<?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-4055358235565579137</id><updated>2011-11-09T09:59:25.800-08:00</updated><category term='Valentine shayari'/><category term='blind love'/><category term='C.L.I.C.K. means'/><category term='Please Hear What I&apos;m Not Saying'/><category term='Jesus says'/><category term='Aaj Fir Mujhe Teri Yaad Aayi'/><category term='I Love u  Rakhi'/><category term='Love'/><category term='Tum se....'/><category term='Sad Love Story'/><category term='I Love UUUUuuUUUU  rakhi'/><category term='Tumhe aazmane ke liye…'/><category term='Poem'/><category term='Tuje Dekhate Hi Mujhe Tum Se Pyar Hua'/><category term='Love Shayari'/><category term='for my princess'/><category term='Rose Love'/><category term='Unka chehra kitab lagta hai'/><title type='text'>Love</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-79489892154833886</id><published>2011-02-03T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:48:14.901-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tum se....'/><title type='text'>Tum se....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana;"&gt;Tum se kitna pyaar hai dil mein utar ke dekh lo&lt;br /&gt;              na yaqeen aaye to phir dil badal ke dekh lo&lt;br /&gt;              ham ne apni har sans per naam tera likh diya&lt;br /&gt;              ik tere paane ki khaatir khud ko paagal kar diya&lt;br /&gt;              ishq mein tum bhi sanam hadd se guzzar ke dekh lo&lt;br /&gt;              tum se kitna pyaar hai dil mein utar ke dekh lo&lt;br /&gt;              jaane kyun saare jahan se ho geya hoon be khabar&lt;br /&gt;              jab se tum aankhon mein aaye, jaagti hai ye nazar&lt;br /&gt;              apni raaton se meri raatein badal ke dekh lo (copyright www.lovelysms.com)               &lt;br /&gt;              tum se kitna pyaar hai dil mein utar ke dekh lo..&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;A.B.                &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055358235565579137-79489892154833886?l=suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/feeds/79489892154833886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4055358235565579137&amp;postID=79489892154833886' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/79489892154833886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/79489892154833886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2011/02/tum-se.html' title='Tum se....'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-1374206094447075274</id><published>2010-03-07T10:19:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-02T19:09:14.988-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='for my princess'/><title type='text'>for my princess</title><content type='html'>(Dekhoon tujhe to pyar aaye, sine se dil chala jaaye)-2&lt;br /&gt;Tere aane se  pehle, tere jaane ke baad&lt;br /&gt;Aati hai Aati hai teri hi teri yaad&lt;br /&gt;teri  hi yaad sataye&lt;br /&gt;Dekhoon tujhe to pyar aaye sine se dil chala jaaye-2&lt;br /&gt;tere  aane se pehle, tere jaane ke baad&lt;br /&gt;aati hai aati hai teri hi teri  yaad&lt;br /&gt;teri hi yaad sataye&lt;br /&gt;Dekhoon tujhe to pyar aaye, sine se dil  chala jaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aankhon mein tera hi chehra rehta hai&lt;br /&gt;yaadon pe  tera hi pehra rehta hai&lt;br /&gt;Nindon mein tere hi sapne sajate hai&lt;br /&gt;Honton  pe tere hi nagame bajate hai&lt;br /&gt;o mere rehnuma, tujhse hai har dastaan&lt;br /&gt;tu  hi hai manzil meri, tu hi hai mera jahaan&lt;br /&gt;tuhi hai mera jahaan&lt;br /&gt;tere  aane se pehle, tere jaane ke baad&lt;br /&gt;aati hai aati hai teri hi teri  yaad&lt;br /&gt;teri hi yaad sataye&lt;br /&gt;dekhoon tujhe to pyar aaye, sine se dil  chala jaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhpe jo chhaaya hai tera junoon hai&lt;br /&gt;tu meri  bechaini mera sukoon hai&lt;br /&gt;tera pyaar hai sawaar mujhpe toh iss kadar&lt;br /&gt;ik  siva tere na aayi koyi nazar&lt;br /&gt;Aur gehri huyi, dil ki gehraayiya&lt;br /&gt;A  bb toh inta nahi mujhko tanhaayiyan, mujhko tanhaayiyaan&lt;br /&gt;tere aane se  pehle, tere jaane ke baad&lt;br /&gt;aati hai aati hai, teri hi teri yaad&lt;br /&gt;teri  hi yaad sataye&lt;br /&gt;(dekhoon tujhe to pyaar aaye&lt;br /&gt;sine se dil chala  jaaye)-3&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; 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     &lt;img src="http://www.orkutmasti.com/tempimage/1218187400_7.gif" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perspective    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;              I  love how the universe throws a lot at you at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throws your  mind into perspective by beating you senseless with stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  don't know if I have slept right in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pass out from  exhaustion. Last night while watching Coronation Street I zonked out on  the sofa. Woke up and decided to do some laundry. While I was down  throwing stuff in the dryer my mom called.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband, a man I  consider my step dad, has been ill for a while now with Pneumonia. He is  a stubborn Leo, and refused to get help until it was almost too late.  My mom called an ambulance yesterday. The attendant told her he left  this way too long. The hospital has to force air into his lungs... he is  on a respirator in ICU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there it was... *WHAM*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not really  looking forward to Christmas. I never do, but this year has been one  crazy journey for my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know a lot of people probably assume  I am feeling sorry for myself lately. That my writing is a bit filled  with self pity. Maybe... somewhat... that is true, lately I have been &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;a lot&lt;/span&gt; hard on myself. I hold myself  to some ridiculously high standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I am difficult to deal  with because of that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I don't normally make  resolutions at year end. I constantly force change on myself as I see  fit. I have no idea what to do for New Years and usually that would  freak me out but somehow... I felt a shift last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I sit here  babbling about my stress when I know damn well there is so much more  important things out there going on. I suppose I am allowed to be  selfish some times, and I needed this last month to adjust to the  changes in my world. Not to say I am fully okay, I am not, I still know  how I feel. Point is, it isn't that important in the grand scheme of  things. I can't continue to let the demon in me drag me down, and I can  not be my own worst enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all pick the lives we lead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  do not want to pick sorrow, I do not want to pick heart ache and  despair. Oh I had to go through those phases. Sure. I can accept that,  but I can't accept stalling out and staying in that head space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055358235565579137-7848924268177166520?l=suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/feeds/7848924268177166520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4055358235565579137&amp;postID=7848924268177166520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/7848924268177166520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/7848924268177166520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-love-uuuuuuuuuu-rakhi.html' title='I Love UUUUuuUUUU  rakhi'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-2227389540239750838</id><published>2010-03-07T10:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T10:19:33.389-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tumhe aazmane ke liye…'/><title type='text'>Tumhe aazmane ke liye…</title><content type='html'>Wada Humne Kiya tha Nibhane ke Liye,&lt;br /&gt;ek DIL diya tha ek DIL pane ke  Liye,&lt;br /&gt;unhone Mohabbat sikha di hume or kaha,&lt;br /&gt;Humne toh Mohabbat ki  thi tumhe Aazmane ke liye ! ! !&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055358235565579137-2227389540239750838?l=suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/feeds/2227389540239750838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4055358235565579137&amp;postID=2227389540239750838' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/2227389540239750838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/2227389540239750838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2010/03/tumhe-aazmane-ke-liye.html' title='Tumhe aazmane ke liye…'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-6245636765663764886</id><published>2010-03-07T10:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-14T02:03:49.562-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.L.I.C.K. means'/><title type='text'>C.L.I.C.K. means</title><content type='html'>C.L.I.C.K. means :&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C= cant live without u&lt;br /&gt;L= love u&lt;br /&gt;I= i miss u&lt;br /&gt;C= care about u&lt;br /&gt;K= kiss from my heart 2 u&lt;br /&gt;So whenever u miss me just say CLICK. &lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orkutmasti.com/tempimage/1219488149_7.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW!!! You don’t know how lucky I am,&lt;br /&gt;For you to have chosen me as your man.&lt;br /&gt;I count my blessings twice and thrice over,&lt;br /&gt;But after all beauty is in the eye of the beholder.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think I’m much to look at but you found something inside me,&lt;br /&gt;You brought it to the surface and now it just blinds me.&lt;br /&gt;What you see in me is what you get&lt;br /&gt;And what I see in you I don’t want to stop seeing yet.&lt;br /&gt;What you are to me is someone very special and perfect&lt;br /&gt;And what you see in me just makes us a complete circuit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orkutmasti.com/tempimage/1219488149_4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the darkness and into the light,&lt;br /&gt;You lead me to safety because you’re so bright,&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget that very first night,&lt;br /&gt;When I saw you it was love at first sight,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry about me, I will not bite,&lt;br /&gt;You rescued me, but I want to be your shining knight,&lt;br /&gt;I will protect you and be in your corner to fight,&lt;br /&gt;I will defend and keep you safe with all of my might,&lt;br /&gt;What do we do now, It’s time to take plight,&lt;br /&gt;We will ascend to cloud nine on the most wonderful flight,&lt;br /&gt;Now we’re up there don’t worry about the height,&lt;br /&gt;Our love will keep us afloat because You and I are just right.&lt;br /&gt;I will always remeber you and that very first night,&lt;br /&gt;Because when I set my eyes on you it was love at first sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orkutmasti.com/tempimage/1218187400_5.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Send this to that special someone abroad.&lt;br /&gt;I was never good at literature at school,&lt;br /&gt;but now i write poems like this, which is pretty cool&lt;br /&gt;I write all my own stuff &lt;a class="kLink" id="KonaLink0" style="POSITION: static; TEXT-DECORATION: underline! important" href="http://www.1millionlovemessages.com/#" target="undefined"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: 400; COLOR: rgb(255,51,153)! important; POSITION: staticfont-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="FONT-WEIGHT: 400; COLOR: rgb(255,51,153)! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(255,51,153) 1px solid; POSITION: staticfont-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="FONT-WEIGHT: 400; COLOR: rgb(255,51,153)! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(255,51,153) 1px solid; POSITION: staticfont-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="kLink" style="FONT-WEIGHT: 400; COLOR: rgb(255,51,153)! important; BORDER-BOTTOM: rgb(255,51,153) 1px solid; POSITION: staticfont-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:11;"  &gt;heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and mind,&lt;br /&gt;may they assist or even help you in your search to find,&lt;br /&gt;that special someone that we all seek,&lt;br /&gt;the one who makes you feel warm and leaves you unable to speak.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The above is only a prologue, not the actual poem, below is the real thing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I count the days, nights, months and hours,&lt;br /&gt;and hope that there are enough chocolates and flowers,&lt;br /&gt;to tell you i miss you from the bottom of my heart&lt;br /&gt;and that the day we meet will be the last we’re apart.&lt;br /&gt;Miss you babe, but don’t spend your money calling back,&lt;br /&gt;I understand you try but there’s no point, that’s a fact!!!&lt;br /&gt;Because I know how you feel and that’s all that counts,&lt;br /&gt;So when you get back we’ll talk large amounts.&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055358235565579137-6245636765663764886?l=suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/feeds/6245636765663764886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4055358235565579137&amp;postID=6245636765663764886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/6245636765663764886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/6245636765663764886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2010/03/click-means.html' title='C.L.I.C.K. means'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-3221813160158118323</id><published>2010-03-07T10:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:49:38.685-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus says'/><title type='text'>Jesus says</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;      &lt;img src="http://www.orkutmasti.com/tempimage/1223628211_0.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jesus says “Greater love has no one  than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.” Why do you think  that a monogamous sexual relationship is greater than the  self-sacrificial friendship that Jesus talks about? Where do you get the  idea that sexuality has to enter the picture?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A:&lt;/strong&gt;  Because this is how Paul describes the relationship between human  beings and God. In &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ephesians%205:31-32;&amp;amp;version=77;72;65;49;9;"&gt;Ephesians  5:31-32 (HCS)&lt;/a&gt;, Paul says, “31 For this reason a man will leave his  father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two will become one  flesh. 32 This mystery is profound, but I am talking about Christ and  the church.” At the very least at an allegorical level, Paul indicates  that the relationship between Christ and the Church is sexual. The  Zondervan NIV Bible Commentary says, “‘United’ means closely joined and,  taken in conjunction with the reference to ‘one flesh,’ can refer only  to sexual intercourse, which is thus hallowed by the approval of God  himself.” You are correct that Christ said that the highest form of love  was to die for one’s friends. But who is it that Christ was dying for?  It was none other than his bride the church, and the point of his death  was to restore the love that was lost between Christ and his bride, as a  result of sin. So, Christ dies for his bride, a prostitute &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ez%2016:1-59;&amp;amp;version=77;72;65;49;9;"&gt;(Ez  16:1-59)&lt;/a&gt;, so that he can restore her to her true glory&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ez%2016:60-63;&amp;amp;version=77;72;65;49;9;"&gt;(Ez  16:60-63)&lt;/a&gt;. Christ dying for his lover affirms undivided sexuality  as the highest form of love because it demonstrates the undivided love  of Christ for his bride. “Yet I will remember the covenant I made with  you in the days of your youth . . . . Then, when I make atonement for  you for all you have done, you will remember and be ashamed . . . .” &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" target="_blank" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ez%2016:60-63;&amp;amp;version=77;72;65;49;9;"&gt;(Ez  16:60, 63)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;      &lt;img src="http://www.orkutmasti.com/tempimage/1217911411_2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;love is      HEAT,but  very SWEET when 4 LIPS meet then LOVE is complete&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          &lt;/center&gt;                &lt;/center&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055358235565579137-3221813160158118323?l=suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/feeds/3221813160158118323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4055358235565579137&amp;postID=3221813160158118323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/3221813160158118323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/3221813160158118323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2010/03/jesus-says.html' title='Jesus says'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-9022743863231220277</id><published>2010-03-07T10:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:50:10.164-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.orkutmasti.com/tempimage/1220003671_4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is the beginning in two people’s lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is the beginning in a Childs life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is respect and trust for one another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is compassion for each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love is made up of many emotions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love cannot be tossed like a token.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love changes with each word spoken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love stands strong with each day that  passes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Love will never  leave, when it is tested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What  is Love? I have heard this question asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do I have an answer that is quite a task?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have answered from the heart, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;because I believe, that is were it starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;When in doubt about the love question, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;look in your heart without exception. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orkutmasti.com/tempimage/1221800607_4.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orkutmasti.com/tempimage/1217852979_7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.orkutmasti.com/tempimage/1217852980_49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 325pt;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="433"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; width: 325pt;" height="17" width="433"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055358235565579137-9022743863231220277?l=suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/feeds/9022743863231220277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4055358235565579137&amp;postID=9022743863231220277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/9022743863231220277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/9022743863231220277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2010/03/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-8792676001894486229</id><published>2010-03-07T10:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:50:37.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:85%;"  &gt;U're  my best buddy&lt;br /&gt;      U're oh so cuddly&lt;br /&gt;      U don't kno' it  though&lt;br /&gt;      Bcoz I fear U may say NO!&lt;br /&gt;      So I can only  anticip8&lt;br /&gt;      MayB Bing Ur M8.&lt;br /&gt;LOve u too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055358235565579137-8792676001894486229?l=suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/feeds/8792676001894486229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4055358235565579137&amp;postID=8792676001894486229' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/8792676001894486229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/8792676001894486229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2010/03/poem.html' title='Poem'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-2635716845662518790</id><published>2010-03-07T10:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:50:44.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Please Hear What I&apos;m Not Saying'/><title type='text'>Please Hear What I'm Not Saying</title><content type='html'>Don't be fooled by   me.&lt;br /&gt;                     Don't be fooled by  the   face I wear for I wear a mask,&lt;br /&gt;                     a    thousand masks,&lt;br /&gt;                     masks that I'm afraid to    take off,&lt;br /&gt;                     and none of them is   me.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                     Pretending is an art   that's  second nature with me,&lt;br /&gt;                     but don't be   fooled,  for   God's sake don't be fooled.&lt;br /&gt;                     I give you  the impression   that I'm secure,&lt;br /&gt;                     that all is  sunny and   unruffled with me,&lt;br /&gt;                     within as well    as without,&lt;br /&gt;                     that confidence   is my name and  coolness my game,&lt;br /&gt;                     that the water's calm and    I'm in command and that I need no   one,&lt;br /&gt;                     but    don't believe me.&lt;br /&gt;                     My surface may seem    smooth but my surface is my mask,&lt;br /&gt;                     ever-varying  and   ever-concealing.&lt;br /&gt;                     Beneath lies no    complacence.&lt;br /&gt;                     Beneath lies confusion,   and  fear, and aloneness.&lt;br /&gt;                     But I hide this.&lt;br /&gt;                      I don't   want anybody to know it.&lt;br /&gt;                      I panic at the thought of   my weakness exposed.&lt;br /&gt;                      That's why I frantically   create a mask to hide behind,&lt;br /&gt;                      a nonchalant   sophisticated facade,&lt;br /&gt;                      to help me   pretend,&lt;br /&gt;                     to shield me  from the   glance that knows.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                      But such a glance is   precisely my salvation,&lt;br /&gt;                      my only hope,   and I know   it.&lt;br /&gt;                      That   is, if it's followed by acceptance,&lt;br /&gt;                     if  it's followed by   love.&lt;br /&gt;                     It's the only thing  that   can liberate me from myself,&lt;br /&gt;                     from my  own self-built   prison walls,&lt;br /&gt;                     from the  barriers I so   painstakingly erect.&lt;br /&gt;                     It's the  only thing that   will assure me of what I can't assure   myself,&lt;br /&gt;                      that I'm really worth   something.&lt;br /&gt;                      But I don't tell you   this.&lt;br /&gt;                     I    don't dare to, I'm afraid to.&lt;br /&gt;                     I'm afraid your  glance   will not be followed by acceptance,&lt;br /&gt;                      will not be followed by   love.&lt;br /&gt;                     I'm afraid  you'll think   less of me,&lt;br /&gt;                     that you'll laugh,  and   your laugh would kill me.&lt;br /&gt;                     I'm afraid  that deep-down   I'm nothing&lt;br /&gt;                     and that you will  see   this and reject me.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                      So I play my game, my   desperate pretending game,&lt;br /&gt;                      with a facade of   assurance without and a trembling child    within.&lt;br /&gt;                     So begins the glittering   but empty  parade of masks,&lt;br /&gt;                     and my life becomes a    front.&lt;br /&gt;                     I   tell you everything that's really  nothing,&lt;br /&gt;                     and nothing of what's   everything,&lt;br /&gt;                      of what's crying within   me.&lt;br /&gt;                      So   when I'm going through my routine&lt;br /&gt;                      do not be fooled by what   I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;                     Please  listen carefully   and try to hear what I'm not saying,&lt;br /&gt;                      what I'd like to be able   to say,&lt;br /&gt;                      what for survival I need   to say,&lt;br /&gt;                     but what I  can't   say.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                     I don't  like   hiding.&lt;br /&gt;                     I don't like playing    superficial phony games.&lt;br /&gt;                     I want to stop  playing   them.&lt;br /&gt;                     I   want to be genuine and  spontaneous and me&lt;br /&gt;                     but you've got to help    me.&lt;br /&gt;                     You've got to hold out   your hand&lt;br /&gt;                      even when that's the last   thing I seem to want.&lt;br /&gt;                      Only you can wipe away   from my eyes&lt;br /&gt;                      the blank stare of the   breathing dead.&lt;br /&gt;                      Only you can call me into   aliveness.&lt;br /&gt;                      Each time you're kind,   and gentle, and encouraging,&lt;br /&gt;                      each time you try to   understand because you really care,&lt;br /&gt;                      my heart begins to grow   wings--&lt;br /&gt;                      very small wings,&lt;br /&gt;                     very feeble    wings,&lt;br /&gt;                     but wings!&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                      With your power to touch   me into feeling&lt;br /&gt;                      you can breathe life into   me.&lt;br /&gt;                      I   want you to know that.&lt;br /&gt;                     I want you to  know how   important you are to me,&lt;br /&gt;                     how you  can be a   creator--an honest-to-God creator--&lt;br /&gt;                      of the person that is   me if you   choose to.&lt;br /&gt;                      You alone can break down   the wall behind which I tremble,&lt;br /&gt;                      you alone can remove my   mask,&lt;br /&gt;                      you alone can release me   from my shadow-world of panic,&lt;br /&gt;                      from my lonely   prison,&lt;br /&gt;                     if you  choose to.&lt;br /&gt;                     Please choose   to.&lt;br /&gt;                  &lt;br /&gt;                     Do not pass me by.&lt;br /&gt;                      It will not be   easy for you.&lt;br /&gt;                     A long  conviction of   worthlessness builds strong walls.&lt;br /&gt;                      The nearer you approach   to me the   blinder I may strike back.&lt;br /&gt;                      It's irrational, but   despite what the books say  about man&lt;br /&gt;                     often I am   irrational.&lt;br /&gt;                      I fight against the very   thing I cry out for.&lt;br /&gt;                      But I am told that love   is stronger than strong  walls&lt;br /&gt;                     and in this lies my   hope.&lt;br /&gt;                      Please try to beat down   those walls&lt;br /&gt;                      with firm hands but with   gentle hands&lt;br /&gt;                      for a child is very   sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;                 &lt;br /&gt;                      Who am I, you may   wonder?&lt;br /&gt;                     I am  someone you know   very well.&lt;br /&gt;                     For I am every  man you   meet&lt;br /&gt;                     and   I am every woman you  meet.&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 325pt;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="433"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; width: 325pt;" height="17" width="433"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" 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bohat khaas lagta hai&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mujhko dekha to aagaya tabassum bhi&lt;br /&gt;koi khilta Gulab lagta hai&lt;/p&gt; Aaj hai aankho me ek shararat bhi&lt;br /&gt;dil hai be-iman lagta hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 325pt;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="433"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; width: 325pt;" height="17" width="433"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.driving-instructors-birmingham.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div 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id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255461581493817330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THERE WAS A BLINd GIRL WHO HATE ALL WOLRD,ACCEPT HER BOY FRIEND,SHE ALWAYS SAY TO HER BOYFRIEND THATS SHE 'LL MAARY WITH U' IF I COULD SEE U, ONE DAY SOME ONE DONATE HIS EYES TO THAT GIRL,N WHEN SHE SAW HER BOYFRIEND ,SHE WAS SHOCKED TO HIS ALSO BLIND ,THEN BOY ASK WILL U MARRY ME NOW" SHE REFUSED THATS,THEN BOY SMILED N TURN BACK N SAY JUST TAKE CARE OF MY EYES, SO LOVED LIKE BOY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 325pt;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="433"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; width: 325pt;" height="17" width="433"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br 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bajate hai&lt;br /&gt;o mere rehnuma, tujhse hai har dastaan&lt;br /&gt;tu hi hai manzil meri, tu hi hai mera jahaan&lt;br /&gt;tuhi hai mera jahaan&lt;br /&gt;tere aane se pehle, tere jaane ke baad&lt;br /&gt;aati hai aati hai teri hi teri yaad&lt;br /&gt;teri hi yaad sataye&lt;br /&gt;dekhoon tujhe to pyar aaye, sine se dil chala jaaye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mujhpe jo chhaaya hai tera junoon hai&lt;br /&gt;tu meri bechaini mera sukoon hai&lt;br /&gt;tera pyaar hai sawaar mujhpe toh iss kadar&lt;br /&gt;ik siva tere na aayi koyi nazar&lt;br /&gt;Aur gehri huyi, dil ki gehraayiya&lt;br /&gt;A bb toh inta nahi mujhko tanhaayiyan, mujhko tanhaayiyaan&lt;br /&gt;tere aane se pehle, tere jaane ke baad&lt;br /&gt;aati hai aati hai, teri hi teri yaad&lt;br /&gt;teri hi yaad sataye&lt;br /&gt;(dekhoon tujhe to pyaar aaye&lt;br /&gt;sine se dil chala jaaye)-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" 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rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2009/10/for-my-princess.html' title='for my princess'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-1936912550288646477</id><published>2009-10-09T01:16:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:51:46.330-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tuje Dekhate Hi Mujhe Tum Se Pyar Hua'/><title type='text'>Tuje Dekhate Hi Mujhe Tum Se Pyar Hua</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-size: 13px;" class="entry"&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tuje Dekhate Hi Mujhe Tum Se Pyar Hua,&lt;br /&gt;Mil Ke Tumase Hi Dil Mera Bekraar Hua&lt;br /&gt;Kyo Ki,&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Masoom Sa Dil Mera Aur, Masumiyat Meri Bandagi Mein Hai,&lt;br /&gt;Meri Jaan Mera Her Nashaa, Teri Saadagi Mein Hai.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Chhupa Ke Rakha Tha Jise, Vo Tasveer Mere Samane Aayi,&lt;br /&gt;Behosh Kaise Nahi Hota, Jab Samane Tu Muskurayi&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 325pt;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="433"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; width: 325pt;" height="17" width="433"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2009/10/aaj-fir-mujhe-teri-yaad-aayi.html' title='Aaj Fir Mujhe Teri Yaad Aayi'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-4780454164805122084</id><published>2009-10-09T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:51:58.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sad Love Story'/><title type='text'>Sad Love Story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If this doesnt touch you, then you have no heart………&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sachin and rakhi are sitting alone in the park one night….&lt;br /&gt;sachin: “I guess we are the left overs in this world”&lt;br /&gt;rakhi: “I think so… All of my friends have boyfriends and we are only the 2 persons left in this world without any special person in our lives..”&lt;br /&gt;sachin: “Yup I don’t know what to do”&lt;br /&gt;rakhi: “I know! We’ll play a game!”&lt;br /&gt;sachin : “What game?”&lt;br /&gt;rakhi: “I’ll be your girlfriend for 30 days and you will be my boyfriend.”&lt;br /&gt;sachin: “That’s a great plan! In fact I don’t have anything to do for the following weeks…”&lt;br /&gt;DAY 1:&lt;br /&gt;They watch their first movie and they both touched in a romantic film.&lt;br /&gt;DAY 4:&lt;br /&gt;They went to the beach and had a picnic… sachin and rakhi had their quality time together&lt;br /&gt;DAY 12:&lt;br /&gt;sachin invited rakhi to a circus and they rode on a Horror House…. rakhi was scared and she touched sachin’s hand but she touched someone else’s hand and they both laughed…&lt;br /&gt;DAY 15:&lt;br /&gt;They saw a fortune teller down the road and they asked for their future advice and the fortune teller said: “My darlings, Please don’t waste the time of your life… spend the rest of your time together happily” Then tears flow out from the teller’s eyes&lt;br /&gt;DAY 20:&lt;br /&gt;rakhi invited sachin to go to the hill and they saw a meteor… rakhi mumbled something&lt;br /&gt;DAY 28:&lt;br /&gt;They sat on the bus and because of a bumby road rakhi gave her first kiss to sachin by accident&lt;br /&gt;DAY 29:&lt;br /&gt;11:37pm&lt;br /&gt;rakhi and sachin sat in the park where they first decided to play this game…&lt;br /&gt;sachin: “I’m tired rakhi …Do you want any drinks? I’ll buy you one.. I’ll just go down the road..”&lt;br /&gt;rakhi: “Okay, Apple Juice that’s all..”&lt;br /&gt;sachin: “Wait for me….”&lt;br /&gt;20mins later… a stranger approached rakhi..&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: “Are you a friend of sachin?”&lt;br /&gt;rakhi: “Yes, why? What happened?”&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: “A reckless drunken driver ran over sachin and he is critical in the hospital!”&lt;br /&gt;11:57pm&lt;br /&gt;The doctor went out of the emergency room and he handed out an apple juice and a letter..&lt;br /&gt;Doctor: “We found this in sachin’s pocket.”&lt;br /&gt;rakhi reads the letter and it says:&lt;br /&gt;rakhi, This past few days, I realized you are a really cute girl and Iam really falling for you.. Your cherished… Everything that happened when we played this game….. Before this game would end… I would like you to be my girlfriend for the rest of my life…. I love you rakhi ….&lt;br /&gt;rakhi crumples the paper and shouted:&lt;br /&gt;“sachin! I don’t want you to die… I love you… Remember that night when we saw a meteor, I mumbled something… I mumbled that I wish we would be together forever and never end this game. Please don’t leave me sachin …. I love you! You cannot do this to me!”&lt;br /&gt;Then the clock strikes 12&lt;br /&gt;sachin’s heart stop pumping&lt;br /&gt;THEN IT WAS THE 30TH DAY……..&lt;br /&gt;Always love your loved ones and show them how you feel before it is too late… You will never know when they will be gone from your embrace… If you were given a time to bestow petals of everlasting compassion and love to your loved ones.. Today is&lt;br /&gt;the day…. Love them while they are still here…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="border-collapse: collapse; width: 325pt;" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" width="433"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt; width: 325pt;" height="17" width="433"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;td style="height: 12.75pt;" height="17"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.driving-instructors-birmingham.co.uk/"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" 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href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2009/10/sad-love-story.html' title='Sad Love Story'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-6348116948125365093</id><published>2009-10-09T01:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:52:04.324-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love Shayari'/><title type='text'>Love Shayari</title><content type='html'>koi deewana kehta hai,&lt;br /&gt;koi pagal samjhta hai,&lt;br /&gt;mgar dharti ki bechani ko bus badal samjhta hai,&lt;br /&gt;main tujhse door kaisa hoon,&lt;br /&gt;tu mujhse door kaisi hai,&lt;br /&gt;ye tera dil samjhta hai,&lt;br /&gt;ya mera dil samjhta hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mohhabat ek ehsaso ki paavan si kahani hai,&lt;br /&gt;kabhi kabira deewana tha kbhi meera deewani hai,&lt;br /&gt;yahan sab log kehte hain meri aankhon main aansu hai,&lt;br /&gt;jo tu samjhe to moti hai jo na samjhe to pani hai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055358235565579137-6348116948125365093?l=suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/feeds/6348116948125365093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4055358235565579137&amp;postID=6348116948125365093' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/6348116948125365093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/6348116948125365093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-shayari.html' title='Love Shayari'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-5172903667336868741</id><published>2009-10-09T01:13:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:52:09.386-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Valentine shayari'/><title type='text'>Valentine shayari</title><content type='html'>TUMHE CHAHNE WALE KAM NA HONGE,&lt;br /&gt;WAQT KE SATH SHAYAD HUM NA HONGE,&lt;br /&gt;CHAHE KISI KO KITNA BHI TUM PYAAR DENA,&lt;br /&gt;LEKIN TUMHARI YAADON KE HAKDAAR SIRF HUM HONGE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks may capture the eyes but it’s the personality that captures the heart&lt;br /&gt;You can close your eyes to things you dont want to see. but u cant close your heart to things you dont want to feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OS ne kaha mujh se kitna piyar hai&lt;br /&gt;main nay kaha, sitaron ka koi shumaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os ne kaha k kon tumhain hai buhat aziz?&lt;br /&gt;main ne kaha k dil pay jisay ikhtiar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os ne kaha kay kon sa tuhfa hai mann pasand&lt;br /&gt;mainay kaha : woh shaam ju ab tak udhaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os ne kaha kay k sainkaron gham Zindagi main hain&lt;br /&gt;mainay kaha k gham nahin, jab gham gusaar saath hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os ne kaha kahan tak saath nibha o gay&lt;br /&gt;mainay kaha, jitnee ye saanson ki taar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;os ne kaha mujh ko yaqeen aa a kis tarah?&lt;br /&gt;mainay kaha kay mera naam Aitbaar hai&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4055358235565579137.post-2344611386749682827</id><published>2009-10-09T01:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T21:52:14.179-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I Love u  Rakhi'/><title type='text'>I Love u  Rakhi</title><content type='html'>jab doosre ka dil tootte huye dekha to dard ka aihsaas nhi huya&lt;br /&gt;lekin jab apna dil toota to dard bardas nhi huya .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session 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text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/SrUYj49MXyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3UcmWG9CkXg/s400/ros004.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383235934454832930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart says we've got somthing real, can I trust the way I feel, cuz my hearts been fooled before, am I just seeing what I want to see, or is it true could u really b.... Smone to have n hold, with all my heart n soul, I need to know befor I fall in love, somone who'll stay around, through all my ups n downs, plz tell me now befor i fall in love.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful truth:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People love you all the time..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its just that they can't Love you the way you understand Love..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They Love u d way they know how to love...:-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;!--Session data--&gt;&lt;input onclick="jsCall();" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"&gt;&lt;div id="refHTML"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4055358235565579137-7689265929159164270?l=suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/feeds/7689265929159164270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4055358235565579137&amp;postID=7689265929159164270' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/7689265929159164270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4055358235565579137/posts/default/7689265929159164270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://suyeshandrakhilove.blogspot.com/2009/10/rose-love_09.html' title='Rose Love'/><author><name>Sachin Singh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07532942216626547294</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/S1AmOgXiVYI/AAAAAAAAAOY/zk8fGfKefXM/S220/NIkhil.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_466imdzS1hY/SrUYj49MXyI/AAAAAAAAAMI/3UcmWG9CkXg/s72-c/ros004.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
