<?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-7370578</id><updated>2011-04-21T10:42:51.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Little Insane</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>189</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-2124954846433114605</id><published>2007-07-31T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:22:25.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Tomorrow and Beyond</title><content type='html'>Within the madness of the days,&lt;br /&gt;Something to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;Even if its just a tender hope,&lt;br /&gt;I can hear it in a sweet voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The troubles of yesterday defines,&lt;br /&gt;What may be to what may not be.&lt;br /&gt;The person moulded for tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;Corrupted yet polished!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;Your honour Silent and Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let not be taken for a ride,&lt;br /&gt;Often been told over and over.&lt;br /&gt;Yet kindness wishes to see,&lt;br /&gt;Only the good in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fires will burn and leave scars,&lt;br /&gt;Love will end and leave memories, &lt;br /&gt;Fear will seize and leave stories,&lt;br /&gt;Honour will rise and fall only with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;Your honour Silent and Loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the many paths to one truth,&lt;br /&gt;Honour will value the most. &lt;br /&gt;No gold, no diamonds nor loved ones,&lt;br /&gt;Compare to the beauty and flair of honour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As memories fade and faces around change,&lt;br /&gt;know that you will be remembered.&lt;br /&gt;Even if its in a little silent prayer,&lt;br /&gt;Never a tear to wash away the pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For tomorrow and beyond.&lt;br /&gt;Your honour Silent and Loud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-2124954846433114605?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/2124954846433114605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/2124954846433114605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2007/07/for-tomorrow-and-beyond.html' title='For Tomorrow and Beyond'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-8593681723903860896</id><published>2007-05-04T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T20:28:02.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Affairs</title><content type='html'>This spring weekend, &lt;br /&gt;As the fragrance of Romance &amp; Passion fill the day, &lt;br /&gt;Its time for the affairs of the heart to be renewed;&lt;br /&gt;The whispers in the air all around you,&lt;br /&gt;Are my words of love to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-8593681723903860896?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/8593681723903860896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/8593681723903860896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2007/05/spring-affairs.html' title='Spring Affairs'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-7250112977864157203</id><published>2007-04-19T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:45:45.245-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I to be the one..?</title><content type='html'>Am I to be the one..? To hold you in arms&lt;br /&gt;To grow and to wither ,&lt;br /&gt;In the storms we are to face,&lt;br /&gt;And the smiles we are to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world where hate prevails,&lt;br /&gt;When a person rarely finds his other;&lt;br /&gt;I found you among the many thorns,&lt;br /&gt;My rose, my wondrous source of lust&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mischievous sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;I bow my head down to your love.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes behold your face,&lt;br /&gt;The teasing words reveal your truth inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stand here just a picture,&lt;br /&gt;I forget your oppressions;&lt;br /&gt;Looking at your ecstatic eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I see only your radiant love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The affairs of passion adjust,&lt;br /&gt;When consciousness meets unconsciousness&lt;br /&gt;Like every person knows when he meets his other&lt;br /&gt;I now know my heart has met it's match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My eyes crave for you alone,&lt;br /&gt;Still I ponder, Am I to be the one..?&lt;br /&gt;The one who isn't found despite finding,&lt;br /&gt;To be the one lost to into the wilderness beyond.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-7250112977864157203?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/7250112977864157203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/7250112977864157203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2007/04/am-i-to-be-one.html' title='Am I to be the one..?'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-1641821955269516146</id><published>2007-02-24T10:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:03:06.507-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Girl</title><content type='html'>Hours past midnight and still looking into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Moving to the beats with her arms between mine,&lt;br /&gt;When suddenly interrupted by the dawn of day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life took over with a single ray,&lt;br /&gt;Memories of the dancing girl,&lt;br /&gt;The night faded away like tequila shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guitar strings stop in haste,&lt;br /&gt;Dancing shoes slow down their pace,&lt;br /&gt;The keyboards here no longer play my tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wait in thirst for the spark of night,&lt;br /&gt;To dance again with my love,&lt;br /&gt;An addiction so fond for me to lose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-1641821955269516146?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/1641821955269516146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/1641821955269516146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2007/02/dancing-girl.html' title='Dancing Girl'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-116654952627087222</id><published>2006-12-19T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T09:16:54.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Limited Dreams</title><content type='html'>Temptations, these temporary limitations,&lt;br /&gt;An elevation of my many dissolutions,&lt;br /&gt;In a mind with a life in own,&lt;br /&gt;A dream so far away from reality&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Words collide - Passions fly &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Logics collide - science overtakes&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Visions collide - Art engulfs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love collides - hate outshines&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Wicked or weird the callings of the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Fallen or risen from our unknown maker,&lt;br /&gt;A life to live if not but a dream, &lt;br /&gt;Heaven and earth but all the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-116654952627087222?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116654952627087222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116654952627087222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/12/limited-dreams.html' title='Limited Dreams'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-116365867325140034</id><published>2006-11-15T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T00:44:16.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Those Untamed</title><content type='html'>Love holds no pleasure for those untamed, &lt;br /&gt;It’s a parasite, spreading disease and hungry to kill.&lt;br /&gt;Love, Spreading filth in a beautiful world,&lt;br /&gt;Truly inspired and defined by unfeigned lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear holds no grounds for those untamed, &lt;br /&gt;Their fury burns any spirit that may rise.&lt;br /&gt;Fear, Liberating those very hopelessly lost souls, &lt;br /&gt;Disguised and living in search of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith holds no purpose for those untamed,&lt;br /&gt;And luck is for those frightfully ignorant.&lt;br /&gt;Faith, Too confused to know evil from good,&lt;br /&gt;Wandering night and day, among the breathing dead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-116365867325140034?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116365867325140034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116365867325140034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/11/for-those-untamed.html' title='For Those Untamed'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-116145431213507141</id><published>2006-10-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-21T11:11:52.233-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To The Nights</title><content type='html'>Tonight to tomorrow, every night, sundown to sunrise;&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate life...in all its form, in all its name. &lt;br /&gt;There is no tomorrow if there is not a today,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing is gonna stay the same as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;This Life is all you got, to call to your own; so live..&lt;br /&gt;Live tonight to tomorrow, every night; sundown to sunrise.&lt;br /&gt;Call the days with its names; the nights are all the same,&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing more certain than tonight before another tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-116145431213507141?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116145431213507141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116145431213507141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/10/to-nights.html' title='To The Nights'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-116098804158148150</id><published>2006-10-16T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-20T18:40:53.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doors</title><content type='html'>All around in circles and squares,&lt;br /&gt;In every laughter, in every pain,&lt;br /&gt;These battered souls search for their doors,&lt;br /&gt;With the unmarked key, in search of their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Home is not anywhere they hang their hats,&lt;br /&gt;It may not even be through the door up the stairs,&lt;br /&gt;The hollow key they hold, shows no map, no signs,&lt;br /&gt;Nor do their minds in this comic suspense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So excluded from their waiting nest,&lt;br /&gt;They seek pleasure in flesh and sweat,&lt;br /&gt;Drowning away their emotions one by one,&lt;br /&gt;In a web of illusions they call out their truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tangled with riddles of love,&lt;br /&gt;Lust, fear, pleasure and all they call life,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting their search, forgetting the doors,&lt;br /&gt;That take them back to their homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing not any longer one from the other,&lt;br /&gt;Blinded by the lights of life,&lt;br /&gt;These ghosts run in circles and square,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to look beyond themselves.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-116098804158148150?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116098804158148150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/116098804158148150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/10/doors.html' title='Doors'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-115440854724790589</id><published>2006-07-31T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-31T22:02:27.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Shadow to Love</title><content type='html'>Feels like I have been out here forever,&lt;br /&gt;Awake all day and all night,&lt;br /&gt;Drifting with the voices in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing not if today is a dream or reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I value lesser this new world around me ,&lt;br /&gt;Its words, Its ways, Its desires,&lt;br /&gt;A crypt holding dear my insanity,&lt;br /&gt;Untouched by the madness surrounding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beaten down by the routine of days,&lt;br /&gt;Dreams mount higher than clouds high above,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere ahead into the light,&lt;br /&gt;I look for the darkness to clear my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget how it felt to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;As I give away move than this world demands,&lt;br /&gt;I fade slowly into the brightness all around,&lt;br /&gt;With not a shadow near to hold my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-115440854724790589?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/115440854724790589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/115440854724790589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/07/shadow-to-love.html' title='A Shadow to Love'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-115234556969240510</id><published>2006-07-08T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-08T01:01:43.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In All Dreams to Come</title><content type='html'>I preach tonight, like the many before me;&lt;br /&gt;Without a candle to see my face,&lt;br /&gt;With only one message to be told:&lt;br /&gt;‘Silence! my fellow beings,&lt;br /&gt;Is in all your dreams to come'.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights speaks lesser tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Of the lessons forgotten so very soon,&lt;br /&gt;The heads turn away and the smiles grow slim,&lt;br /&gt;Words of passion, Words of honor, words in all,&lt;br /&gt;Heard less strong in a weakening dream. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good times; always another reach away,&lt;br /&gt;Enough no longer an option,&lt;br /&gt;As whispers fill shadows with expectations,&lt;br /&gt;Entertained by desires once condemned,&lt;br /&gt;Unfolding into a final disappointment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nights to go, the dreams to stay,&lt;br /&gt;Count not up, count not down,&lt;br /&gt;For nobody is sane, it’s been told:&lt;br /&gt;‘Silence! my fellow beings,&lt;br /&gt;Is in all your dreams to come'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-115234556969240510?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/115234556969240510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/115234556969240510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-all-dreams-to-come.html' title='In All Dreams to Come'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114944283540322032</id><published>2006-06-04T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T10:45:27.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Distant Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Staring into the hill tops far ahead,&lt;br /&gt;She sat, reticent, on the leather seat.&lt;br /&gt;While the traffic in the background buzzed on,&lt;br /&gt;She shifted in hope to a more comfortable position.&lt;br /&gt;As time stood still in conscience,&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts refused to wane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a slow relaxed motion, she reached out,&lt;br /&gt;Held my hands in a gentle grasp.&lt;br /&gt;“Ti voglio bene" She mumbled in her accented Italian, &lt;br /&gt;Then receded back into her deep thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Even the loud music glaring from the car stereo,&lt;br /&gt;Now seemed distant as those hill tops up ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her trance broke, trying to focus, she forced a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty unparallel, that innocence said all.&lt;br /&gt;I forced my eyes back onto the road,&lt;br /&gt;The road up ahead now looked very different.&lt;br /&gt;Headed for our separate destinations somewhere far away,&lt;br /&gt;Silence spread around, in our minds into our thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-114944283540322032?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114944283540322032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114944283540322032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/06/distant-thoughts.html' title='Distant Thoughts'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114912027499486790</id><published>2006-05-31T17:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T07:46:36.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inevitable</title><content type='html'>I'm tempted to take this plunge,&lt;br /&gt;Could be my most spectacular failure yet. &lt;br /&gt;This was not by any given choice,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody really chooses who they fall in love with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll bet my everything on a single possibility,&lt;br /&gt;If she loves me, she will say she does.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to determine what emotions are valid, &lt;br /&gt;How they're justified or when they're just mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One bad decision inevitably leads to another,&lt;br /&gt;Yet one good one rarely to another.&lt;br /&gt;I search for words to fill the emotions,&lt;br /&gt;I wait for her love to share my feelings.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-114912027499486790?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114912027499486790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114912027499486790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/05/inevitable_31.html' title='Inevitable'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114474510444291055</id><published>2006-04-11T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T01:49:58.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song For The Unknowns</title><content type='html'>In the witching hour when only the devil listens,&lt;br /&gt;I think of you and I think of me.&lt;br /&gt;My thoughts splitting the amazing wave,&lt;br /&gt;Racing and riding the coming darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been long since it happened last,&lt;br /&gt;Indulgence into my body and mind.&lt;br /&gt;As others detach from everything around,&lt;br /&gt;I unite into the surroundings hidden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reminding myself not to forget the questions,&lt;br /&gt;Looking out for what I am to correct?&lt;br /&gt;Knowing well there is nothing here, &lt;br /&gt;But the thoughts hidden in others minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into midnight as sanity sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;Ask aloud for my madness and I shall show,&lt;br /&gt;Mystical and deep, you'll be touched,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I call it wisdom..Sometimes poetry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight as rhythm sleeps,&lt;br /&gt;I shall sing in praise of all the unknowns,&lt;br /&gt;Behind the shadows and in the light,&lt;br /&gt;Calling it a song riddled in fear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-114474510444291055?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114474510444291055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114474510444291055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/04/song-for-unknowns.html' title='A Song For The Unknowns'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114425795060827477</id><published>2006-04-05T10:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T17:14:01.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality</title><content type='html'>Reality , such a myth&lt;br /&gt;Hidden deep within realms,&lt;br /&gt;Open to minds of only the insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything told and everything to be told,&lt;br /&gt;Everything held and everything to be held,&lt;br /&gt;Makes no dent on this hidden myth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such cruelty, in the name of reality,&lt;br /&gt;A false sense of security,&lt;br /&gt;A broken sense of existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Real to none but its own reality,&lt;br /&gt;Living up to its own myth,&lt;br /&gt;Its stands like truth yet to be understood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-114425795060827477?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114425795060827477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114425795060827477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/04/reality.html' title='Reality'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114362933984807107</id><published>2006-03-29T02:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T10:31:04.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beginnings</title><content type='html'>Memories of the many beginnings,&lt;br /&gt;Some we remember, some we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the old vanishing angles,&lt;br /&gt;New circles and new functions arise,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for none , not even the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New boundaries to many questions,&lt;br /&gt;Going on and on like a storm,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking all that seemed clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No signs of decline,&lt;br /&gt;In your head, nor in mine.&lt;br /&gt;So then what's to fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New beginnings are here to hold&lt;br /&gt;Some we remember, some we won't.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-114362933984807107?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114362933984807107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114362933984807107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/03/beginnings.html' title='Beginnings'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-114327396767740138</id><published>2006-03-25T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:07:12.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tilted</title><content type='html'>I sit on my chair,&lt;br /&gt;My head tilted to the left,&lt;br /&gt;Opening my eyes to the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to whats seen right,&lt;br /&gt;I ponder about everything,&lt;br /&gt;Through the eyes of everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I have met in the past months.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand their words.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand their hurdles.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand their feelings.&lt;br /&gt;I dont understand their truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet somewhere in my future,&lt;br /&gt;Is an answer I hope to understand.&lt;br /&gt;The time beats faster than my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Here I wait to hold my chance .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still on my chair,&lt;br /&gt;My head tilted to the left.&lt;br /&gt;Shutting my eyes to the light.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-114327396767740138?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114327396767740138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/114327396767740138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/03/tilted.html' title='Tilted'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113830022944304665</id><published>2006-01-26T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T09:26:54.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments</title><content type='html'>Moments of confusion, in and around,&lt;br /&gt;Stacked up higher and higher, above the other,&lt;br /&gt;All came rolling down, in one little tear drop,&lt;br /&gt;As her voice broke with a pinch of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still trying to find her own stand, &lt;br /&gt;Abstract to all those things combined, &lt;br /&gt;Her intentions, her emotions, her memories ,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing against those morning, waking all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perceptions of my human mind, &lt;br /&gt;Those from her words spoken in such trust, &lt;br /&gt;Some strange feelings, some others even stranger, &lt;br /&gt;Left me holding her on closer than ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-113830022944304665?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113830022944304665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113830022944304665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/moments.html' title='Moments'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113640088842784149</id><published>2006-01-04T10:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T08:59:37.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strokes</title><content type='html'>I am plagued with the unknown&lt;br /&gt;Living and breathing, waiting for reality,&lt;br /&gt;To magically appear, from under my nose,&lt;br /&gt;And set aside a fear, that’s only in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Limited by the stroke of my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;I write these words in paragraphs,&lt;br /&gt;Beginning, middle and end,&lt;br /&gt;Already set deep in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll move to breaking down the scenes,&lt;br /&gt;Those that are crucial, for my preaching insanity,&lt;br /&gt;Going back through to connect the dots,&lt;br /&gt;Only to abandon it, thirty words into my story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing said, nothing to be said,&lt;br /&gt;This is my new plan,&lt;br /&gt;Thus far, it is not working,&lt;br /&gt;But all is well here, this is another year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/strokes" rel="tag"&gt;strokes&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-113640088842784149?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113640088842784149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113640088842784149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2006/01/strokes.html' title='Strokes'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113514471213940944</id><published>2005-12-20T21:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T09:00:13.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilder Days</title><content type='html'>Childish in my wilder days,&lt;br /&gt;I had wished for this ghost girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who walked down my school hall,&lt;br /&gt;Haunting my every day since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ghost that I knew,&lt;br /&gt;Who never answered my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;I wondered if she was always wishing,&lt;br /&gt;A way to find her a ghost boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never did I know,&lt;br /&gt;In the many years in between,&lt;br /&gt;It was I who haunted her there,&lt;br /&gt;With my boyish arrogance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She went away without a whisper,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me looking inside a portal,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what it would have been like,&lt;br /&gt;Had I been the ghost boy she desired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Defeated by this beautiful ghost ,&lt;br /&gt;I ran alone the miles and miles ahead,&lt;br /&gt;Counting those memories never made,&lt;br /&gt;Molding myself into the man today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://technorati.com/tag/wilder+days" rel="tag"&gt;wilder days&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-113514471213940944?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113514471213940944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113514471213940944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/wilder-days.html' title='Wilder Days'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113449975027192210</id><published>2005-12-13T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T11:55:37.220-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be More Than Whats To Be</title><content type='html'>Today, I am what you see&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, I am what I dream.&lt;br /&gt;My stream, My being.&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday to today,&lt;br /&gt;On my way to tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I am to be a better form,&lt;br /&gt;To be more than whats to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this enterprise of my own,&lt;br /&gt;The emotions that I learn.&lt;br /&gt;My rules, My destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Superior to one,&lt;br /&gt;Inferior to none&lt;br /&gt;I am to be a better form,&lt;br /&gt;To be more than whats to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-113449975027192210?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113449975027192210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113449975027192210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/to-be-more-than-whats-to-be.html' title='To Be More Than Whats To Be'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113409449728192243</id><published>2005-12-08T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:15:52.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unspoken Tunes</title><content type='html'>Memories faint struggling to surface,&lt;br /&gt;In all its turns, insane tunes,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if it will ever be heard,&lt;br /&gt;In a voice I wish to be yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your name is back in the air, &lt;br /&gt;All around me and in my head,&lt;br /&gt;The unspoken tunes from my youth,&lt;br /&gt;Ringing with that certain grace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A soft silence in my reality,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden feelings of unspoken times,&lt;br /&gt;My hands drumming away words,&lt;br /&gt;Never to be written , Never to be heard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-113409449728192243?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113409449728192243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113409449728192243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/12/unspoken-tunes.html' title='Unspoken Tunes'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113318932713714376</id><published>2005-11-28T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T12:28:24.316-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallen</title><content type='html'>As I sit here now,&lt;br /&gt;I can smell your fragrance,&lt;br /&gt;In the air behind me.&lt;br /&gt;I search for those perfect words,&lt;br /&gt;And the strength to say them aloud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I threw down your love once,&lt;br /&gt;It fell hard, as would anything else,&lt;br /&gt;Disfiguring and disappearing,&lt;br /&gt;I walked away on a foggy night,&lt;br /&gt;As the winds changed tones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I could leave you,&lt;br /&gt;justified it I try with many a crazy reasons,&lt;br /&gt;Yet on that rainy night when insanity struck,&lt;br /&gt;I rode off into the night, into my darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Deaf to the many voices in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember you always teasing:&lt;br /&gt;My eyes spoke the truth,&lt;br /&gt;On those little times they ever spoke.&lt;br /&gt;I can feel your innocent touch,&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here falling deeper into my ignorance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words I then spoke aloud: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk away from me before I turn,&lt;br /&gt;Save our love and all that you trust,&lt;br /&gt;Let it remain as pure as it be,&lt;br /&gt;Your love that I once misplaced,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t push it down for another fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forgive me if you must,&lt;br /&gt;For I deserve a repute not such,&lt;br /&gt;Your love that breeze so strong,&lt;br /&gt;Has a place forever in my life,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t push it down for another fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-113318932713714376?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113318932713714376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113318932713714376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/11/fallen.html' title='Fallen'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113169432714628135</id><published>2005-11-10T22:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T10:26:35.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Melody</title><content type='html'>On a rainy night, with silent melody,&lt;br /&gt;I, shatter like glass,&lt;br /&gt;Into a million glitters,&lt;br /&gt;Spreading sparks into the dim sky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rain beat them down, &lt;br /&gt;Taking me closer into the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this hinge of my unity,&lt;br /&gt;I seek separation;&lt;br /&gt;Of the mind,&lt;br /&gt;From the bonds of my body.&lt;br /&gt;Of the silence, &lt;br /&gt;From the depth of my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rising like a cloud, with silent melody, &lt;br /&gt;I, to the sands above the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Closer to that midnight sun,&lt;br /&gt;Away from good and evil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rise to my place hidden,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond the holds of sanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this hinge of my insanity,&lt;br /&gt;I seek union;&lt;br /&gt;Of the thought,&lt;br /&gt;To the signs of my soul.&lt;br /&gt;Of the faith, &lt;br /&gt;To the depth of my knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-113169432714628135?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113169432714628135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113169432714628135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/11/silent-melody.html' title='Silent Melody'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-113108672513620438</id><published>2005-11-03T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T14:38:41.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Picture Within</title><content type='html'>Holding on to that treasure, &lt;br /&gt;As your eyes hit upon mine, &lt;br /&gt;The beauty this picture holds,&lt;br /&gt;I wish so to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words that are held back, &lt;br /&gt;Those that i wish to sound, &lt;br /&gt;Breaking free from within&lt;br /&gt;Spreading love into my name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That fury your eyes seek, &lt;br /&gt;Cutting deep into my mind, &lt;br /&gt;To witness such insanity, &lt;br /&gt;In a picture unreal to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If those thoughts so seek,&lt;br /&gt;Spread your lips into a smile,&lt;br /&gt;Breaking free from within&lt;br /&gt;Spreading love into my name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-113108672513620438?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113108672513620438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/113108672513620438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/11/picture-within.html' title='A Picture Within'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112966729777559912</id><published>2005-10-18T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T14:12:08.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So Unforgetful</title><content type='html'>Sweetness on earth,&lt;br /&gt;My rarest sight no more,&lt;br /&gt;Your presence as pleasure grows,&lt;br /&gt;In all my seven rhymes,&lt;br /&gt;Never a touch so virtuous,&lt;br /&gt;So unforgetful to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words, these words, &lt;br /&gt;Worlds not mere words, &lt;br /&gt;Parading mystery riddled in love, &lt;br /&gt;Pleasant words that burn, &lt;br /&gt;Brighter than your beaming smile, &lt;br /&gt;So unforgetful to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only delight to the perfect mind,&lt;br /&gt;Flavored with modesty and benignant grace,&lt;br /&gt;Affection with a tint of fear,&lt;br /&gt;In an earth burdened by your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;My arms proud to hold in yours,&lt;br /&gt;So unforgetful to my senses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Towards a future beyond today,&lt;br /&gt;Of the many paths unseen to my eye,&lt;br /&gt;As darkness awaits the failing light,&lt;br /&gt;I stop to reflect my wealth,&lt;br /&gt;The love beaming through your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;So unforgetful to my senses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112966729777559912?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112966729777559912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112966729777559912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/10/so-unforgetful.html' title='So Unforgetful'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112879018641639218</id><published>2005-10-08T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-09T07:43:58.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Reality</title><content type='html'>It happened, &lt;br /&gt;As it usually happens, &lt;br /&gt;My words stumbled, &lt;br /&gt;My eyes wandered, &lt;br /&gt;Out of place. Out of purpose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked about life, &lt;br /&gt;Sounded like empty lies.&lt;br /&gt;A subconscious inhibition,&lt;br /&gt;My hands no longer held hers, &lt;br /&gt;As we sat beside one last time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She talked to me,&lt;br /&gt;She talked about us,&lt;br /&gt;Her straight hair,&lt;br /&gt;Her leaning shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;No longer my missing puzzle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought to myself, &lt;br /&gt;That night our eyes met,&lt;br /&gt;What attracted me to her?&lt;br /&gt;It did not matter anymore, &lt;br /&gt;I feel bitterly empty now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weakness of spirit, &lt;br /&gt;Is for me to repent, &lt;br /&gt;Letting go of reality, &lt;br /&gt;In search of a dream, &lt;br /&gt;That I may never wake up with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112879018641639218?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112879018641639218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112879018641639218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/10/breaking-reality.html' title='Breaking Reality'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112783797987292021</id><published>2005-09-27T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:19:39.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One After The Other</title><content type='html'>A begining, a new truth,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by suprises,&lt;br /&gt;Rising above each,&lt;br /&gt;One after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A begining, a new face,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Brighter than the other,&lt;br /&gt;One after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A begining, a new meaning,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by questions,&lt;br /&gt;Needing one answer,&lt;br /&gt;One after the other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A begining, a new love,&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Attraction onto affection,&lt;br /&gt;One after the other.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112783797987292021?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112783797987292021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112783797987292021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/one-after-other.html' title='One After The Other'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112751451890893333</id><published>2005-09-23T15:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T00:17:28.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nameless</title><content type='html'>Blinding light,&lt;br /&gt;Showed me this path,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden between emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beauty lay found,&lt;br /&gt;Untouched by the soul,&lt;br /&gt;So pure ; so neglected,&lt;br /&gt;Nameless within myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hiding away under light,&lt;br /&gt;From start to time,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden between emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Nameless within myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112751451890893333?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112751451890893333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112751451890893333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/nameless.html' title='Nameless'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112719877382423905</id><published>2005-09-19T23:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T09:22:02.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Drift</title><content type='html'>The ocean, the sky, the lies,&lt;br /&gt;Vast around my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Shutting one out for the other,&lt;br /&gt;I dive inside to seek, &lt;br /&gt;The pearl of my desires,&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of my heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112719877382423905?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112719877382423905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112719877382423905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/drift.html' title='A Drift'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112642633823628779</id><published>2005-09-12T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T19:09:05.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Far As Eye Could See.</title><content type='html'>I was in a dream,&lt;br /&gt;As far as eye could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking down this street,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing looked like the other,&lt;br /&gt;Colors that needed no light,&lt;br /&gt;No patterns to be recognized,&lt;br /&gt;I walked as everything behind faded,&lt;br /&gt;I tried but I could not turn and see,&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;As far as eye could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was walking naked,&lt;br /&gt;Everything I touched disappeared,&lt;br /&gt;The mirrors showed me no more,&lt;br /&gt;Last drops left my veins as I faded,&lt;br /&gt;So beautiful all that at once,&lt;br /&gt;I freed myself from myself,&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dream,&lt;br /&gt;As far as eye could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked that lonely road,&lt;br /&gt;Cried into many a deaf ears: &lt;br /&gt;Wake me up before its too long,&lt;br /&gt;Or put me to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I do not remember much now,&lt;br /&gt;I let it all go like a dream,&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing it was reality,&lt;br /&gt;I was in a dream.&lt;br /&gt;As far as eye could see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112642633823628779?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112642633823628779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112642633823628779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/as-far-as-eye-could-see.html' title='As Far As Eye Could See.'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112612604008019470</id><published>2005-09-07T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T14:21:56.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again</title><content type='html'>Two stars and a quarter moon,&lt;br /&gt;To make up your eyes and nose,&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere hidden in that darkness,&lt;br /&gt;Is your glowing smile;&lt;br /&gt;I wait to see.&lt;br /&gt;I wait to see.&lt;br /&gt;That smile; one more time,&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto that lost dream;&lt;br /&gt;Someday your smile shall be mine,&lt;br /&gt;Once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the darkness up above,&lt;br /&gt;I look back into that past,&lt;br /&gt;When we held hands,&lt;br /&gt;And kissed with no concerns;&lt;br /&gt;I wait to see.&lt;br /&gt;I wait to see.&lt;br /&gt;You ; one more time,&lt;br /&gt;Holding onto that lost dream;&lt;br /&gt;Someday your kiss shall be mine,&lt;br /&gt;Once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sounds of those birds,&lt;br /&gt;That break this silence,&lt;br /&gt;Sing a broken song ,&lt;br /&gt;Holding me to my broken promise;&lt;br /&gt;I wait to see.&lt;br /&gt;I wait to see.&lt;br /&gt;That love; one more time,&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to that lost dream;&lt;br /&gt;Someday your love shall be mine,&lt;br /&gt;Once again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112612604008019470?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112612604008019470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112612604008019470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/09/once-again.html' title='Once Again'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112541586401949044</id><published>2005-08-30T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T11:24:39.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>In trying times, so may come,&lt;br /&gt;When our memories fade;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of that last memory,&lt;br /&gt;Would it befall without a special pinch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the needs of self rises,&lt;br /&gt;Higher than those spoken dreams;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of that last memory, &lt;br /&gt;Would it chance without a second blink?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture this now, before that surrender,&lt;br /&gt;Of those feelings to be left unsaid;&lt;br /&gt;As the roads would separate under us,&lt;br /&gt;Would it leave with more than oursleves?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In trying times, so may come, &lt;br /&gt;When false sacrifices shall be summed;&lt;br /&gt;Letting go of that last memory,&lt;br /&gt;Would it be so that very easy?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112541586401949044?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112541586401949044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112541586401949044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112521189708676360</id><published>2005-08-27T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T23:51:37.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An End?</title><content type='html'>In the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Is there a cliff?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a hill?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a wall?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone else?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a view?&lt;br /&gt;Is there a sound?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Is there an end?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112521189708676360?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112521189708676360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112521189708676360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/end.html' title='An End?'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112490341325721659</id><published>2005-08-24T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T23:22:45.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Tryst</title><content type='html'>I rested my feet, Under the shade of a tree.&lt;br /&gt;I sat next to one who knew where he stood,&lt;br /&gt;His place on this earth,his duty to this system,&lt;br /&gt;All the while singing to the winds.&lt;br /&gt;He stopped to say hello to me; a resting man,&lt;br /&gt;Still lost amoung the tracks in search of his place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our conversations grew into discussions,&lt;br /&gt;Deeper and deeper than just colours;&lt;br /&gt;We talked about life, space and all within&lt;br /&gt;Of heights on deapth and all those conquests.&lt;br /&gt;I was amazed at his simple undawdled truth,&lt;br /&gt;Intune with himself and his song to the winds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the night grew silent, it was time to part.&lt;br /&gt;I thanked him for his time and wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving there with less questions,&lt;br /&gt;I turned back to watch him singing to the winds.&lt;br /&gt;My tryst with a piece of nature,&lt;br /&gt;This blade of grass that tingled my thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112490341325721659?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112490341325721659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112490341325721659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-tryst.html' title='My Tryst'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112430439257051542</id><published>2005-08-17T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T11:51:10.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Her Faith</title><content type='html'>The hand that held her ,&lt;br /&gt;With the promise of love,&lt;br /&gt;Nowhere then to be held,&lt;br /&gt;When she hung from a cliff. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her feet kicked around,&lt;br /&gt;Searching for some ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her arms held on in pain.&lt;br /&gt;As numbness crept within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her ears deaf from her screams&lt;br /&gt;Still no sign of that hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her voice muted to her own ears&lt;br /&gt;Love faded into an abyss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes judging the fall,&lt;br /&gt;Looking up once for that hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her mind in constant re runs,&lt;br /&gt;Of memories once held dear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now thanked the lord for her faith,&lt;br /&gt;The faith that helped let go,&lt;br /&gt;Of the hand that held her,&lt;br /&gt;Away from her destiny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112430439257051542?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112430439257051542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112430439257051542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/her-faith.html' title='Her Faith'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112421036013261718</id><published>2005-08-16T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T09:39:20.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Kingdom</title><content type='html'>I have under my skin,&lt;br /&gt;The blood of a king,&lt;br /&gt;I ride these paths,&lt;br /&gt;Into the valley on man,&lt;br /&gt;To dethrone the coward,&lt;br /&gt;Who hides from me,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me from my destiny.&lt;br /&gt;I am the king,&lt;br /&gt;The king of kings,&lt;br /&gt;In search of my kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112421036013261718?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112421036013261718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112421036013261718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-kingdom.html' title='My Kingdom'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112388365005378973</id><published>2005-08-12T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T16:30:50.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Day</title><content type='html'>On this one day,&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunny day,&lt;br /&gt;I craved to stay inside,&lt;br /&gt;Curled under my special blanket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have a worry.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt have a memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My words at ease.&lt;br /&gt;My world at rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned my face away from the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Said a little prayer for everyone outside,&lt;br /&gt;I pulled the blanket over my head,&lt;br /&gt;As I drifted back into my trance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112388365005378973?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112388365005378973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112388365005378973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/one-day.html' title='One Day'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112348331923246266</id><published>2005-08-07T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T16:31:53.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Somewhere Behind</title><content type='html'>Somewhere behind, &lt;br /&gt;I left a turn, &lt;br /&gt;I cant remember where &lt;br /&gt;I cant remember when, &lt;br /&gt;I am too far to go back, &lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I am looking for anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere behind,&lt;br /&gt;I left a memory,&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember who&lt;br /&gt;I cant remember what&lt;br /&gt;I am too far to go back,&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what I am looking for anymore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112348331923246266?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112348331923246266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112348331923246266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/somewhere-behind.html' title='Somewhere Behind'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112337102667443046</id><published>2005-08-06T15:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T16:30:26.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistakes</title><content type='html'>Dont wait for any more words&lt;br /&gt;Leave the way you came&lt;br /&gt;The door opens out&lt;br /&gt;Forget my face for your sake&lt;br /&gt;I dont exist, Till I say I do&lt;br /&gt;I am your worst mistake&lt;br /&gt;Dont make it worse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112337102667443046?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112337102667443046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112337102667443046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/mistakes.html' title='Mistakes'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112299687594106058</id><published>2005-08-02T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T08:37:30.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Of Teachings And Visions</title><content type='html'>The teachings are out there,&lt;br /&gt;For us all to see,&lt;br /&gt;Through our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Sewn shut in pride. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We question whats out there,&lt;br /&gt;We create a world behind darkness,&lt;br /&gt;So when we do open our eyes,&lt;br /&gt;We imagine we will see good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we visoned in unison,&lt;br /&gt;Of a world wonderful and full,&lt;br /&gt;Knoweldge was to be crowned king,&lt;br /&gt;But we chose democracy instead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112299687594106058?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112299687594106058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112299687594106058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/08/of-teachings-and-visions.html' title='Of Teachings And Visions'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112282100217302858</id><published>2005-07-31T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T09:46:01.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunk Revolutions</title><content type='html'>Revolutions gone bad ,&lt;br /&gt;The graves lay barren,&lt;br /&gt;In our quest for immortality,&lt;br /&gt;Living our deaths, day to day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This day, the Lord forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;In miseries, we still seek poets,&lt;br /&gt;Their twisted words, their politics,&lt;br /&gt;To shelter us from the war of minds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mighty shall prevail, they say,&lt;br /&gt;When nothing left to conquer;&lt;br /&gt;Death will have his last laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Our scum are no longer his to take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foes and friends, poetry in head,&lt;br /&gt;Faces unknown, face to face, &lt;br /&gt;Drawn swords and broken lives,&lt;br /&gt;Thirsting over a fallen dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fox that set this revolution,&lt;br /&gt;Lay quiet in an only grave,&lt;br /&gt;Into the mud he sank,&lt;br /&gt;No more words, no more wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In search of wealth, the rest left,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting over paper like it were god,&lt;br /&gt;Fires that raged, set forth one nation,&lt;br /&gt;Glory onto man, under shut eyes of the Lord.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112282100217302858?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112282100217302858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112282100217302858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunk-revolutions.html' title='Sunk Revolutions'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112239361840610031</id><published>2005-07-26T08:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T11:43:06.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bless This Kiss</title><content type='html'>She blew life into her falling hair,&lt;br /&gt;Inched closer to my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Sang to me with words so few,&lt;br /&gt;In a silent dark room:&lt;br /&gt;On this lovely night, bless me a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Propel me into the universe above,&lt;br /&gt;To bring you back its beauty in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Yours to keep like a blinking star.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold her by my side,&lt;br /&gt;She is the vision of my tomorrow, &lt;br /&gt;I am lost without her eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She bit my lips,&lt;br /&gt;With the touch of silk;&lt;br /&gt;Spoke to me, ever so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;As her tongue played its flute,&lt;br /&gt;I gave myself into those soft words, &lt;br /&gt;I flew carefree in her world, &lt;br /&gt;My wealth had no meaning, &lt;br /&gt;My love had no boundaries,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I submit to her nature, &lt;br /&gt;No crown , no glory can keep me,&lt;br /&gt;On a lovely night, to bless her this kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112239361840610031?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112239361840610031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112239361840610031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/07/bless-this-kiss.html' title='Bless This Kiss'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112225265150699880</id><published>2005-07-24T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T17:54:29.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Summer Afternoon</title><content type='html'>On a hot summer afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for rain again and again,&lt;br /&gt;To beat down like drums.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harder and harder,&lt;br /&gt;On my arms, in my face,&lt;br /&gt;To cool me and my skin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a head that never stops spining,&lt;br /&gt;For a little sleep that never sets,&lt;br /&gt;I sit curled in a cool shelter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take one extra look for the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;That are no where to be found,&lt;br /&gt;On a clear sky, blue for miles and miles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a hot summer afternoon,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for rain again and again,&lt;br /&gt;For that cleansing so long due.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112225265150699880?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112225265150699880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112225265150699880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/07/summer-afternoon.html' title='A Summer Afternoon'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112187588885615753</id><published>2005-07-20T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T13:33:24.276-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Learning</title><content type='html'>I have learnt to walk, I have learnt to run,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to talk, I have learnt to shout,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to cry, I have learnt to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to smile, I have learnt to hide,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to care, I have learnt to forget,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to love, I have learnt to hate,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to drive, I have learnt to race,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to advise, I have learnt to listen,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to work, I have learnt to delegate,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to build, I have learnt to destroy,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to think, I have learnt to decide,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to matter, I have learnt to disappear,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to pressure, I have learnt to mentor,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to keep, I have learnt to part,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to act, I have learnt to be,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to party, I have learnt to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to test, I have learnt to propose,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to win, I have learnt to lose,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to grow, I have learnt to resign,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to earn, I have learnt to spend&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to promise, I have learnt to fulfill,&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt....&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt....&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much more to learn, I have learnt:&lt;br /&gt;I am learning to live, I am living to learn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112187588885615753?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112187588885615753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112187588885615753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/07/my-learning.html' title='My Learning'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112158532308848332</id><published>2005-07-17T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:18:27.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Your Smile</title><content type='html'>In your smile, there is a secret&lt;br /&gt;Hidden from your own eyes,&lt;br /&gt;A mystery waiting to blossom,&lt;br /&gt;Whiter than your whitest lie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your smile, there is a touch,&lt;br /&gt;Showered onto only your most precious,&lt;br /&gt;Family, pets and those bald little babies.&lt;br /&gt;Never to this stranger from far far away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your smile, there is a thought,&lt;br /&gt;Of a shoulder to hide your fear,&lt;br /&gt;To hold the best and hide the worst,&lt;br /&gt;With waiting words to brighten a lonely day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In your smile, there is a light,&lt;br /&gt;That lead this stranger to your land,&lt;br /&gt;So far, no matter, yet I wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Will that smile forever shine?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112158532308848332?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112158532308848332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112158532308848332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/07/in-your-smile.html' title='In Your Smile'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112100514653769813</id><published>2005-07-10T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T11:18:59.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tears That Swept Her</title><content type='html'>Tears that swept her; a broken dream,&lt;br /&gt;Flooded memories deep within your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;You shiver in the chill of your breath,&lt;br /&gt;Words left unsaid echo within your thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;A smile to cover your fears,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling naked and cheated,&lt;br /&gt;You ran from the world,&lt;br /&gt;You ran from yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears that swept her; a broken girl,&lt;br /&gt;Unkept promises and forgotten freinds.&lt;br /&gt;Your knees failed to hold their own,&lt;br /&gt;Emotions left untouched leave you breathless.&lt;br /&gt;A scream to break your silence,&lt;br /&gt;Feeling lonely and helpless,&lt;br /&gt;You ran from the world,&lt;br /&gt;You ran from yourself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112100514653769813?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112100514653769813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112100514653769813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/07/tears-that-swept-her.html' title='Tears That Swept Her'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-112016506681410391</id><published>2005-06-30T13:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:57:46.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart</title><content type='html'>I am pure at heart&lt;br /&gt;My voice dont waver in dark,&lt;br /&gt;My words hold force,&lt;br /&gt;My audience have my choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am broken at heart,&lt;br /&gt;My voice silent in dark,&lt;br /&gt;My words hold passion,&lt;br /&gt;My audience have light tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dark at heart,&lt;br /&gt;My voice haunt in dark,&lt;br /&gt;My words hold fear,&lt;br /&gt;My audience have no face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am complete at heart,&lt;br /&gt;My voice build confidence,&lt;br /&gt;My words hold faith,&lt;br /&gt;My audience have it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-112016506681410391?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112016506681410391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/112016506681410391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-heart.html' title='My Heart'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111997820886326027</id><published>2005-06-28T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:54:49.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am One</title><content type='html'>Its One Year Here!&lt;br /&gt;I am One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the new doors that open,&lt;br /&gt;To those new words yet to be chosen,&lt;br /&gt;To those emotions to be driven,&lt;br /&gt;To you, My Desires, My Words,&lt;br /&gt;My Thoughts, My Insanity, My Love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111997820886326027?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111997820886326027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111997820886326027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-one.html' title='I Am One'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111992736239155089</id><published>2005-06-27T19:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:56:38.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am ..</title><content type='html'>I am wind,&lt;br /&gt;I am life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am earth,&lt;br /&gt;I am strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fire,&lt;br /&gt;I am fury.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am water,&lt;br /&gt;I am pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ether,&lt;br /&gt;I am one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111992736239155089?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111992736239155089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111992736239155089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am.html' title='I Am ..'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111949962522025023</id><published>2005-06-22T21:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T21:10:16.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search Of More</title><content type='html'>What happened , she asked, to that boy she knew&lt;br /&gt;Always wanted more, more than he could even dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened, she asked, with a tear in her eye&lt;br /&gt;I couldnt see but I heard it in her voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened, I said , with a memory in my head&lt;br /&gt;In search of more that boy lost what he held.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened ,I said, with no regret anymore&lt;br /&gt;In seach of more that boy grew into a man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened, I said, with a touch of charm,&lt;br /&gt;Time will get me more, with all that I now hold and more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111949962522025023?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111949962522025023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111949962522025023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-search-of-more.html' title='In Search Of More'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111923891877121297</id><published>2005-06-21T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T08:45:24.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In A Desert Of Emotions</title><content type='html'>I touch my loneliness, in a desert of emotions;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun's rays dry up my sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;Letting my virtue burns up my desires,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my bone and skin to hide the naked pains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tocuh my loneliness, in a desert of emotions;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by the unwise, strangers to my face,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorant of love and its strange allies,&lt;br /&gt;Never to publish their love hidden within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I touch my loneliness, in a desert of emotions;&lt;br /&gt;Counting my blessing with the sands under my feet,&lt;br /&gt;Calling out loud the name of my Lord, over the heat,&lt;br /&gt;Quietly smiling at these challenges He so lays out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111923891877121297?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111923891877121297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111923891877121297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-desert-of-emotions.html' title='In A Desert Of Emotions'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111898004650647672</id><published>2005-06-16T20:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T00:53:38.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Forgotten Last Kiss</title><content type='html'>A trapped butterfly, on a tuesday night,&lt;br /&gt;Left me without any goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;Into the night sky, without a song,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving memories, a lonely dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such a mystery, her life incomplete,&lt;br /&gt;Her Journey, the realm of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Appearing at first like poison,&lt;br /&gt;A nectar to ascend her creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was elegence in her agression,&lt;br /&gt;I saw it in her dance, In her rythm,&lt;br /&gt;Seventy nine days of enchantment,&lt;br /&gt;A shadow that bring back memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memory, turned my words into poetry,&lt;br /&gt;My fears transformed into smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Another life, Another wish,&lt;br /&gt;A forgotten last kiss.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111898004650647672?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111898004650647672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111898004650647672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/06/forgotten-last-kiss.html' title='A Forgotten Last Kiss'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111848661167561784</id><published>2005-06-11T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T20:12:31.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wondering If ...</title><content type='html'>On a foreign land far far away from home,&lt;br /&gt;As sunset fades on a lonely evening,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the reflection of my own colors,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if she found her sacred peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clutching with fondness to her memories,&lt;br /&gt;Those early possessions and worldly joys,&lt;br /&gt;No longer attached to her strings,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if she found her secret place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listening to her words in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Playing it over and over again,&lt;br /&gt;Memories of her youth mesmerising my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if she found her golden way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a foreign land far far away from home,&lt;br /&gt;Clutching with fondness to her memories,&lt;br /&gt;Listening to her words in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering if she found her bright self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111848661167561784?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111848661167561784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111848661167561784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/06/wondering-if.html' title='Wondering If ...'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111836940632704818</id><published>2005-06-08T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T21:32:26.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>An Affair</title><content type='html'>In an affair of the heart :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Mystify, dont justify !&lt;br /&gt;   Fantasize, dont deceive !&lt;br /&gt;   Express, dont hide !&lt;br /&gt;   Charm, dont harm !&lt;br /&gt;   Cool, dont fool !&lt;br /&gt;   Pamper, dont indulge !&lt;br /&gt;   Tease, dont test !&lt;br /&gt;   Be, dont pretend !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111836940632704818?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111836940632704818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111836940632704818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/06/affair.html' title='An Affair'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111803945741512186</id><published>2005-06-05T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T23:42:29.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Road To Choices</title><content type='html'>What now I ask myself and all those around&lt;br /&gt;Rememberring the time when the path&lt;br /&gt;Was chosen between being right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;Today I stand in a front of another fork&lt;br /&gt;In a road filled with riddles.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that straight road to come my way&lt;br /&gt;A mind desiring to climb all heights&lt;br /&gt;Actions failing in compasions to dreams&lt;br /&gt;Failure is never an option&lt;br /&gt;Fearing the many wrong choices&lt;br /&gt;That this world will never forgive&lt;br /&gt;My mind, My Sense, My body&lt;br /&gt;Looking to take their stage together&lt;br /&gt;In harmony with the trinity&lt;br /&gt;My desires, My virtues, My knowledge.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111803945741512186?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111803945741512186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111803945741512186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-road-to-choices.html' title='Another Road To Choices'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111734861961981167</id><published>2005-05-29T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T14:04:36.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispering Truths</title><content type='html'>Whispering silently between your lips,&lt;br /&gt;Many a times you have asked me this;&lt;br /&gt;With a twinkle in your eye,&lt;br /&gt;What I love about you the most?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each time I found ways, shrugged this off,&lt;br /&gt;Little kisses sealed in tight hugs.&lt;br /&gt;I know each time you just held tighter,&lt;br /&gt;Shed a few tears before you dozed to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby! shed this tear no more , no more;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to me now , Hold me tight, Wait no more,&lt;br /&gt;I got all your answers tonight, right here,&lt;br /&gt;Right or wrong, this word you can trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our destiny; we will face her together,&lt;br /&gt;Come any tempest, just promise me this,&lt;br /&gt;Promise me you will keep on holding,&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to my word and to your love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know nothing lasts forever dear,&lt;br /&gt;Tonight to you precious I gift these,&lt;br /&gt;My word, My self, My honor,&lt;br /&gt;Yours till the truth do perish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whispering truths over thunder showers,&lt;br /&gt;Chilling winds howling in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Feelings flying like kites in a storm,&lt;br /&gt;Filling colours into a dark blue sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111734861961981167?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111734861961981167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111734861961981167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/05/whispering-truths.html' title='Whispering Truths'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111712704758929626</id><published>2005-05-26T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T10:43:18.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghost Cop</title><content type='html'>I am the ghost cop, bitch.&lt;br /&gt;The dead dont walk ugly on my beach.&lt;br /&gt;Run Run or hide with the livng.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you that ghost lady who rode,&lt;br /&gt;On a donkey instead of a horse?&lt;br /&gt;Dressed so ugly in white lace and leather pants,&lt;br /&gt;Even a mirror dont show you no affection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You spin your head North, South, East, West,&lt;br /&gt;I dont know ugly, why you trippin,&lt;br /&gt;'cause there aint no one looking, but those dead&lt;br /&gt;Out cursing, their fate after death, wishing for hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't escape me now witch, I am the bomb,&lt;br /&gt;I was teaching, preaching, All in the name of the devil,&lt;br /&gt;When I was alive , kicking, screaming and singing&lt;br /&gt;I be the king, mixing music 'n madness , souls 'n sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the ghost cop, bitch. &lt;br /&gt;The dead dont walk ugly on my beach.&lt;br /&gt;Run Run or hide with the livng.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111712704758929626?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111712704758929626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111712704758929626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/05/ghost-cop.html' title='Ghost Cop'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111698964680633030</id><published>2005-05-24T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T22:56:22.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Drift</title><content type='html'>In this world led by humans &lt;br /&gt;I seek the fruits of my actions, &lt;br /&gt;Worshiping the gods in chaste,&lt;br /&gt;For quick successes borne to my actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purified by my penance, &lt;br /&gt;Armed with new wisdom under god,&lt;br /&gt;Beyond just hardwork and dedication, &lt;br /&gt;Erasing anything deemed impossible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncertanity, my instability, my insanity&lt;br /&gt;Generated in nature by my knowledge, &lt;br /&gt;In search of the truth and enlightenment,&lt;br /&gt;Yet ignorant to ever know when I attain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Completely rid of desires, &lt;br /&gt;My fears riddled by anger, &lt;br /&gt;Wholly dependent on simple passions, I drift&lt;br /&gt;From rational into a realm of abstracts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111698964680633030?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111698964680633030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111698964680633030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-drift.html' title='I Drift'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111673252448095472</id><published>2005-05-21T19:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T00:11:12.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hot Summer Noon</title><content type='html'>Sweet margaritas on a hot summer noon,&lt;br /&gt;Hurricane mix 'n slender hips,&lt;br /&gt;Light head with dance steps,&lt;br /&gt;Senorita, you got me dancing to your moves.&lt;br /&gt;Pink shades on your sexy eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Floral skirt, guitar strings,&lt;br /&gt;Its hot, I know, time to get cold and cozy,&lt;br /&gt;Dont watch me from so far away, blowing me kisses&lt;br /&gt;Dive into the pool with me, take a swim.&lt;br /&gt;Come tango underwater with your butter shakes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll hold your tummy, keep you floating,&lt;br /&gt;Keep you close to me, even hold your hands,&lt;br /&gt;On a hot summer noon, margaritas 'n hurricane mix.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111673252448095472?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111673252448095472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111673252448095472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/05/hot-summer-noon_21.html' title='Hot Summer Noon'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111656821574878648</id><published>2005-05-19T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T07:48:29.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hollow Man</title><content type='html'>Fear now and fear forever&lt;br /&gt;The hollow man he comes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Run, dont rest here this night&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tonight and sleep forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the darkness of night&lt;br /&gt;The hollow man he rises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaping out from a realm of dreams&lt;br /&gt;There he bathes in a river of sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep within all our thoughts&lt;br /&gt;The hollow man he sees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cursed by the ancient demons&lt;br /&gt;To live blind in the society of humans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeding fresh from all our pains&lt;br /&gt;The hollow man he grows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no longer good or evil&lt;br /&gt;Our deeds are dead to his justice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dont have the power over his skill&lt;br /&gt;The hollow man he kills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fear now and fear forever&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tonight and sleep forever&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111656821574878648?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111656821574878648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111656821574878648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/05/hollow-man.html' title='The Hollow Man'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111622651421283019</id><published>2005-05-16T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T17:15:41.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Infactuations</title><content type='html'>You are the one dwelling on my senses,&lt;br /&gt;Developing attachments for love and desire.&lt;br /&gt;Bringing memories of infactuations causing confusions,&lt;br /&gt;Filling my mind with duties and goals,&lt;br /&gt;Justifying your actions with a thirst for passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one dressing up my conflicts,&lt;br /&gt;Dismissing all your cravings in the mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me awake in that trance between pleasures,&lt;br /&gt;Repeating my words beyond comprehension to your ears,&lt;br /&gt;Scripting the unknown future with innumerable directions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one renouncing your name,&lt;br /&gt;Seeking refuge in an equipoise within my mind,&lt;br /&gt;Performing these actions against my simple questions,&lt;br /&gt;Blundering under the blindness of your infactuation,&lt;br /&gt;Understanding me well to know my heart wont let yours fall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111622651421283019?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111622651421283019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111622651421283019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/05/infactuations.html' title='Infactuations'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111604557368106766</id><published>2005-05-13T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-14T00:11:56.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back To Where I Belong</title><content type='html'>Back to where I belong,&lt;br /&gt;Forseeing changes over my horizon,&lt;br /&gt;Judging right from wrong all around,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping an ear to the ground,&lt;br /&gt;Reframing my questions to life,&lt;br /&gt;Thinking in terms of blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Pulling together all my memories,&lt;br /&gt;Listening between voices in my head,&lt;br /&gt;Back from and into my future,&lt;br /&gt;Resisting the urge to surrender,&lt;br /&gt;Imagining a wonder like no other,&lt;br /&gt;Renewing focus on my uncommon sense,&lt;br /&gt;Striking a balance with my time,&lt;br /&gt;Aiming for the greater good,&lt;br /&gt;In ways travelled by none,&lt;br /&gt;With sunset and sunshine holding my hands,&lt;br /&gt;Back from and to where I belong.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111604557368106766?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111604557368106766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111604557368106766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/05/back-to-where-i-belong.html' title='Back To Where I Belong'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111573867016595748</id><published>2005-05-10T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-10T08:26:11.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Is No Road</title><content type='html'>There is no road. Just meaninglesss and shapeless pebbles, blocks, pieces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You , I and all forms. There is no path, there is no goal, there is no destiny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We created it all, in our head, fed by waves and thoughts, of fools, bigger and better, older and rotting,in graves, in dreams, inside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no life, there is no death, there is no fear, there is no existance, there is no puzzle, there is no mystery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are no elements, there are no visions, there are no eyes. We dont see, there is no road.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111573867016595748?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111573867016595748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111573867016595748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/05/there-is-no-road.html' title='There Is No Road'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111506253266168683</id><published>2005-05-02T12:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T12:55:58.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Small Town Dream</title><content type='html'>You are twentysix years rich,&lt;br /&gt;Yet so wortless in our small town,&lt;br /&gt;Oh what can you do, what can you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a doctor, you would be welcome,&lt;br /&gt;Caring for the old and young much alike,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe even the occasional pig pet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a painter, you would decorate,&lt;br /&gt;Homes and walls inside or outside,&lt;br /&gt;Make beautiful eveything with a touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a carpenter, you would build,&lt;br /&gt;Homes, dreams and magic with your skill,&lt;br /&gt;The school will call you to build their stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a lawyer, you would bring order,&lt;br /&gt;Tacky ways and styles in your black robe,&lt;br /&gt;Rise your way upto a small judge, maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you were a mechanic, you would repair,&lt;br /&gt;Used cars and broken machines,&lt;br /&gt;Mend some pretty hearts all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So , so many things to be, &lt;br /&gt;To make your dream, a small town dream,&lt;br /&gt;Respected by us, a few simple folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You build softwares, you say, making life easy,&lt;br /&gt;Whats this new soft fabric you'd need,&lt;br /&gt;To find your place in our small town?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111506253266168683?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111506253266168683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111506253266168683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/05/small-town-dream.html' title='A Small Town Dream'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111440953861244010</id><published>2005-04-24T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-24T23:29:43.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Master, My Master, I seek thee..</title><content type='html'>Master Master, I seek thee..&lt;br /&gt;I whispered under the trumpet setting;&lt;br /&gt;For those questions, With answers too many!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A whisper to a whisper,&lt;br /&gt;This hermit between thoughts:&lt;br /&gt;Seek that master, HE wished you here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek that master , HE let you wander,&lt;br /&gt;In cold winters , then hot summers,&lt;br /&gt;Rains that pierce, Winds that break,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek that master , HE let you wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Under the might , This world surrender,&lt;br /&gt;Piece by piece, Intricate by design,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seek that master, HE guides your vision,&lt;br /&gt;A grace forever, From beyond your sea,&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge is bud, Blooms in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hermit my master, Called me master:&lt;br /&gt;Master Master, You seek HE,&lt;br /&gt;Master Master, I seek HE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Master, My Master !&lt;br /&gt;I seek THEE...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111440953861244010?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111440953861244010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111440953861244010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/04/master-my-master-i-seek-thee.html' title='Master, My Master, I seek thee..'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111406976421191111</id><published>2005-04-23T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:51:18.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Your Choice</title><content type='html'>Start it with a dot, &lt;br /&gt; End it with a dot.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Color it to your choice,&lt;br /&gt; Else leave it black or white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mystify every birth right,&lt;br /&gt; Dream for it with one trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody leaves back their body , &lt;br /&gt; Takes its part to your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take to the start,&lt;br /&gt; Back it up to the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look closer into this mirror,&lt;br /&gt; See your face to its face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color it to your choice,&lt;br /&gt; Else leave it black or white.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111406976421191111?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111406976421191111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111406976421191111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/04/to-your-choice.html' title='To Your Choice'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111415581583314133</id><published>2005-04-22T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T00:48:37.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughed And You Laughed</title><content type='html'>You laughed like when nothing left,&lt;br /&gt;You laughed when You knew it not right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laughed at You, You laughed at me,&lt;br /&gt;You laughed aloud, You laughed quiet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You clapped your hands and You laughed,&lt;br /&gt;You spread them out and You laughed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were funny so You laughed,&lt;br /&gt;You were crazy so You laughed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laughed and You laughed,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I smiled and I winked,&lt;br /&gt;I went my way away away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You laughed and You laughed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111415581583314133?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111415581583314133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111415581583314133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/04/laughed-and-you-laughed.html' title='Laughed And You Laughed'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111396856340823215</id><published>2005-04-19T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-20T00:07:01.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sail Into The Horizon</title><content type='html'>Its time for this sailor to set sail, &lt;br /&gt;To rule up the roster into victories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding those dreams in bottles,&lt;br /&gt;To Travel deep into distant horizon, &lt;br /&gt;The spirits high, into the clouds, &lt;br /&gt;My eyes open for companions. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for a final seduction, &lt;br /&gt;Counting down, near and near, &lt;br /&gt;Singing goodbye to a little fear. &lt;br /&gt;Abyss seas, blue and clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard it once, I felt it once, &lt;br /&gt;In search on it, I pitch my sails .&lt;br /&gt;Time for seas in my future,&lt;br /&gt;It's time for this sailor to set sail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into the sunrise I set steer, &lt;br /&gt;Deep smell of salted dawn, &lt;br /&gt;To fill my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the final temptation,&lt;br /&gt;The tides up near,  &lt;br /&gt;This sailor has set sail,&lt;br /&gt;To Travel deep into distant horizon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111396856340823215?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111396856340823215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111396856340823215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/04/sail-into-horizon.html' title='Sail Into The Horizon'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111363736644408170</id><published>2005-04-16T00:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-17T23:42:58.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends.....I Know I Know!</title><content type='html'>I dont know abt the friends,&lt;br /&gt;Friends who walked myside, &lt;br /&gt;But i know , I know&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend veiled ,&lt;br /&gt;In her hidden corners &lt;br /&gt;One round the globe ...I know..,  &lt;br /&gt;Will hold my fall ! &lt;br /&gt;Hold my every fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My every slip- I slip&lt;br /&gt;There aint not much I know&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know, I know ...&lt;br /&gt;sad... but I know, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There aint many like you ..&lt;br /&gt;The few.. , the precious, the friend&lt;br /&gt;The friendly miss lady&lt;br /&gt;The you baby, the real you lassy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The speed I drove&lt;br /&gt;I drove some away.&lt;br /&gt;I ran from the love &lt;br /&gt;Baby, from you and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hurting, I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;Baby I was hurting like a stone,&lt;br /&gt;Pebbles, yeah ,pebbles for tears&lt;br /&gt;Cracked this mighty mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pride, My penance, My lie.&lt;br /&gt;My pain, My pleasure, My life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know, My friend, You&lt;br /&gt;You got my fall, I know&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me now&lt;br /&gt;Baby hold my fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby no , no , no&lt;br /&gt;I know.....no no, I know...I know!&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me now&lt;br /&gt;Baby hold my fall ever now !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111363736644408170?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111363736644408170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111363736644408170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/04/friendsi-know-i-know.html' title='Friends.....I Know I Know!'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111335826265369180</id><published>2005-04-12T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-13T10:32:24.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Eyes</title><content type='html'>She looked into my drowsy eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Held my ears like no one before.&lt;br /&gt;She whispered a little sigh,&lt;br /&gt;Jumble mumbled the three word sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I looked back into her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Deaf as a chubby snake,&lt;br /&gt;I lay there curled and bare,&lt;br /&gt;No hiss , No kiss, No sigh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I saw was pure white.&lt;br /&gt;My body shiwered in the cold,&lt;br /&gt;Lacking sense of time and pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Again losing emotions with my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her fair skin and soft flesh,&lt;br /&gt;Curled up in my cold arms.&lt;br /&gt;I shut, my eyes to her face,&lt;br /&gt;My faith and my love to her life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111335826265369180?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111335826265369180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111335826265369180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/04/shut-eyes.html' title='Shut Eyes'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111315543469335421</id><published>2005-04-10T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T12:25:21.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out of control</title><content type='html'>Out of control !&lt;br /&gt;A little reckless, &lt;br /&gt;Don't feel the need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Risky business,  &lt;br /&gt;The heavens are in a mood.&lt;br /&gt;Loves a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;Say it now, say it right.&lt;br /&gt;Keep it honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pleasures in the bloom,&lt;br /&gt;Make it now, sweet and sound.&lt;br /&gt;Rocking like a chair.&lt;br /&gt;Hot and cold.&lt;br /&gt;Feelings in my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wired to pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Metal to metal, heart to heart.&lt;br /&gt;Sparks out the fire.&lt;br /&gt;Mountains of desire.&lt;br /&gt;Strawberries in the soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little reckless, &lt;br /&gt;Don't feel the need to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Out of control !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111315543469335421?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111315543469335421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111315543469335421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/04/out-of-control.html' title='Out of control'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111273745721831249</id><published>2005-04-05T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T17:14:40.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Of The Leaf</title><content type='html'>Failing tree that me let go&lt;br /&gt;Of the many leaves that fell&lt;br /&gt;I take a bow then the blow&lt;br /&gt;another blow to a fallen leaf&lt;br /&gt;With the winds I float&lt;br /&gt;Dry and brown as a deadstick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking down in the cold gush&lt;br /&gt;Tattering into flying pieces &lt;br /&gt;These evil winds show no mercy&lt;br /&gt;It lifts, it breaks ,it blows &lt;br /&gt;Falling to the ground shattered&lt;br /&gt;My broken pieces in many places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A green leaf that wished for eternity&lt;br /&gt;Away from the fall of winter&lt;br /&gt;Left to re-enter this nature as dust&lt;br /&gt;With children stamping on my pieces&lt;br /&gt;Awaiting a wet white grave &lt;br /&gt;To take me from pieces to my peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111273745721831249?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111273745721831249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111273745721831249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/04/fall-of-leaf.html' title='Fall Of The Leaf'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111273143292553858</id><published>2005-04-04T23:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T10:49:39.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Artist He Be!</title><content type='html'>The Artist He Be!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men of steel or men of stone&lt;br /&gt;All dressed in black suits&lt;br /&gt;Black ties and white shirts&lt;br /&gt;Groomed alike, the walk alike&lt;br /&gt;Clank less than those in steel&lt;br /&gt;These men of stone and bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The artist is he to be&lt;br /&gt;Dressed today in florals&lt;br /&gt;A smile for a joke&lt;br /&gt;Maestro wannabe he be&lt;br /&gt;To be the man of hearts to see&lt;br /&gt;Passion to lighten souls that see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To his eyes he sees art&lt;br /&gt;Not the eyes that see his art&lt;br /&gt;The message in every form&lt;br /&gt;Beyond boundaries of words and blocks&lt;br /&gt;The man, the art, the artist&lt;br /&gt;The world changed at his touch&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111273143292553858?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111273143292553858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111273143292553858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/04/artist-he-be.html' title='The Artist He Be!'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111237415610318847</id><published>2005-04-01T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-04-01T10:50:38.313-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sugar Punch</title><content type='html'>Honey honey,  my sugar punch&lt;br /&gt;Waking up to your kiss&lt;br /&gt;Holding on with a touch&lt;br /&gt;Blowing out the hot and cold&lt;br /&gt;Scented candles or the sunset&lt;br /&gt;Walking with me by the side&lt;br /&gt;come come in my arms&lt;br /&gt;Drown me in your love&lt;br /&gt;Twisting and turning crush&lt;br /&gt;Let it happen , let it now&lt;br /&gt;Ride it like a mega tide&lt;br /&gt;Turning out the way you want&lt;br /&gt;Sunshine to your face&lt;br /&gt;Dream of the memories to be made&lt;br /&gt;Honey honey, my sugar punch&lt;br /&gt;Rest it now on my shoulder belle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111237415610318847?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111237415610318847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111237415610318847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/04/sugar-punch.html' title='Sugar Punch'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111199129638295808</id><published>2005-03-27T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:41:53.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tango Evermore</title><content type='html'>Sometimes you get to be the star,&lt;br /&gt;I make way for your drama.&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you may have to be an extra,&lt;br /&gt;You make way for my drama.&lt;br /&gt;Resist this urge to get involved,&lt;br /&gt;Or get ready to tango evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is worth more than you think,&lt;br /&gt;Take all of it while you can.,&lt;br /&gt;Blow me down from my high place&lt;br /&gt;Let us take our place on the dance floor.&lt;br /&gt;Once again to be alone together,&lt;br /&gt;Or get ready to tango evermore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've never asked for anything before,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing gets played without our tune.&lt;br /&gt;Hold on to make up for lost time,&lt;br /&gt;Have our lives pull us in cold directions.&lt;br /&gt;Let go before we tangle in our tango,&lt;br /&gt;Or get ready to tango evermore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111199129638295808?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111199129638295808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111199129638295808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/03/tango-evermore.html' title='Tango Evermore'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111138606524315529</id><published>2005-03-20T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-20T22:27:02.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Smiling Deeds</title><content type='html'>A single tear rolled down my left eye,&lt;br /&gt;My friendly smile that set it all right.&lt;br /&gt;Crying eye clouding my thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;The free flowing words of confusion,&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes mistaken for mistakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A single tear rolled down my right eye,&lt;br /&gt;My friendly smile set it all right.&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding hands tell stories,&lt;br /&gt;The brave bleeding with no pain,&lt;br /&gt;Fools fool none but the fool himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dry eyes now I stand ,&lt;br /&gt;A frown in place of my friendly smile.&lt;br /&gt;Hurting where it hurts the most,&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and smile,&lt;br /&gt;Mistaken fool gets his prize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shut eyes knows no remorce,&lt;br /&gt;Another smile to set it all right.&lt;br /&gt;Hurting , Bleeding , Crying,&lt;br /&gt;Fashioning your screams, with no tears,&lt;br /&gt;Your end has no ending.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111138606524315529?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111138606524315529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111138606524315529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/03/smiling-deeds.html' title='Smiling Deeds'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111116959540527098</id><published>2005-03-18T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-18T12:38:48.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Charmed In Love</title><content type='html'>Going mad as well falling in love,&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the wind in your hair,&lt;br /&gt;Touching your hand when no one is looking,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for that smile on your face,&lt;br /&gt;Watching you wriggle in your shy emotions,&lt;br /&gt;In your love I melt, In your touch I mould,&lt;br /&gt;I am your dream coming true,&lt;br /&gt;Touching your life when the moon glows.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I bow my head , my hat in my arms, &lt;br /&gt;Wave to you with honor my dear love,&lt;br /&gt;Your ability to amaze, your ability to charm,&lt;br /&gt;With words so simple, forever with grace,&lt;br /&gt;Few words to define a heart so precious ,&lt;br /&gt;World fails to define, the innocence in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of your smile, the warmth of your touch,&lt;br /&gt;Humble me so in your love grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111116959540527098?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111116959540527098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111116959540527098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/03/charmed-in-love_18.html' title='Charmed In Love'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111091625135134622</id><published>2005-03-15T11:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T13:05:19.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friend, The Three Year Old From Heaven.</title><content type='html'>My friend, the three year old from heaven.&lt;br /&gt;Her coat made of fur, her mittens of wool,&lt;br /&gt;Her little body still shivering in the cold.&lt;br /&gt;This little angel sitting beside me,&lt;br /&gt;Thirty thousand feet above the sea.&lt;br /&gt;She shared with me her cookie,&lt;br /&gt;Told me her name was sally.&lt;br /&gt;Her father called her silly.&lt;br /&gt;Her crayons littered the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Making music with her hands &lt;br /&gt;She drummed her tiny fingers on the keyboard,&lt;br /&gt;when she got my computer to play.&lt;br /&gt;Her father trying to stop her wreaking,&lt;br /&gt;She yelled back, she was playing with her friend.&lt;br /&gt;A bundle of sweetness, she soon fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;Thirty thousand feet above the sea.&lt;br /&gt;My friend, the three year old from heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111091625135134622?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111091625135134622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111091625135134622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-friend-three-year-old-from-heaven.html' title='My Friend, The Three Year Old From Heaven.'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111072692256151719</id><published>2005-03-13T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:37:31.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Is Here</title><content type='html'>Spring the feeling of Spring,&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in your arms,&lt;br /&gt;Garlands on your head,&lt;br /&gt;Pretty girl, spring is here,&lt;br /&gt;Kick off those shoes,&lt;br /&gt;Dance to the shiver,&lt;br /&gt;Spring is here, Spring is here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dance to your left, Dance to your right,&lt;br /&gt;Quail now sing , Quail now run,&lt;br /&gt;Hang it up , Drop it down,&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, Close your mind,&lt;br /&gt;Trickle up your spirit,&lt;br /&gt;Shout out loud,&lt;br /&gt;Spring is here, Spring is here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111072692256151719?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111072692256151719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111072692256151719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/03/spring-is-here.html' title='Spring Is Here'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111051510850341762</id><published>2005-03-11T08:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T05:09:07.666-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream Clouds</title><content type='html'>Clouds that glitter the sky&lt;br /&gt;Clouds that cluster together&lt;br /&gt;White, Black, Silver and Blue&lt;br /&gt;Majestic under the gleaming sun&lt;br /&gt;Moulding and Shaping in the wind&lt;br /&gt;Dreams and thoughts - good and great&lt;br /&gt;Wonder what lining is my name&lt;br /&gt;oh clouds! mould me my perfect dream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111051510850341762?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111051510850341762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111051510850341762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/03/dream-clouds_11.html' title='Dream Clouds'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111043458157736352</id><published>2005-03-10T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T22:03:01.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gray Love</title><content type='html'>She held me , she held me tight&lt;br /&gt;Forced on me her love&lt;br /&gt;Her love for my words&lt;br /&gt;Words that praised our love&lt;br /&gt;A love that turned gray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overcasts and rain shadows&lt;br /&gt;Frozen emotions to none&lt;br /&gt;Away from the tempest of tears &lt;br /&gt;Driving into the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;This love beetled off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111043458157736352?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111043458157736352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111043458157736352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/03/gray-love.html' title='Gray Love'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111042269482602356</id><published>2005-03-09T17:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T21:05:36.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love's First Song</title><content type='html'>Sweet melodies of love,&lt;br /&gt;Bumble bees in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Glowing with love,&lt;br /&gt;A heart stuck in between.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck between a rock and a softplace,&lt;br /&gt;I chose a rock for my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Sculptured it with your love,&lt;br /&gt;Turned to gold with your touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The temple I called my heart,&lt;br /&gt;You, the idol I revered.&lt;br /&gt;This hymn in your name.&lt;br /&gt;Love's first song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flowers to cover your feet,&lt;br /&gt;My Kisses for your lips,&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds for your fingers,&lt;br /&gt;My love for your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing this song,&lt;br /&gt;My love's first song.&lt;br /&gt;Hold me baby quick,&lt;br /&gt;Before I sing too long.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111042269482602356?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111042269482602356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111042269482602356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/03/loves-first-song.html' title='Love&apos;s First Song'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-111017782033593477</id><published>2005-03-06T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-06T23:01:52.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing For Love</title><content type='html'>Hey you! Look at me!&lt;br /&gt;Dancing for love.&lt;br /&gt;Flowers in the spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing sweet roses for love,&lt;br /&gt;Mudslides and Footslips,&lt;br /&gt;Broken guitar and torn boots,&lt;br /&gt;Hardrocks and thorny Grasses,&lt;br /&gt;Your Kisses make the them soft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing sweet lillies for love,&lt;br /&gt;Rain drops and Dew Drops,&lt;br /&gt;Singing out our song,&lt;br /&gt;Misty broken rhyme,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet kisses, your verses of poetry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hold you, In my arms, &lt;br /&gt;Dancing for love.&lt;br /&gt;Falling for love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-111017782033593477?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111017782033593477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/111017782033593477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/03/dancing-for-love.html' title='Dancing For Love'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110979692750703808</id><published>2005-03-02T12:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-02T12:55:27.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head Spin</title><content type='html'>Head Spin&lt;br /&gt;Head to Sin&lt;br /&gt;Learn to Speak&lt;br /&gt;Forever Lie&lt;br /&gt;Hatred Widespread&lt;br /&gt;Goodness scattered&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful Bite&lt;br /&gt;The ugly sting&lt;br /&gt;Head to tail&lt;br /&gt;Spin Sin Spin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110979692750703808?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110979692750703808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110979692750703808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/03/head-spin.html' title='Head Spin'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110896033642785827</id><published>2005-02-20T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T20:41:27.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Within</title><content type='html'>Everywhere I look,Everyone I see, &lt;br /&gt;All alike, Everywhere I look.&lt;br /&gt;All around, All rebels.&lt;br /&gt;I , A captive in the knot; Trying ,&lt;br /&gt;Crusading to break free, From within.&lt;br /&gt;The windows keep out the light,&lt;br /&gt;The door shut from above,&lt;br /&gt;My screams sheltered within.&lt;br /&gt;In a dungeon, Besieged by rebels.&lt;br /&gt;I attack them with force,&lt;br /&gt;As I destroy one, More take its place&lt;br /&gt;Everyone I see, Everywhere I look.&lt;br /&gt;A captive in this mirror oubliette.&lt;br /&gt;All alike, Everyone I see,&lt;br /&gt;Besieged by rebels, All around.&lt;br /&gt;Crusading to break free, From within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110896033642785827?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110896033642785827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110896033642785827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/02/from-within.html' title='From Within'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110874277483020401</id><published>2005-02-18T08:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T08:07:10.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Or As Known As</title><content type='html'>For I gave an hour !&lt;br /&gt;hoping, waiting, praying.&lt;br /&gt;Her to come and ask,&lt;br /&gt;me; my name.&lt;br /&gt;Inside tunnels, faded signals !&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts glued to the pages.&lt;br /&gt;While I wait,&lt;br /&gt;To see her Smile,&lt;br /&gt;To know her name.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110874277483020401?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110874277483020401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110874277483020401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/02/or-as-known-as.html' title='Or As Known As'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110844470531171793</id><published>2005-02-14T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:45:55.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation - Q</title><content type='html'>Q's Q's , Q's em all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not so Simple&lt;br /&gt;Not so Strange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the que&lt;br /&gt;Shake up the Queue&lt;br /&gt;Show up the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, who, Who the Q?&lt;br /&gt;Go Go Go , lets Q'n go!&lt;br /&gt;Show who ,who's who &lt;br /&gt;the Q's to the Q &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hip Hop not so top&lt;br /&gt;For them Q's got to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roll, Ride, spice em twice&lt;br /&gt;Hoe , foe , Bang em twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top , Hop, make em stop&lt;br /&gt;These Q's have got to stop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bang Bang , blow em down&lt;br /&gt;Half baked pies on your face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who, Who , Whos the Q?&lt;br /&gt;Go Go, Go, Q the Q&lt;br /&gt;Do the Q&lt;br /&gt;Stop! Q , Q , Q !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110844470531171793?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110844470531171793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110844470531171793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/02/generation-q.html' title='Generation - Q'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110810422310009063</id><published>2005-02-10T22:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:46:05.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Hush Beautiful Friend</title><content type='html'>My hush beautiful friend;&lt;br /&gt;She liked to watch and wonder,&lt;br /&gt;From beyond the sidelines,&lt;br /&gt;At the many literary jabbings,&lt;br /&gt;That crossed her way.&lt;br /&gt;Her posts host only the great,&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts prodigious,&lt;br /&gt;Yet Silent in her presention.&lt;br /&gt;Always a smile to cover,&lt;br /&gt;Those thoughts that ponder,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty and the brain,&lt;br /&gt;Resting in perfect peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110810422310009063?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110810422310009063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110810422310009063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-hush-beautiful-friend.html' title='My Hush Beautiful Friend'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110783758680243596</id><published>2005-02-07T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T20:39:46.803-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My wonderful mirror </title><content type='html'>Oh mirror , oh mirror&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful mirror&lt;br /&gt;You showed me her face&lt;br /&gt;You lead me to her &lt;br /&gt;You ushered her in my heart&lt;br /&gt;You attested her beauty&lt;br /&gt;You birthed love in my life&lt;br /&gt;Oh mirror, oh mirror ,&lt;br /&gt;My wonderful mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Slip out from my dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110783758680243596?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110783758680243596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110783758680243596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-wonderful-mirror.html' title='My wonderful mirror '/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110637003402976350</id><published>2005-01-22T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T22:03:27.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You and I : Questions Forever</title><content type='html'>When words fail to define&lt;br /&gt;When pictures fail to potray&lt;br /&gt;When thoughts fail to reflect&lt;br /&gt;When smiles fail to brighten&lt;br /&gt;When answers fail to solve&lt;br /&gt;Its what a day What a day&lt;br /&gt;when question fail to ask&lt;br /&gt;Questions with no words&lt;br /&gt;Just memories of you and I&lt;br /&gt;We, Us and All.&lt;br /&gt;Here, There and Everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Today , Tomorrow and Forever.&lt;br /&gt;You and I , Questions Forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110637003402976350?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110637003402976350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110637003402976350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-and-i-questions-forever.html' title='You and I : Questions Forever'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110628185582357491</id><published>2005-01-20T23:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T22:05:50.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Is Thursday About To Be Friday,</title><content type='html'>Today is thursday about to be friday,&lt;br /&gt;I am on the prowl to irritate you there.&lt;br /&gt;Just wanna remind you,&lt;br /&gt;Its snowing all day all the way.&lt;br /&gt;Is there and art school my way?&lt;br /&gt;I am an artist on the rise,&lt;br /&gt;Or am I confusing myself with someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can u see and I cant see,&lt;br /&gt;Things destined to be done by me and only me?&lt;br /&gt;Feeling the mood to do something different,&lt;br /&gt;Yet different from actually doing something different,&lt;br /&gt;Finally fooled into being different.&lt;br /&gt;I will justify this like everything else,&lt;br /&gt;Today is thursday about to be friday,&lt;br /&gt;I am on the prowl to irritate you there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110628185582357491?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110628185582357491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110628185582357491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/01/today-is-thursday-about-to-be-friday.html' title='Today Is Thursday About To Be Friday,'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110624371959795338</id><published>2005-01-19T09:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:37:52.580-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Go Alone</title><content type='html'>I go alone,&lt;br /&gt;Alone on distant shores,&lt;br /&gt;Far far away from home,&lt;br /&gt;Closer and closer to a future,&lt;br /&gt;Of dreams and desires.&lt;br /&gt;A beacon of Truth,&lt;br /&gt;I go alone,&lt;br /&gt;Spreading hope with my smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands with those,&lt;br /&gt;Brave to live,&lt;br /&gt;In dreams and desires.&lt;br /&gt;I go alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110624371959795338?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110624371959795338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110624371959795338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/01/i-go-alone.html' title='I Go Alone'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110516842190752052</id><published>2005-01-07T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T23:13:41.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tiger Shark : Get Lovin </title><content type='html'>Yo; Tiger Shark!&lt;br /&gt;Get Lovin !&lt;br /&gt;Say Lovin; &lt;br /&gt;Gonna show you some love ; &lt;br /&gt;Some Lovin; &lt;br /&gt;Let me show; Let me show :you ; my lovin&lt;br /&gt;Say who; Say what; Yeah !&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Shark ; show'n you his lovin !&lt;br /&gt;Come-on ; Get-down; get lovin.&lt;br /&gt;Swimmin in love&lt;br /&gt;Gangsta style; &lt;br /&gt;rapping ; Trippin;&lt;br /&gt;pumping n relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;love to love ;&lt;br /&gt;so very much, so very much&lt;br /&gt;Take it : the moves; the style&lt;br /&gt;Money over Honey&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Shark ; show'n you lovin !&lt;br /&gt;To you;  From me ; &lt;br /&gt;I seek, You hide.&lt;br /&gt;Riddle your complications;&lt;br /&gt;Stopp your circulations;&lt;br /&gt;The actions; The words.&lt;br /&gt;In yours; attractions ; passions&lt;br /&gt;Sparks; blinding your mind&lt;br /&gt;Realms of passion; &lt;br /&gt;Without any reason&lt;br /&gt;reality ; insanity.&lt;br /&gt;Creating miseries out of memories.&lt;br /&gt;Take it : The moves; The style&lt;br /&gt;Money over Honey&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Shark ; Get Lovin  !&lt;br /&gt;The moves ; &lt;br /&gt;I seek, You hide.&lt;br /&gt;Tiger Shark ; Swimmin in love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110516842190752052?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110516842190752052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110516842190752052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/01/tiger-shark-get-lovin.html' title='Tiger Shark : Get Lovin '/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110493775527234423</id><published>2005-01-05T07:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T07:09:15.273-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weep O' Soldier </title><content type='html'>Weep O' Soldier &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weep O'Soldier amoung men;&lt;br /&gt;In your courgae we preach.&lt;br /&gt;You lie in disgust , amoung the living;&lt;br /&gt;Blood dripping from your forehead,&lt;br /&gt;Your Pain has no meter.&lt;br /&gt;You knew not that moment your life changed.&lt;br /&gt;Holding togehter yet alone in your misery,&lt;br /&gt;Resting in peace - your beloved.&lt;br /&gt;Searching for your own into the horizon&lt;br /&gt;The smooth surf that turned wild,&lt;br /&gt;Sinking your lands and your home,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving your tears wiped dry.&lt;br /&gt;Weep O'Soldier amoung men;&lt;br /&gt;In your courgae we preach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110493775527234423?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110493775527234423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110493775527234423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2005/01/weep-o-soldier.html' title='Weep O&apos; Soldier '/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110412796971241373</id><published>2004-12-26T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:14:23.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ears To See</title><content type='html'>There is nothing new that you will ever see, To which you are not open to see!&lt;br /&gt;Darkness hides only your face, &lt;br /&gt;Find something else to cover your mind.&lt;br /&gt;Why say such or do I say too much,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me , Tell me what you see ; &lt;br /&gt;Tell me , Tell me what you hear ; &lt;br /&gt;Tell me , Tell me what you seek ; &lt;br /&gt;Tell me , Tell me what you feel.&lt;br /&gt;When the wheel spins, When the head spins, &lt;br /&gt;Jump on the wheel ,All is straight to see!&lt;br /&gt;In its beauty lies its value, In it to decode deep within a mold!&lt;br /&gt;Close your eyes, See with the lights shut , &lt;br /&gt;Close your mind, See with the soul shut&lt;br /&gt;I always spoke, Few ever heard&lt;br /&gt;My ways are strange, My face is strange&lt;br /&gt;I speak with an accent&lt;br /&gt;My name twists your tongue&lt;br /&gt;I am foreign to your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Just ask your heart and you will know&lt;br /&gt;I am closer than you will ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110412796971241373?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110412796971241373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110412796971241373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2004/12/ears-to-see.html' title='Ears To See'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110412574257051779</id><published>2004-12-25T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-26T22:13:22.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I smile at that smile !</title><content type='html'>I take a road, Parallel to the one I need, &lt;br /&gt;Wishing ahead lies a path that unite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Follow my shadows with a smile&lt;br /&gt;I smile at that smile&lt;br /&gt;Smiling at my smiling shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am scared to journey back,&lt;br /&gt;To start back on a new path. &lt;br /&gt;I smile at my fear!&lt;br /&gt;I smile at that smile!&lt;br /&gt;I wish i knew what path that ought to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failure and Success ineluctable&lt;br /&gt;As do they come, so do they go.&lt;br /&gt;Bequeathing sweet memories,&lt;br /&gt;Strengths in our experiences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I search for a road less travelled.&lt;br /&gt;My search to be unique.&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to see that whats already :&lt;br /&gt;Special and beautiful in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smile at my insanity!&lt;br /&gt;I smile at my smile!&lt;br /&gt;I smile at that smile!&lt;br /&gt;My smile at insanity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110412574257051779?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110412574257051779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110412574257051779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-smile-at-that-smile.html' title='I smile at that smile !'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110308815337181399</id><published>2004-12-14T21:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T08:36:05.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someday honey , someday:</title><content type='html'>someday honey , someday:&lt;br /&gt;i shall have it all my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day honey, that day honey, &lt;br /&gt;we will be together forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday honey, monday ;&lt;br /&gt;we will sleep in &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tuesday honey, tuesday ; &lt;br /&gt;we will call in forget its day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wednesday honey, wednesday ; &lt;br /&gt;lets wed again tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thurday honey, thursday ; &lt;br /&gt;we will dance all night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friday honey, friday ;&lt;br /&gt;its the day for laundry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saturday honey, saturday ; &lt;br /&gt;we will play all day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sunday honey , sunday ;&lt;br /&gt;we will meet in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someday honey , someday:&lt;br /&gt;i shall have it all my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that day honey, that day honey,  &lt;br /&gt;we will be together forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then my sweet honey bunny &lt;br /&gt;lets wait inside , lets wait inside !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110308815337181399?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110308815337181399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110308815337181399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2004/12/someday-honey-someday.html' title='someday honey , someday:'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110296525608936442</id><published>2004-12-13T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T21:27:13.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sing, To make happy my lady</title><content type='html'>Tap my toes&lt;br /&gt;Count till three&lt;br /&gt;Making up this song &lt;br /&gt;To Sing, To make happy my lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One two three&lt;br /&gt;Here I go&lt;br /&gt;Whistiling loud a song&lt;br /&gt;To Sing, To make happy my lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Yes roses are aslo red, so what&lt;br /&gt;I am still striking a chord&lt;br /&gt;To Sing, To make happy my lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here here the cows dance&lt;br /&gt;They stamp on my feet&lt;br /&gt;Hee-Haw Hee-Haw, I rumble&lt;br /&gt;To Sing, To make happy my lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Them horses run and join&lt;br /&gt;Piglets add the rhyme&lt;br /&gt;Hee-Haw Hee-Haw, I sing&lt;br /&gt;To Sing, To make happy my lady&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110296525608936442?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110296525608936442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110296525608936442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2004/12/to-sing-to-make-happy-my-lady.html' title='To Sing, To make happy my lady'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110282652725403134</id><published>2004-12-11T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-11T21:37:38.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Shall Rise Again</title><content type='html'>I Shall Rise Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting alone in the stadium&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight&lt;br /&gt;Flood lights savoring the greens&lt;br /&gt;Basking in my failure&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for someone else but my shadow&lt;br /&gt;To tell me that I shall rise again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little rain drops, Little tear drops&lt;br /&gt;Aching feat and wilting pride&lt;br /&gt;I hold my head high&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the long road ahead&lt;br /&gt;Knowing noone else but my shadow&lt;br /&gt;To tell me that I shall rise again !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110282652725403134?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110282652725403134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110282652725403134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-shall-rise-again.html' title='I Shall Rise Again'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7370578.post-110265540439161000</id><published>2004-12-10T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T21:19:53.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Suicidal Romance</title><content type='html'>Shot down !&lt;br /&gt;She said , I dont stand a chance,&lt;br /&gt;Took the ride ,&lt;br /&gt;Another suicidal romance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious!&lt;br /&gt;You are the one!,I said.&lt;br /&gt;I just get two words&lt;br /&gt;To change my fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All right!&lt;br /&gt;No, it's not lonely tonight&lt;br /&gt;Anybody home? She asked, &lt;br /&gt;I smiled, showed her home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good-Bye!&lt;br /&gt;I got my two words&lt;br /&gt;Tucked in the passion &lt;br /&gt;Between dusk to dawn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Princess!&lt;br /&gt;You were the one, now you're not&lt;br /&gt;Another suicidal romance&lt;br /&gt;To change my fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7370578-110265540439161000?l=alittleinsane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110265540439161000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7370578/posts/default/110265540439161000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alittleinsane.blogspot.com/2004/12/another-suicidal-romance.html' title='Another Suicidal Romance'/><author><name>Sreekesh Menon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14465346378210758786</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://img78.photobucket.com/albums/v353/skmen_13/mask.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
