<?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-6278453337811645</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:43:50.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>bloggin my poems</title><subtitle type='html'>i pen down the spontaneous thoughts of mine.....few are not hat serious but few are very deep feelings of mine!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Pranet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824652366621082249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkZ30hlDuFc/SWj_LHxiduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_VQaFTbp8gc/S220/DSC01099.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278453337811645.post-3054413724668413388</id><published>2009-06-23T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T06:31:11.167-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't feel like goin' back!</title><content type='html'>With every second I grow closer to my destination.&lt;br /&gt;…Can’t say how deep is my frustration!&lt;br /&gt;It took me three years to understand,&lt;br /&gt;Shouldn’t have left home for a distant land!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I missed everybody…&lt;br /&gt;When I needed at least somebody!&lt;br /&gt;I don’t feel like goin’&lt;br /&gt;But I have to keep moving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life’s so monotonous out here…&lt;br /&gt;Now I repent…wish could have stayed back there.&lt;br /&gt;Given a chance, will never return to this place,&lt;br /&gt;Life’s so boring…it moves with slow pace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278453337811645-3054413724668413388?l=pranetpatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/feeds/3054413724668413388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-feel-like-goin-back.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/3054413724668413388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/3054413724668413388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/06/dont-feel-like-goin-back.html' title='Don&apos;t feel like goin&apos; back!'/><author><name>Pranet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824652366621082249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkZ30hlDuFc/SWj_LHxiduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_VQaFTbp8gc/S220/DSC01099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278453337811645.post-8112938888813964186</id><published>2009-06-12T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T05:06:28.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Examinations</title><content type='html'>So many faces with so many expressions,&lt;br /&gt;All are busy in their discussions.&lt;br /&gt;Discussions with their mind or their neighbors,&lt;br /&gt;Who cares, it’s marks what matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching the final year…&lt;br /&gt;The marks didn’t remain too dear!&lt;br /&gt;We have made our conditions so poor…&lt;br /&gt;Even after getting the questions, we suffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I can see a few more in my category,&lt;br /&gt;Even they’ve stopped fighting against their misery.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure the rest will soon join us…&lt;br /&gt;Except a few who always betray us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278453337811645-8112938888813964186?l=pranetpatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/feeds/8112938888813964186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/06/examinations.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/8112938888813964186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/8112938888813964186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/06/examinations.html' title='Examinations'/><author><name>Pranet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824652366621082249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkZ30hlDuFc/SWj_LHxiduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_VQaFTbp8gc/S220/DSC01099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278453337811645.post-6795895769069032501</id><published>2009-01-11T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T11:38:20.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in my college</title><content type='html'>I was happy when I first came to this place,&lt;br /&gt;Unlike others, mine was a different case…&lt;br /&gt;Life sucked badly out there…&lt;br /&gt;Trust me its no better in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This campus makes a huge impression upon a stranger.&lt;br /&gt;Even I fell for it as an outsider…&lt;br /&gt;I feel sick out here…&lt;br /&gt;And the girls are treated as a different species altogether!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Localites are disgusting…they all look the same.&lt;br /&gt;They are uncouth, hooligans what I call them.&lt;br /&gt;They speak of culture and they are the most uncultured,&lt;br /&gt;They’re rough and not at all well mannered!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teachers…wow!&lt;br /&gt;Never seen people with mentality so low!&lt;br /&gt;Couples are their foremost enemy…&lt;br /&gt;Forcing out respect is their hobby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even after all this shit…&lt;br /&gt;I’m gonna miss every bit of it.&lt;br /&gt;No matter what be the case…&lt;br /&gt;With friend, it’s always best days!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278453337811645-6795895769069032501?l=pranetpatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/feeds/6795895769069032501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/01/falling-in-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/6795895769069032501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/6795895769069032501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/01/falling-in-love.html' title='Life in my college'/><author><name>Pranet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824652366621082249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkZ30hlDuFc/SWj_LHxiduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_VQaFTbp8gc/S220/DSC01099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278453337811645.post-1199623978204897896</id><published>2009-01-11T11:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T11:38:40.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The train journey...</title><content type='html'>“THE TRAIN JOURNEY”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing here, the death is so near.&lt;br /&gt;I still keep standing ‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coz&lt;/span&gt; I have no fear.&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; I know my life has got many things still left for me,&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; I know my luck has got many blind turns still awaiting me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing here, I see the green pastures,&lt;br /&gt;Standing here, I see the cloudy sky.&lt;br /&gt;And a small drop of rain comes and hits my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As if even the Gods want me to cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wishes are never meant to be real,&lt;br /&gt;And I know my wounds will never heal.&lt;br /&gt;‘&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Coz&lt;/span&gt; the Gods steal whatever I want,&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still determined to live the way I want!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Note: I was inspired to write these lines standing at the open door of a running train.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278453337811645-1199623978204897896?l=pranetpatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/feeds/1199623978204897896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/01/train-journey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/1199623978204897896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/1199623978204897896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/01/train-journey.html' title='The train journey...'/><author><name>Pranet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824652366621082249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkZ30hlDuFc/SWj_LHxiduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_VQaFTbp8gc/S220/DSC01099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278453337811645.post-3204054795648668200</id><published>2009-01-10T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T12:27:53.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sudden realization!</title><content type='html'>I see the silent lake, and the woods behind.&lt;br /&gt;The world’s so silent with no peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;It seems so peaceful out there….&lt;br /&gt;Only I know it’s a storm in here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the kids playing round the corner,&lt;br /&gt;Indeed “ignorance is bliss”!&lt;br /&gt;To forget, I take this holy liquor,&lt;br /&gt;But it only reminds me of your sweet kiss!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get “high“to feel good,&lt;br /&gt;But the Gods feel bad when I’m ‘good ’!&lt;br /&gt;My “good“doesn’t last long…&lt;br /&gt;That’s my fate, got to live along!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278453337811645-3204054795648668200?l=pranetpatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/feeds/3204054795648668200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/01/sudden-realization.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/3204054795648668200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/3204054795648668200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/01/sudden-realization.html' title='A sudden realization!'/><author><name>Pranet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824652366621082249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkZ30hlDuFc/SWj_LHxiduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_VQaFTbp8gc/S220/DSC01099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278453337811645.post-6464672752546837372</id><published>2009-01-10T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:47:12.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Examination hall!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span &gt;So many faces with so many expressions,&lt;br /&gt;All are busy in their discussions.&lt;br /&gt;Discussions with their mind or their neighbors,&lt;br /&gt;Who cares, it’s marks what matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After reaching the final year…&lt;br /&gt;The marks didn’t remain too dear!&lt;br /&gt;We have made our conditions so poor…&lt;br /&gt;Even after getting the questions, we suffer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! I can see a few more in my category,&lt;br /&gt;Even they’ve stopped fighting against their misery.&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure the rest will soon join us…&lt;br /&gt;Except a few who always betray us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278453337811645-6464672752546837372?l=pranetpatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/feeds/6464672752546837372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/01/examination-hall.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/6464672752546837372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/6464672752546837372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/01/examination-hall.html' title='Examination hall!!!'/><author><name>Pranet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824652366621082249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkZ30hlDuFc/SWj_LHxiduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_VQaFTbp8gc/S220/DSC01099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6278453337811645.post-2445790060417322203</id><published>2009-01-10T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T11:42:24.718-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Scared</title><content type='html'>It’s three-thirty in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;And I still keep on writing...&lt;br /&gt;My head is full of tension…&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is full of frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have work in the morning,&lt;br /&gt;I know I have a life to live…&lt;br /&gt;I feel like breaking away everything…&lt;br /&gt;And now I feel like crying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is the world so quiet…&lt;br /&gt;Why ain’t the leaves rustling?&lt;br /&gt;Why is the sky so dark…&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t the dogs bark?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s an awkward silence outside,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m scared to look out.&lt;br /&gt;Why does it always happen with?&lt;br /&gt;And I wonder how deep is this cut!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6278453337811645-2445790060417322203?l=pranetpatra.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/feeds/2445790060417322203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/01/scared-its-three-thirty-in-morning-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/2445790060417322203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6278453337811645/posts/default/2445790060417322203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pranetpatra.blogspot.com/2009/01/scared-its-three-thirty-in-morning-and.html' title='Scared'/><author><name>Pranet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03824652366621082249</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WkZ30hlDuFc/SWj_LHxiduI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_VQaFTbp8gc/S220/DSC01099.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
