&lt;br /&gt;Is a dream of light or twilight, Of hope or of joy maybe?&lt;br /&gt;I describe it as an escape,A way of being happy.&lt;br /&gt;In a world we can entirely shape.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Did you dream last night?&lt;br /&gt;Mystical powers at hand,And energy replenished to the fullest.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, you dream to rest.&lt;br /&gt;And live for a next sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;Am I truly right.&lt;br /&gt;Or you don't understand?&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Did you live today?&lt;br /&gt;Watching, breathing and tasting,&lt;br /&gt;The merry life of each day.&lt;br /&gt;Every element I'm sensing,&lt;br /&gt;Has a value to my humble heart.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I will be, for my part,&lt;br /&gt;What I am destined to be.&lt;br /&gt;Ah! Will you live tomorrow?&lt;br /&gt;Know that there is always a way,&lt;br /&gt;Leading through our destiny.&lt;br /&gt;See it, feel it you may.&lt;br /&gt;Staying on it won't be easy.&lt;br /&gt;So, take my hand and follow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-8891834840490141799?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/8891834840490141799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-you-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8891834840490141799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8891834840490141799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/did-you-dream.html' title='Did you dream?'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-1376328347491222278</id><published>2009-08-13T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:43:39.652-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Us. And Its Our Life.</title><content type='html'>How often we must bear the challenges of life;&lt;br /&gt;The endless roller coaster between happiness and sorrow;&lt;br /&gt;The constant ups and downs of daily strife.&lt;br /&gt;Life is not an easy road for most;&lt;br /&gt;It twists and turns with many forks in the road,&lt;br /&gt;Although always, and inevitably, we are never given a choice.&lt;br /&gt;Decisions are not easy for those struggling for direction.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes the many choices and signs become overwhelming.&lt;br /&gt;There comes a time, when we see a different light.&lt;br /&gt;Is it what we have searched out, an emotion we cannot fight?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is nothing at all, a smile in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;Everything would define our lives, simplicity could begin again.&lt;br /&gt;Unless we chance to open our eyes, the light may fade away,&lt;br /&gt;Never to return again, broken dreams gone astray.&lt;br /&gt;Even as we seek ourselves, wondering about our world,&lt;br /&gt;New lights they do beckon, a neglected flag unfurled.&lt;br /&gt;Do we want what we have seen, or what we do not know?&lt;br /&gt;Is there something else to seek or something to let go?&lt;br /&gt;Now the day is upon us, answers from above descending,&lt;br /&gt;Grasping hearts with new found love, as our time becomes unending.&lt;br /&gt;While standing at a crossroads in life,&lt;br /&gt;The urge is to take the most comfortable path;&lt;br /&gt;The road with least resistance.&lt;br /&gt;The shortest or most traveled route.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, if we've been down that comfortable road before;&lt;br /&gt;Have gleaned its lessons in life, and learned from our experiences;&lt;br /&gt;Do we yet again follow the known?&lt;br /&gt;Or does our destiny lie in another direction?&lt;br /&gt;The fear of the road less traveled is tangible and all too real;&lt;br /&gt;It manifests itself in many ways,&lt;br /&gt;And tends to cloud the issues that might otherwise be clear.&lt;br /&gt;It is in these times of confusion,&lt;br /&gt;That we must seek peace and solitude;&lt;br /&gt;Time to contemplate on our life,&lt;br /&gt;Our experiences and our choices past;&lt;br /&gt;Time to look back, and reflect on what we have learned.&lt;br /&gt;Without fear or confusion.&lt;br /&gt;For only each of us knows our own personal thoughts;&lt;br /&gt;Our unique past and personal history;&lt;br /&gt;The experiences that brought us to the crossroads we now face.&lt;br /&gt;We can always learn a small degree from others experiences,&lt;br /&gt;And yet,  no one person can walk in our shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Others know not, the trials and tribulations faced in private.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For each is individual,Its unique, special and personal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is why, while standing at a crossroads,&lt;br /&gt;Only, we, can formulate the decision for ourselves;&lt;br /&gt;The true direction that lies within;&lt;br /&gt;The choices we must deliberate on with clarity and wisdom.&lt;br /&gt;For it is only through personal reflection,&lt;br /&gt;That we can now choose our destiny;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Our next adventure;&lt;br /&gt;... And the future we will embrace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-1376328347491222278?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/1376328347491222278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-us-and-its-our-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1376328347491222278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1376328347491222278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/its-us-and-its-our-life.html' title='Its Us. And Its Our Life.'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-5301272363886303084</id><published>2009-08-13T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-13T11:28:23.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Past is Over. Let it Go Away.</title><content type='html'>I've been sitting around this life for years,&lt;br /&gt;Enough laughs and not too many tears.&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out where it all went,&lt;br /&gt;These wasted years that I have spent.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for something to go beyond,&lt;br /&gt;Life's a stone skipping across a pond.&lt;br /&gt;At the last skip, it hits with a splash,&lt;br /&gt;Down the stone sinks, gone in a flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my eyes see what has never been told,&lt;br /&gt;Striving forth happy, confident and bold.&lt;br /&gt;Into a world that's unfamiliar but friendly,&lt;br /&gt;Into this new life my spirit will send me.&lt;br /&gt;Living and laughing, loving it all,&lt;br /&gt;I stood myself up and answered the call.&lt;br /&gt;The darkness has gone, replaced by the light,&lt;br /&gt;I gave up the darkness with hardly a fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I can endure for this moment,&lt;br /&gt;whatever is happening to me.&lt;br /&gt;No matter how heavy my heart,&lt;br /&gt;or how dark the moment may be.&lt;br /&gt;If I can but keep on believing,&lt;br /&gt;what I know in my heart to be true.&lt;br /&gt;Then darkness will fade into morning,&lt;br /&gt;and with this dawn a new day, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For many of us, the past holds many secrets ,better left untold.&lt;br /&gt;For to bring them to the present, its bitterness unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;The memories we cherish, may be tarnished by its gloom.&lt;br /&gt;There is no need relive the past for to do so is in vain.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday's gone, today is here why relive the so called pain.&lt;br /&gt;Forget the past as you turn away, and wish it a farewell.&lt;br /&gt;For no longer in the past, will your present dwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Past is Over. Let it Go Away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-5301272363886303084?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/5301272363886303084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-is-over-let-it-go-away.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/5301272363886303084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/5301272363886303084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/08/past-is-over-let-it-go-away.html' title='The Past is Over. Let it Go Away.'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-8896765011806684071</id><published>2009-07-22T13:00:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T13:00:35.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up above the Hill...As the mind stood still..</title><content type='html'>Cold and blissful was the whistling wind,&lt;br /&gt;A lonesome pasture deep down.&lt;br /&gt;Trees shivered in their vivid costumes,&lt;br /&gt;Changing with the dark side of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;Curious on an unsteady slope,&lt;br /&gt;We sat loving life by foot,&lt;br /&gt;The Blues piercing our ears,&lt;br /&gt;Smoke rings moved like White angels , scattering overhead.&lt;br /&gt;The pastel shades of green all around,&lt;br /&gt;It felt like there was nothing in front of us and nothing behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next sixty minutess would be like an eternity we didn't know.&lt;br /&gt;The heart boiled within a sea of mixed emotions.&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts about life seemed like an endless ocean.&lt;br /&gt;It was a wierd feeling, A state of grace, a place in time,&lt;br /&gt;An illusion that turns realities blend, Before the eyes of a any man.&lt;br /&gt;Confused with the thoughts that burdened our mind,&lt;br /&gt;We felt lost to the ages as we walked through time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sat under the lights of the heaven,&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness of the day.&lt;br /&gt;Slowly drowning in the shadow of a doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Listening to ourselves, and not what other people say.&lt;br /&gt;I can’t barely define these moments of time.&lt;br /&gt;One thought is here and the one more is gone.&lt;br /&gt;Sky above my head, Open mind,&lt;br /&gt;And I try to think.&lt;br /&gt;This is where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;The reality of it all is that reality is what it is or what we think it is.&lt;br /&gt;The world in our mind is small and but complex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are thoughts which strike us everyday,&lt;br /&gt;They swirl around unabated;&lt;br /&gt;Some are fuelled by the dreams of yesterday&lt;br /&gt;With an aim to stand tall against all odds&lt;br /&gt;We nurture these desire for a long time;&lt;br /&gt;Falling at every other step,&lt;br /&gt;We must pick up these pieces and move on,&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to succeed where others have given up.&lt;br /&gt;What we did yesterday is what we are today,&lt;br /&gt;People think we have changed,&lt;br /&gt;May be they are right. Maybe.&lt;br /&gt;We take life as it comes,&lt;br /&gt;No expectations and no demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the morning light filtered in the eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The world slowly started coming alive,&lt;br /&gt;Signalling the end of the darkness for that period of time.&lt;br /&gt;And the beginning of something wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;Its nearly overwhelming,&lt;br /&gt;Talking to those who arent there.&lt;br /&gt;While having a staring contest&lt;br /&gt;Between us and the mighty hills.&lt;br /&gt;Deep down we mumble in response,&lt;br /&gt;But our thoughts go unheard except to ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;We hear them loud and clear we remember telling each other,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we feel like we've been blind and these drugs are our glasses,&lt;br /&gt;We were amazed by what we saw going on before our head.&lt;br /&gt;We hear loud noises where others hear only silence.&lt;br /&gt;The gentle breeze drifted in,&lt;br /&gt;Giving a breath of inspiration and igniting this hardened mind.&lt;br /&gt;That is the power. That is the life.&lt;br /&gt;Might sound vague and funny, but till you go up there you'll never know it.&lt;br /&gt;That is perhaps the greatest feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Manali Experiences]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-8896765011806684071?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/8896765011806684071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/07/up-above-hillas-mind-stood-still.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8896765011806684071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8896765011806684071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/07/up-above-hillas-mind-stood-still.html' title='Up above the Hill...As the mind stood still..'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-1003091451139407801</id><published>2009-07-22T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T12:02:51.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions?</title><content type='html'>Do you ever feel rubbed across your brain?&lt;br /&gt;Does your world feel upside down?&lt;br /&gt;Behind every smile do you sense a frown&lt;br /&gt;Are you smashed under the heavy foot of a crown?&lt;br /&gt;And is that crown worn by a clown.&lt;br /&gt;Does anything and everything in your world really make sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspense is the web that holds me up,&lt;br /&gt;Suspicious of prophecies from an ancient book,&lt;br /&gt;Scared in anticipation of whats coming up next,&lt;br /&gt;Struggling to escape from the web but it's to immense,&lt;br /&gt;Standing on a ledge of inmeasurable possibilities,&lt;br /&gt;With each step you take, you try to avoid a mistake.&lt;br /&gt;But for how long is this life at stake?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What will bridge the gap to get me a step further?&lt;br /&gt;And why does every end have to be a mystery?&lt;br /&gt;Why do we have to live in this mysterious misery?&lt;br /&gt;If you could hurl yourself forward like a stallion,&lt;br /&gt;Would someone be there to catch me?&lt;br /&gt;Or is the future just an abyss waiting to exist?&lt;br /&gt;My fear is that in the end I'll have my answers,&lt;br /&gt;But in those answers I'll find more mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Stuck in this loop of infinity....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-1003091451139407801?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/1003091451139407801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/07/questions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1003091451139407801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1003091451139407801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/07/questions.html' title='Questions?'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-9108779926336634299</id><published>2009-05-21T03:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T03:13:21.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes what i feel...</title><content type='html'>I feel I'm behind invisible bars&lt;br /&gt;I sit and watch the busy world go by&lt;br /&gt;My mind just seems so far away&lt;br /&gt;It's difficult to explain how I feel&lt;br /&gt;Anger builds up confusion inside&lt;br /&gt;My temper's my Achilles heel&lt;br /&gt;I aim to control the thoughts in my head&lt;br /&gt;I aim to diffuse the ticking bomb that makes me snap&lt;br /&gt;Silence and time to think to myself&lt;br /&gt;Will find me the exit to this trap&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowning deep within my head&lt;br /&gt;Losing myself, fighting for understanding&lt;br /&gt;I need to reach a tap and let my feelings run out&lt;br /&gt;Make my own happy ending&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard when all around you&lt;br /&gt;People have their own mixed up minds&lt;br /&gt;Why add to a growing pool of confusion&lt;br /&gt;I'm paddling in all the time&lt;br /&gt;An escape is not always easy&lt;br /&gt;This is the story of my life&lt;br /&gt;The same repetitive feelings twentyfour-seven&lt;br /&gt;But there's light at the end of the strife&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow's yet another day&lt;br /&gt;And tells yet another tale&lt;br /&gt;The future's bright people tell me&lt;br /&gt;So now I can exhale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-9108779926336634299?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/9108779926336634299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-what-i-feel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/9108779926336634299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/9108779926336634299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/sometimes-what-i-feel.html' title='Sometimes what i feel...'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-4853301751243786185</id><published>2009-05-21T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T02:53:36.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudden Thoughts</title><content type='html'>I have known the burdens of my heart&lt;br /&gt;Consumed with the fire that burns&lt;br /&gt;As bright as the evening star&lt;br /&gt;Troubled within the confusion of life's illusion&lt;br /&gt;Shall I question thee before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Will my soul awaken and cover me&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for you by the seed of the naked flame&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the lights of the heavens&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness of the night&lt;br /&gt;Cover me oh wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the northern lights&lt;br /&gt;For the fires that burn before us&lt;br /&gt;Will outlast us&lt;br /&gt;Will the essence of our light keep us&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the stars tonight..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-4853301751243786185?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/4853301751243786185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/sudden-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4853301751243786185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4853301751243786185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/sudden-thoughts.html' title='Sudden Thoughts'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-5580670645623118457</id><published>2009-05-01T01:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:25:09.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday to Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Everyday this world grows three shades darker.&lt;br /&gt;As this tunnel collapses into debris.&lt;br /&gt;And everything turns black and white.&lt;br /&gt;As bone meets the earth the truth meets sky.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the wind as the night sets in, as the light guides me home.&lt;br /&gt;Thes gates open now and I see my life before my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Escape from my body as projected on silver,&lt;br /&gt;As a shadow of time made to watch over myself.&lt;br /&gt;Just a whisper in the wind,&lt;br /&gt;A shadow casted on the wallI remain transparent to the world.&lt;br /&gt;This weather portrait paints life on canvas,&lt;br /&gt;Contrasting colors with these eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Bring back this light so that I can start again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes I thought I was the loneliest man alive&lt;br /&gt;When I'm all alone I sit behind the keys&lt;br /&gt;An altar of loneliness within the millions stand in front of me&lt;br /&gt;How far have I driven myself from that reality I once tasted?&lt;br /&gt;I thought I was so much closer to grasping certainty&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for what I've seen to be taken away from me&lt;br /&gt;Inside I hide alone and undefined&lt;br /&gt;A fear breeds as I'm not received leaving a lack of trust&lt;br /&gt;While wanting and wishing for a hand of purity to hold&lt;br /&gt;As you are always pushing me you are always pushing me&lt;br /&gt;We're just wasted prayers without holding onto your embrace&lt;br /&gt;And realizing life is worth living&lt;br /&gt;Accepting acceptance&lt;br /&gt;Time after time some wounds stand to breath again&lt;br /&gt;I help myself to stand higher&lt;br /&gt;With hope for tomorrow and confidence to live for today.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-5580670645623118457?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/5580670645623118457/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyday-to-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/5580670645623118457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/5580670645623118457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/everyday-to-today.html' title='Everyday to Today'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-859347196361216836</id><published>2009-05-01T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:22:43.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind and Its Maze</title><content type='html'>Many roads split off from here,&lt;br /&gt;Life seems to be running in opposite directions.&lt;br /&gt;Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be that breath of fresh air,&lt;br /&gt;When everything smelled so insincere.&lt;br /&gt;But this taste still lingers in my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Deceit has ways of sticking around.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready to disappear, Vacation seems far, seems far from here.&lt;br /&gt;There are things known and things unknown,&lt;br /&gt;I've stood in silence which is immortal&lt;br /&gt;Like a forgotten page of history which fades away but still remains,&lt;br /&gt;Well my mind is goin' through changes&lt;br /&gt;I feel just like I'm in the time&lt;br /&gt;Every time you see me goin' some where&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm going out of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The restless eyes stares across a weary room,&lt;br /&gt;A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin,&lt;br /&gt;The music played loud and played as I whirled without end&lt;br /&gt;No hint, no word and no honour to defendI will,&lt;br /&gt;I will the mind sighed to my request&lt;br /&gt;And then it tossed her thoughts while my resolve was put to the test&lt;br /&gt;Then drowned in desire, the soul caught fire&lt;br /&gt;Negativity lead the way to the funeral pyre&lt;br /&gt;And without a thought of the consequence,&lt;br /&gt;I gave in to my decadence.&lt;br /&gt;One slip, and down the hole I fall,It seems to take no time at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.The crystal powers took me ,far across the sands of time,&lt;br /&gt;Searching ever for an answer, which had disappeared from my mind.&lt;br /&gt;Bound by the laws of madness, the darkness preys&lt;br /&gt;Each of us claim to greatness and each of us death embrace,&lt;br /&gt;The promise always broken and the assurances insane&lt;br /&gt;The destiny is never written and the road is never tamed.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i believe that i live a life so faded,&lt;br /&gt;Rebuilding facts at dawn I bet my soul is jaded;&lt;br /&gt;It fills my life with hope It watches over me&lt;br /&gt;My own decisions flow;&lt;br /&gt;Persistent, we endure The masses, immature and&lt;br /&gt; The future is secure.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-859347196361216836?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/859347196361216836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-and-its-maze.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/859347196361216836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/859347196361216836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-and-its-maze.html' title='The Mind and Its Maze'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-2535154296620560827</id><published>2009-05-01T01:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:19:21.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mind and Its Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The hand is always open and so is the mind&lt;br /&gt;A state of grace a place in time&lt;br /&gt;An illusion that turns realities blend&lt;br /&gt;Before the eyes of a foolish man&lt;br /&gt;Shall follow with conviction with wings of the light&lt;br /&gt;As we long for the future as we hold on to the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;With the spark of the soul and the scared flame&lt;br /&gt;Linger within the essence of your name&lt;br /&gt;Confused with the thoughts that burden my mind&lt;br /&gt;I am lost in the ages as I walk through time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;For a treasured thought of the promised land&lt;br /&gt;Is hope for the future&lt;br /&gt;But for the many second to none&lt;br /&gt;Another thought, another mind open&lt;br /&gt;Blowing in the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;To pass by the way as I look to the shore&lt;br /&gt;The world will know my essence forever more&lt;br /&gt;The state of grace a burden to bare&lt;br /&gt;I look to the wind and listen into the air&lt;br /&gt;Another thought, another hand, and mind open&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-2535154296620560827?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/2535154296620560827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-and-its-thoughts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2535154296620560827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2535154296620560827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/mind-and-its-thoughts.html' title='The Mind and Its Thoughts'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-3515165609007435566</id><published>2009-05-01T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:16:39.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When Questions Are Asked To Self</title><content type='html'>I have had the burdens in my heart&lt;br /&gt;Consumed with the fire that burns&lt;br /&gt;As bright as the evening star&lt;br /&gt;Troubled within the confusion of life's illusion&lt;br /&gt;Shall I question myself before I sleep&lt;br /&gt;Will my soul awaken and cover me&lt;br /&gt;As I wait for myself by the seed of the naked flame&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the lights of the heavens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the stillness of the night&lt;br /&gt;Cover me oh wait for me&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the northern lights&lt;br /&gt;For the fires that burn before me&lt;br /&gt;Will outlast me&lt;br /&gt;Will the essence of our light keep me&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the stars tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside my mind,Within a sea of mixed emotion&lt;br /&gt;With this thought a single notion&lt;br /&gt;Is my life and endless ocean&lt;br /&gt;Of fear and doubt?Is there a reason?&lt;br /&gt;For why my heart is calling out&lt;br /&gt;When there is screaming&lt;br /&gt;I hold no fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my light begins to disappear&lt;br /&gt;Is there hope beyond these fears?&lt;br /&gt;Lost within my fallen years&lt;br /&gt;Where life is not over shadowed&lt;br /&gt;By some hidden pain that weeps inside&lt;br /&gt;For every time I shut my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the something&lt;br /&gt;Behind my eyes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-3515165609007435566?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-5223911436942386522</id><published>2009-05-01T01:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T01:13:40.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem To Self</title><content type='html'>As I look out ahead&lt;br /&gt;Along an endless journey&lt;br /&gt;Down a long and endless road&lt;br /&gt;To places I've never known&lt;br /&gt;To places that await my company&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going&lt;br /&gt;As i travel on my way&lt;br /&gt;But one day I know i'll find my place&lt;br /&gt;And that is were I'll stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aware of what I have become&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the light of sun&lt;br /&gt;In fields where I now run;&lt;br /&gt;Blemished by deeds that sort me out&lt;br /&gt;Before this land of endless drought&lt;br /&gt;Sprouts by which, the seed is sown&lt;br /&gt;Within this world sometimes I am alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something rhymes within my heart&lt;br /&gt;Where tears are shed and now depart&lt;br /&gt;There is life forever , within this heart&lt;br /&gt;For none have come to seek us out&lt;br /&gt;Within this land of endless drought&lt;br /&gt;Attributes, bordered beyond the great divide&lt;br /&gt;That lingers here beyond the expanse of time&lt;br /&gt;Hollow now I have become&lt;br /&gt;Beneath the light of the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there's work for me&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if there's love&lt;br /&gt;Or even a family I guess in time I'll see&lt;br /&gt;If that is what's right for me&lt;br /&gt;I know life is a journey&lt;br /&gt;And that's the way its supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I'm happy for the chance to live&lt;br /&gt;As travel along the way&lt;br /&gt;And if I find true happiness&lt;br /&gt;Then I know I've found the place for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-5223911436942386522?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/5223911436942386522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-to-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/5223911436942386522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/5223911436942386522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/05/poem-to-self.html' title='A Poem To Self'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-671633803420014819</id><published>2009-02-11T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:56:53.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>Well people look and people stare&lt;br /&gt;Well I don't think that I even care&lt;br /&gt;You work your life away and what do they give?&lt;br /&gt;You're only killing yourself to live&lt;br /&gt;Just take a look around you what do you see&lt;br /&gt;Pain, suffering and misery&lt;br /&gt;It's not the way that the world was meant&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity you don't understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;Believe in me&lt;br /&gt;Nobody else will tell you&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And see the lies&lt;br /&gt;You think it's me who's strange&lt;br /&gt;But you've never had to make the change&lt;br /&gt;Never give your trust away&lt;br /&gt;You'll end up paying till your dying day&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-671633803420014819?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/671633803420014819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-your-eye.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/671633803420014819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/671633803420014819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/open-your-eye.html' title='Open Your Eyes'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-1796765179142655069</id><published>2009-02-11T01:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:44:53.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Paper, Leaves and Fire</title><content type='html'>I can kiss you when I need to&lt;br /&gt;I can crush you when you're mean&lt;br /&gt;I can have you in the morning with my milk and magazines&lt;br /&gt;You're my constant sticky finger&lt;br /&gt;I'll never get enough, you're my cigarette&lt;br /&gt;My love,&lt;br /&gt;You're my heaven in a package&lt;br /&gt;You're the love I never had&lt;br /&gt;My friend when I'm unhappy&lt;br /&gt;My mother when I'm bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I dont smoke anymore, I know what wonders you can do....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-1796765179142655069?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/1796765179142655069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/paper-leaves-and-fire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1796765179142655069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1796765179142655069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/paper-leaves-and-fire.html' title='Paper, Leaves and Fire'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-8072176890080472377</id><published>2009-02-11T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:33:23.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything But High</title><content type='html'>Gotta get up before it's too late--&lt;br /&gt;I can't get up, and now it's too late!&lt;br /&gt;I haven't got a degree,&lt;br /&gt;Like this I can't get a job;&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin' asleep,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a lazy slob.&lt;br /&gt;I'm am high, so high,&lt;br /&gt;Everybody knows, what's my name?&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a loser in this big life game!&lt;br /&gt;I can stand up, I can't sit down&lt;br /&gt;I can do everthing, I can get around!&lt;br /&gt;I play the guitar and write poetry&lt;br /&gt;I wear boxers and denims whole day&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to cut my hair and shave,  a real cave man&lt;br /&gt;My amplifier is bigger than you,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in this world can define my IQ cause its way to much,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I am just a Lil too High, too high..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-8072176890080472377?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/8072176890080472377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-but-high.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8072176890080472377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8072176890080472377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/everything-but-high.html' title='Everything But High'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-2290152726575751099</id><published>2009-02-11T01:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:25:27.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally I Woke Up</title><content type='html'>I Wake up&lt;br /&gt;I am something more than what i'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;I am something more than i have meant to show&lt;br /&gt;How was i supposed to know&lt;br /&gt;That i've wanted, and i've waited.&lt;br /&gt;I can be the one to show you that life's not simple enough.&lt;br /&gt;I can be the one to tell you i've held this back for too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-2290152726575751099?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/2290152726575751099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-i-woke-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2290152726575751099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2290152726575751099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/finally-i-woke-up.html' title='Finally I Woke Up'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-2782647655486105480</id><published>2009-02-11T01:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:15:23.839-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live or Die</title><content type='html'>Hold strong come from behind.&lt;br /&gt;Take them down!&lt;br /&gt;Replace fear with pride, hold your ground&lt;br /&gt;We've made our choice, between life and death.&lt;br /&gt;And we chose to live.&lt;br /&gt;We tried changing the past, or so they say...&lt;br /&gt;Please wake me up...&lt;br /&gt;Because this is, yes this is the way we will end.&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back there is nothing left!&lt;br /&gt;And this is why we run, run.&lt;br /&gt;Save us from the end of everything we know.&lt;br /&gt;Sold ourselves out.&lt;br /&gt;Live or Die...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-2782647655486105480?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/2782647655486105480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-or-die.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2782647655486105480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2782647655486105480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/live-or-die.html' title='Live or Die'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-5455527179396220613</id><published>2009-02-11T01:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:11:31.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Words</title><content type='html'>Words don't seem to come so easy&lt;br /&gt;When I need them oh so badly&lt;br /&gt;Here's to playing tug of war with my vocal chords&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I can give this another&lt;br /&gt;Shot or sing about a broken&lt;br /&gt;Heart, or imitate the way it feels&lt;br /&gt;If this is happening for real&lt;br /&gt;This distance seems closer&lt;br /&gt;When you shove it in my face&lt;br /&gt;This moment has left me with nothing else to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing my interest with these empty pages&lt;br /&gt;They're torn, and have frayed edges&lt;br /&gt;This torn, dusty book...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-5455527179396220613?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/5455527179396220613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-words.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/5455527179396220613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/5455527179396220613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/your-words.html' title='Your Words'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-8033150974505226104</id><published>2009-02-11T01:04:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:08:42.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth in You</title><content type='html'>Now I see the truth in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;This time it could be forever.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see the truth in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you're looking for?&lt;br /&gt;To fall asleep with you would be heaven;&lt;br /&gt;For once this dream won't be short lived.&lt;br /&gt;Take me with you show me all life's splendors.&lt;br /&gt;I'll trust you if you'll just trust me.&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what you're looking for.&lt;br /&gt;Now I see the truth in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;This time it will be forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-8033150974505226104?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/8033150974505226104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/truth-in-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8033150974505226104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8033150974505226104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/truth-in-you.html' title='The Truth in You'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-2764629713527445726</id><published>2009-02-11T01:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T01:03:27.818-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Incomplete Destiny</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Two roads split off from here,&lt;br /&gt;My life goes running in opposite directions.&lt;br /&gt;Exaggerating the barrier between who I am, and who I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be that breath of fresh air,&lt;br /&gt;When everything smelled so insincere.&lt;br /&gt;But this taste still lingers in my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Deceit has ways of sticking around.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm ready to disappear, Vacation seems far, seems far from here.&lt;br /&gt;But....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-2764629713527445726?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/2764629713527445726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/incomplete-destiny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2764629713527445726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2764629713527445726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/incomplete-destiny.html' title='Incomplete Destiny'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-1326387147905384961</id><published>2009-02-11T00:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:50:44.285-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly and I'll be there</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Told me a story yesterday&lt;br /&gt;About the sweet love between the moon and the deep blue sea&lt;br /&gt;And when it was time for her to leave she spread her wings high over me&lt;br /&gt;And said I shall return tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;And I said fly,&lt;br /&gt;Fly on through the sky&lt;br /&gt;Fly on...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I shall have you by my side&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-1326387147905384961?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/1326387147905384961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/fly-and-ill-be-there.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1326387147905384961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1326387147905384961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/fly-and-ill-be-there.html' title='Fly and I&apos;ll be there'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-2623448265269386558</id><published>2009-02-11T00:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:48:16.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where am I?</title><content type='html'>Well my mind is goin' through changes&lt;br /&gt;I feel just like I'm in the time&lt;br /&gt;Every time you see me goin' some where&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm going out of my mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-2623448265269386558?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/2623448265269386558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-am-i.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2623448265269386558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/2623448265269386558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/where-am-i.html' title='Where am I?'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-4094106952944968941</id><published>2009-02-11T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:46:00.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you heard?</title><content type='html'>Hello, my friend&lt;br /&gt;So happy to see you again&lt;br /&gt;I was so alone&lt;br /&gt;All by my self I just couldn't make it&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard,&lt;br /&gt;What the winds blowing round&lt;br /&gt;Is coming on strong&lt;br /&gt;And don't give a damn,&lt;br /&gt;If your hair is short or long&lt;br /&gt;Get out of your grave&lt;br /&gt;Everybody is dancing in the street&lt;br /&gt;Do what you know,&lt;br /&gt;Don't be slow.&lt;br /&gt;Forget about the past,&lt;br /&gt;Things ain't what they used to be .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-4094106952944968941?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/4094106952944968941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-heard.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4094106952944968941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4094106952944968941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/have-you-heard.html' title='Have you heard?'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-4395664474919596450</id><published>2009-02-11T00:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:38:36.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Think</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Think it over&lt;br /&gt;What you just said,&lt;br /&gt;In your pretty little head,&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure that i'm not the one?&lt;br /&gt;Is your love real or only fun?&lt;br /&gt;You think it over, yes, think it over,&lt;br /&gt;A lonely heart grows cold and old&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember all birds and bees,&lt;br /&gt;Go together in the life's mysteries,&lt;br /&gt;A happy day when you and I,&lt;br /&gt;Think as one and kiss the blues Goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Think It Over&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-4395664474919596450?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/4395664474919596450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4395664474919596450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4395664474919596450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/think.html' title='Think'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-8092708055572873743</id><published>2009-02-11T00:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:29:59.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay</title><content type='html'>Stay and help me to end the day&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't mind&lt;br /&gt;We'll break a bottle of whiskey or wine&lt;br /&gt;Stick around&lt;br /&gt;And maybe we'll put one down&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I wanna find&lt;br /&gt;What lies behind those eyes&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-8092708055572873743?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-8427318055081566887</id><published>2009-02-11T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:28:48.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye Beloved</title><content type='html'>A restless eye across a weary room&lt;br /&gt;A glazed look and I was on the road to ruin&lt;br /&gt;The music played and played as we whirled without end&lt;br /&gt;No hint, no word her honour to defend&lt;br /&gt;I will, I will she sighed to my request&lt;br /&gt;And then she tossed her mane while my resolve was put to the test&lt;br /&gt;Then drowned in desire, our souls on fire&lt;br /&gt;I lead the way to the funeral pyre&lt;br /&gt;And without a thought of the consequence&lt;br /&gt;I gave in to my decadence&lt;br /&gt;One slip, and down the hole we fall&lt;br /&gt;It seems to take no time at all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-8427318055081566887?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/8427318055081566887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-beloved.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8427318055081566887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/8427318055081566887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/goodbye-beloved.html' title='Goodbye Beloved'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-4571557572551511270</id><published>2009-02-11T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:26:31.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Drunken Night</title><content type='html'>Last night I had too much to drink&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a pub with the sweetest fools&lt;br /&gt;Playing to rules&lt;br /&gt;Trying to impress myself but feeling rather empty&lt;br /&gt;I had another drink&lt;br /&gt;What a way to spend that evening&lt;br /&gt;They all turn out to be the best friends&lt;br /&gt;Playing the game&lt;br /&gt;But in the scene I should have been&lt;br /&gt;Far away at the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;Getting up, I feel as if I'm remembering this scene before&lt;br /&gt;I open the door to an empty room&lt;br /&gt;Then I forget&lt;br /&gt;The telephone rings and someone speaks&lt;br /&gt;She would very much like to go out to a show&lt;br /&gt;So what can I do - I can't think what to say&lt;br /&gt;She sees through anyway.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-4571557572551511270?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/4571557572551511270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/drunken-night.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4571557572551511270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4571557572551511270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/drunken-night.html' title='Drunken Night'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-4031529811182577798</id><published>2009-02-11T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:21:19.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Days Never Come Back</title><content type='html'>Remember a day before today&lt;br /&gt;A day when you were young&lt;br /&gt;Free to play along with time&lt;br /&gt;Evening never comes&lt;br /&gt;Sing a song that can't be sung&lt;br /&gt;Without the morning's kiss&lt;br /&gt;Queen, you shall be it if you wish&lt;br /&gt;Look for your king&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we play today&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we stay that way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-4031529811182577798?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/4031529811182577798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-never-come-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4031529811182577798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/4031529811182577798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/days-never-come-back.html' title='Days Never Come Back'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-6583604662428555339</id><published>2009-02-11T00:11:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T00:12:44.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stars are for Eternity</title><content type='html'>Walking to a friend's house at around 7 30 in the evening, I was cold. Cold, but not in a bad way; The sort of cold that you feel when you dip your feet into an ice cold stream, the cold that makes you feel fresh and awake. The quiet suburbia seemed harmless, the darkness making the place more mellow rather than spooky in any way. Ipod in my ears, I walked briskly forward, mouthing the words to the songs I've heard so many times. Faulty lighting made the lamp on the high up lamp post nearby flicker and eventually black out. Ominuous you say, and thats what I thought at first as well. All of a sudden, for no reason at all, I paused and looked up. It took my breath away. With the absense of the annoying street lamp and the sudden wide open space formed by the meeting of three roads, I found myself isolated from the rest of the world, suddenly coccooned in a bubble with only me and the stars. I stared up in awe as the universe expanded around me, each star bright and beautiful. Like a symphony of music, slowly more stars started flickering into existence as my eyes started adjusting to the darkness. Its was beautiful. All at once I was reminded of how insignificant we are in comparison to the universe. As is a habit of mine whenever I see something special, I closed my eyes and raised my hands, saying a small thank you to whoever it was that was responible for all that we see around us. I continued walking comforted by the fact that I was being watched over by benevolent pinpricks of light (sounds crazy doesnt it ?*smile*) Walking past house after house of the same thing, a nice lawn, a few flowers, a pretty house, I also realised that despite mans constant efforts to control nature, Nature will always rein free. The stars will always be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are too busy with our lives these days. Once in a while the only  thing you gotta do is look up....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-6583604662428555339?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/6583604662428555339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/stars-are-for-eternity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/6583604662428555339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/6583604662428555339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/stars-are-for-eternity.html' title='Stars are for Eternity'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-1275671754304732988</id><published>2009-02-10T03:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T03:27:25.918-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of Me</title><content type='html'>I am an adventurer, maybe of a different kind. Like every other human being I don’t know why I was born. As time has passed and I touch adulthood I have realised something. It’s not a sudden feeling. The mind was always in the maze trying to figure out what was its destination. Today I feel different, as if my mind is all ignited. It’s not an attempt to prove myself matured to the outside world. People say I am matured and I know a lot about life, I say to myself I am yet to discover my true self. I am a dreamer but of a different sort. My mind is in the state of suspended animation. My vision towards life is clear but extremely complex. Thoughts flow in my mind like the dust in the wind.This isn’t a tale of a hero. It’s about one human mind which always ran straight like that of a normal man and suddenly after a long thought process, took a diversion. The mind dreamt and aspired. I do not know whether the diversion led to the right destination. But as I entered the road I could sense a strong feeling of satisfaction, freedom and happiness. May be this is insanity, maybe a very narrow view of teenage or a hasty decision of the mind. I do not know whether the decision I have taken is right, whether it will have a successful conclusion or be too rigid for me. Maybe.Seeing the outside world reality, sensing the pain, wandering like a traveller who has nowhere to go, reading more and more everyday has changed me more than I thought. I don’t feel like I am the same anymore. I am no more the same me that I was. Life has always been chasing me. This experience is far away from the wretched daily life, the lectures in college, the activities and those human beings who could never become my friends. Ahead of me is reality- something called life. I believe that a human being must dream all throughout his life. Every man has a passion. When you chase your passion in order to fulfil your dreams you lead a complete life. Now I trust only one person, that’s Me.This is not some revolutionary chronicle, neither an attempt to turn into some outlaw. Far away from your everyday reality is something which none of us see. My mind has become a pendulum between dream and reality. I don’t know what force broke me away from the strong clutches of reality into this open road where I always wanted to travel.What do we leave behind when we leave the reality? Every single moment seems split in two: Melancholy for what is left behind and the tremendous excitement of what is about to come. We as human beings are powerless still want to live a life of dignity. Life has become a deep mystery and I till I die I’ll keep trying to solve this puzzle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-1275671754304732988?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/1275671754304732988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1275671754304732988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1275671754304732988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/story-of-me.html' title='The Story of Me'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-7892714251243698467</id><published>2009-02-10T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T03:26:31.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Never Satisfied</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Left behind I feel, the world moved on,&lt;br /&gt;Why am I bound to live, always in unlike forms,&lt;br /&gt;Caught I am, in a whirlpool of thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;No fresh lease of my life, I see my emotions rot.&lt;br /&gt;I wish the good for all, rarely a good comes to me,&lt;br /&gt;When i hurt people or they hurt me should I take it as my destiny?&lt;br /&gt;Heart turned lifeless, it sings only songs of pain,&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit with my guitar and pen, Feeling lonely all over again......&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes life takes you so far away you forget what life really means to you. We live such a hectic modern day life and try to keep up to the expectations of the society. Maybe we all chase what life guides us to. But are we destined to go there? We may have all the material pleasures in life, all the satisfaction. Maybe we have climbed the tallest mountain and measured the deepest sea of life but have we measured ourselves? Possessions are numerous but where is our happiness? The minds are always filled with thoughts but are we filled up?What is that in you that at one point of time you forget what you really are? Have you ever experienced it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes from deep down inside you can hear loud screams which take you so far away, that they cross all levels of reality. When you reach that point in your life, you get a strange feeling of satisfaction, you feel free to do what you were born to do and what is meant for you. Maybe it is the toughest route, perhaps the easiest too. It’s not about being valiant and a super hero. It’s something you do for yourself, for your satisfaction. Remember life doesn’t give you anything, you have to take it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t follow the path you are destined to follow. Make your destiny.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-7892714251243698467?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/7892714251243698467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-satisfied.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/7892714251243698467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/7892714251243698467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/never-satisfied.html' title='The Never Satisfied'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-997167134778670844</id><published>2009-02-10T00:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:37:55.627-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Money and You</title><content type='html'>I belong to that group of teenagers, who are deeply influenced by music and revolutions. Guevara, Lennon, Dylan, Marley, Morrison are all over my room. They are on my computer. The entire day, I keep thinking what they actually said.&lt;br /&gt;I was a born in a family, which luckily could provide me with everything I ever wanted. We weren’t the wealthiest people around, but I never had to ask for anything. Over the years, I have discovered that material wealth and happiness in any one’s life is actually secondary. Is loads of money, a wonderful girl, a lavish bungalow, the latest car everything you want? That’s it?&lt;br /&gt;I had them all. That is your definition of Happiness and a complete life? Have you ever looked at yourself and thought over what you are doing? Is that what you really want to do?&lt;br /&gt;Life is all about experimentation and experiences. The more you experience, the happier you die. Experiences might be bad or good but they all teach you something which you’ll never regret in life.Dream big, and chase it. Remember unless you watch something in dreamland, you wont be able to catch it in reality.&lt;br /&gt;MONEY IS EVERYTHING, BUT WITHOUT MONEY YOU ARE NOTHING,&lt;br /&gt;YOU WITHOUT YOURSELF IS NOTHING, YOU WITH YOURSELF IS EEVRYTHING&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-997167134778670844?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/997167134778670844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-belong-to-that-group-of-teenagers-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/997167134778670844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/997167134778670844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-belong-to-that-group-of-teenagers-who.html' title='Money and You'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-7520094370488032317</id><published>2009-02-10T00:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:31:33.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Think Its That Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I look at the swaling sunset,&lt;br /&gt;And wish I could go also,&lt;br /&gt;Through the red doors beyond the black-purple bar.&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could go,&lt;br /&gt;Through the red doors where I could put off,&lt;br /&gt;My shame like shoes in the porch,&lt;br /&gt;My pain like garments,&lt;br /&gt;And leave my flesh discarded lying,&lt;br /&gt;Like luggage of some departed traveller,&lt;br /&gt;Gone one knows not where.&lt;br /&gt;Then I would turn round,&lt;br /&gt;And seeing my cast-off body lying like lumber,&lt;br /&gt;I would laugh with joy.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-7520094370488032317?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/7520094370488032317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-its-that-woman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/7520094370488032317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/7520094370488032317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/i-think-its-that-woman.html' title='I Think Its That Woman'/><author><name>Arjun Datta Majumdar</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_oM0Y7toEMiM/S4px9rhgDmI/AAAAAAAAAFU/CtxdvnIyfTw/S220/Picture1k.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8585355737816049867.post-1452170087362133853</id><published>2009-02-10T00:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T00:26:43.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dreamland is sometimes Reality</title><content type='html'>I am a teenager who dreams and has big hallucination,&lt;br /&gt;I made out love with women,&lt;br /&gt;Didn’t know where actually is my destination,&lt;br /&gt;I sometimes wonder whether I'll still remain the same&lt;br /&gt;or I’m sleep with some new found faith,&lt;br /&gt;Will i love someone again?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-1452170087362133853?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/1452170087362133853/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/dreamland-is-sometimes-reality.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/1452170087362133853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;I’m rushing down to the hole in the ground where I do not wanna hide,&lt;br /&gt;I want to deal with my mind during the long drive,&lt;br /&gt;Take my life away, if I am wrong, cause my conscience will never lie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-6599568882631846737?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/6599568882631846737/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-nature-acts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/6599568882631846737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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                                                                                          Sayings from the Vedas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8585355737816049867-6379028057030756779?l=dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/feeds/6379028057030756779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://dreamtillyoudie.blogspot.com/2009/02/essence-of-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/6379028057030756779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8585355737816049867/posts/default/6379028057030756779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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