<?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-5439851281247937278</id><updated>2012-01-05T18:56:08.577-08:00</updated><category term='About mankind&apos;s run as if there was no tomorrow'/><category term='Written few years back but now fitting it into the storyline for my new set of songs.'/><category term='Song I wrote against increasing &quot;Big Power&quot; domination and how they pay for what they started. This is also one of my first songs I am putting on this blog'/><category term='one of my earliest poetry in love .. cant comprehend  writing with the same level of immaturity today :-)'/><category term='Not any more a dream :-) wrote this at a station near Mountain view CA 2004'/><category term='Theyyam'/><category term='The Optimistic change of a man stuck in a cold wintery night.. wrote it in NY on a snowy night in 2001'/><category term='Ancient dance forms'/><category term='death resurrection reincarnation'/><category term='Short imagination based in central park NY Autumn-2000'/><category term='First professional rock song I wrote in 2003 about &quot;Life as an Illussion&quot;'/><category term='A poetic catharsis'/><category term='early in the morning a rush of thoghts waded into me..'/><title type='text'>proquik's space</title><subtitle type='html'>My private space on the public domain! A song writers thought process is controlled by the different feelings, sights and sounds he encounters in the daily twists and turns of life. I put it down as far as possible through poetry or song writing... The Poet is back!

...there's always a light at the end of this tunnel, blog ya soon!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-8847525747693098312</id><published>2012-01-05T18:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-05T18:56:08.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fighter</title><content type='html'>Lying in bed, he wished to sing&lt;br /&gt;Called his friends, lets do this thing&lt;br /&gt;Their old song 'My House', meant so much&lt;br /&gt;With an unfaltering voice, his heart sang such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a long cherished dream done&lt;br /&gt;Remebering the days that went by,&lt;br /&gt;When they had the best time of their life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those were the days of rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;Stage on fire, many a show he stole&lt;br /&gt;His voice stood out under the lights&lt;br /&gt;Many were high, some left heart broken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The music they live for,&lt;br /&gt;Every day he would look for(ward to)&lt;br /&gt;What more to ask for, of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many evenings spent by the shore&lt;br /&gt;Many fun rides to the outdoor&lt;br /&gt;Crying together on many sad things&lt;br /&gt;Flying away on laughters wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends who would die for,&lt;br /&gt;Every day he would look for(ward to)&lt;br /&gt;What more to ask for, of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got off the stage,&lt;br /&gt;Found a beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;The family grew&lt;br /&gt;As the years went by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the music in him&lt;br /&gt;Never died&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same old friends&lt;br /&gt;Still stickin around&lt;br /&gt;New walks of life&lt;br /&gt;But same old ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With so much love&lt;br /&gt;He was grounded in a high&lt;br /&gt;He was on his way&lt;br /&gt;With life&lt;br /&gt;Nothing more to fight for life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then came a day, it all stood still&lt;br /&gt;A shock of life, stole the thrill&lt;br /&gt;Family stood by, friends they still&lt;br /&gt;Like a pillar he stood with a will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He knows not what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;Is this what he asked for&lt;br /&gt;Is it time to give up , on life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unpredictable life can be&lt;br /&gt;Not go the way we want it to be&lt;br /&gt;He could let go and give up easy&lt;br /&gt;But he chose to take it on,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not losing hope this one&lt;br /&gt;He was the fighter,&lt;br /&gt;He was the fighter, for life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-8847525747693098312?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8847525747693098312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-748403312625640118</id><published>2012-01-03T17:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-03T17:44:53.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why this Kothugu ka D (Kids version of Kolaveri D)</title><content type='html'>Yo Kochi, I singsong, bite song, chori song&lt;br /&gt;Why this kothukadi kothukadi kothugu kadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bite you correct&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this kothukadi kothukadi kothugu kadi&lt;br /&gt;Why this kothukadi ......... ..... kadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came to kochi to spend some timeuu&lt;br /&gt;Have a lot of funnu&lt;br /&gt;Day was nice in the sunnu sunnu&lt;br /&gt;Thennu cameu nightttu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this kothukadi kothukadi kothugu kadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nighttu timeu darku darku&lt;br /&gt;Kothugu colouru blacku&lt;br /&gt;Kothugu kadichaal bloodu bloodu&lt;br /&gt;Bloodu colouru reddu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this kothukadi kothukadi kothugu kadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ammaa kothugu vala edukku, lightum off cheytho,&lt;br /&gt;Vayya vayya vayya vayya chori kondu nikyaan vayyaa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ha haaa&lt;br /&gt;Super ammaa ready to sleep ready.. 1-2-3...4&lt;br /&gt;Pappa pappaa pappa pappaa..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok ammachi now story changeu listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kaiyillu goodnight, (only english)&lt;br /&gt;Handil good night, Leggil odomos&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems to worku&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once an aunty full of thadi&lt;br /&gt;Gotta besttu kadiyu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loveu loveu notu a loveu, Wantu sleepu niceu&lt;br /&gt;Nowu nowu rightu nowu, want you to leave nowu&lt;br /&gt;God I ama ithchingu nowu, will it be for longu&lt;br /&gt;Thisuu song for all kochinitesu&lt;br /&gt;We don't have choiceuuuuuuu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why this kothukadi kothukadi kothugu kadi&lt;br /&gt;Why this kothukadi kothukadi kothugu kadi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mama finish songu!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-748403312625640118?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/748403312625640118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=748403312625640118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/748403312625640118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/748403312625640118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2012/01/why-this-kothugu-ka-d-kids-version-of.html' title='Why this Kothugu ka D (Kids version of Kolaveri D)'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-4265449344396385274</id><published>2011-11-20T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T10:28:08.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mesmer(eyes)ize</title><content type='html'>I walked alone through the streets&lt;br /&gt;Lost in a different world&lt;br /&gt;The night is young, the crowds just getting out&lt;br /&gt;I can look but whats there in it for me&lt;br /&gt;The silent mind running haywire&lt;br /&gt;I call but it ain't return to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just came a rain pouring down on me&lt;br /&gt;A strange freshness tore the pain away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I look up to the sky, &lt;br /&gt;Its like the heaven opened up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like an Angel came down&lt;br /&gt;washed the tear drops off my eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has been rock and roll&lt;br /&gt;With a bunch of songs, we hit the road&lt;br /&gt;Travelling near and far,&lt;br /&gt;Running up the charts, we became stars&lt;br /&gt;Fame and Money and wild backstage games&lt;br /&gt;Gathering news on every tabloid space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then our dreams went on a downslide&lt;br /&gt;The road just split open wide, outta the spotlight me&lt;br /&gt;Hit the bars, in every corner of the city&lt;br /&gt;untill that fateful night I saw her look at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then just came a rain pouring down on me&lt;br /&gt;A strange freshness tore the pain away&lt;br /&gt;As I touch her skin, she feels like a heavenly surprise&lt;br /&gt;She talks of love tonight she mesmerize&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the sky, walking hand in hand, &lt;br /&gt;Music may now find me again, through her mesmer(eyes)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-4265449344396385274?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/4265449344396385274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=4265449344396385274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/4265449344396385274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/4265449344396385274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2011/11/mesmereyesize.html' title='Mesmer(eyes)ize'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-2189047904612284314</id><published>2011-07-06T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T20:23:19.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Space'd out Love</title><content type='html'>I see you fly up to the moonlit sky&lt;br /&gt;On a clear start studded night&lt;br /&gt;I ran upto the mountain high&lt;br /&gt;Caliing out your name, a loud try&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far from this world&lt;br /&gt;At the speed of light&lt;br /&gt;Leaving behind the planets&lt;br /&gt;Even Iam out of sight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did I miss her flight&lt;br /&gt;Did I not give enough fight&lt;br /&gt;The search had started on earth&lt;br /&gt;Now long distance space love worth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to the cosmos space bound&lt;br /&gt;Love on my mind as we leave ground&lt;br /&gt;Speed away hot in pursuit&lt;br /&gt;My heart pounds in this spacesuit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scan the dark sky around&lt;br /&gt;No trace of her craft found&lt;br /&gt;As the search jumps into hyperspace&lt;br /&gt;Gravitational excitement adds to the race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inter planetary transits later&lt;br /&gt;Her sensual smell from down a crater&lt;br /&gt;Rush to see her fall to my charms&lt;br /&gt;But find her with an alien in her arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my world comes crashing down&lt;br /&gt;The alarming sound of a clock hits town&lt;br /&gt;Waking up from my space misadventure&lt;br /&gt;Back with my earthly love, sleeping wonder&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Love'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-3692551325310920352</id><published>2011-06-16T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T21:34:37.467-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Whirled' around me</title><content type='html'>Cradle of nature, wilderness break&lt;br /&gt;Adventure drunk, activate&lt;br /&gt;Poachers and hunters lie awake&lt;br /&gt;Animal instincts, the human way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frame catcher, creative take&lt;br /&gt;Crazy art freak, demonstrate&lt;br /&gt;Page 3 crowd painted front row&lt;br /&gt;Air kissing loud laughs, fake show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Socio-political media games&lt;br /&gt;Positive news hurried gaze&lt;br /&gt;Murder rape bribes and brutality&lt;br /&gt;Mixed with new age tabloid profanity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bask in the cancerous sunshine&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in the acid rains&lt;br /&gt;Fading blue skies and rainbows&lt;br /&gt;Dirty digital mind games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cross dressing socialite&lt;br /&gt;Flamboyant corporate&lt;br /&gt;Unreal reality magnate&lt;br /&gt;Social network dragnet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skeletons in the closet, out from the fun fill&lt;br /&gt;Pepper spray and the next hour pill&lt;br /&gt;Rave city a hundred flings&lt;br /&gt;Steamy nights pretty young things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gang wars, prison scars&lt;br /&gt;Coke menace underpass&lt;br /&gt;Guns on a free run&lt;br /&gt;Raiders under the dark sun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oil fields and defence deals&lt;br /&gt;Superpower slayer of love and peace&lt;br /&gt;Growing cross country rocket pile&lt;br /&gt;Nuclear warfare diplomatic style&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plastic and radiation waste&lt;br /&gt;Greenpeace activists on the chase&lt;br /&gt;Third world country dumping space&lt;br /&gt;Carbon points, the ecosystem fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world in a whirl&lt;br /&gt;Aint coming undone&lt;br /&gt;Life now a blur&lt;br /&gt;Mankind, thanks a tonne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-3692551325310920352?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/3692551325310920352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=3692551325310920352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/3692551325310920352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/3692551325310920352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2011/06/whirrled-around-me.html' title='&apos;Whirled&apos; around me'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-7483722320777750507</id><published>2011-06-05T06:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-05T09:47:20.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theyyam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ancient dance forms'/><title type='text'>Dance of Eternity</title><content type='html'>The sky in a burst of colors,&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the rain country&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the fields onto harvest&lt;br /&gt;In search of the dance of eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun rises above the earth abode&lt;br /&gt;The dance of gods starts to the drum roll&lt;br /&gt;Now the demons are dressing up,&lt;br /&gt;They are next on the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will the miracles happen&lt;br /&gt;Only time will tell&lt;br /&gt;But the mangods are smiling&lt;br /&gt;For superstition still sells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Masks from the depth of darkness&lt;br /&gt;Painted in colors of the earth&lt;br /&gt;Haunting eyes look up dazed&lt;br /&gt;As mortal men stand unfazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whirling Psychedelics&lt;br /&gt;Taking us back to a place&lt;br /&gt;Away from civilization&lt;br /&gt;Strange relics of an ancient race&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the trance takes us over&lt;br /&gt;Mind shaking head roll&lt;br /&gt;Life on a feverish pitch&lt;br /&gt;My soul someone stole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I at world's end&lt;br /&gt;The dark horizon I descend&lt;br /&gt;Then the light catches my eye&lt;br /&gt;For a moment I transcend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed heavenly lights I seek&lt;br /&gt;Transformed to a world beyond belief&lt;br /&gt;A strange newness now dawns on me&lt;br /&gt;As I leave the dance of eternity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-7483722320777750507?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7483722320777750507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=7483722320777750507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/7483722320777750507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/7483722320777750507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2011/06/dance-of-eternity.html' title='Dance of Eternity'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-8427102473020539448</id><published>2011-04-30T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T12:13:03.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stairway to Mind</title><content type='html'>Into the void of darkness you fell&lt;br /&gt;Closed your eyes and light you felt&lt;br /&gt;Escaping the tangled mind maze&lt;br /&gt;Fading distance to the Dream space&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Race with the daemons that run in your head&lt;br /&gt;Tunneled vision stairway to the end where it led&lt;br /&gt;Jump out of the puzzle, freedom at last&lt;br /&gt;Turned out an illusion from a fairy tale past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the speed of thought, rushed against light&lt;br /&gt;Destination unknown, far from sight&lt;br /&gt;Don't look out to emptiness, the flight is within&lt;br /&gt;Your mind the hyperspace fantasy seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you see the facade and walk in through&lt;br /&gt;The fantasy turns real and it becomes you&lt;br /&gt;Time to wake up leave the unreal behind&lt;br /&gt;Welcome inside, take the stairway to your mind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-8427102473020539448?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-9163862496695386748</id><published>2011-03-10T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:48:24.525-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Underground</title><content type='html'>Close my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the beat within&lt;br /&gt;Get to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Let the music begin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funky grooves, crazy moves&lt;br /&gt;Off the ground dancing muse&lt;br /&gt;Mind spinner, body shaker&lt;br /&gt;Night runner, fun maker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crowd arise, pay your price&lt;br /&gt;Saint or sinner I aint care&lt;br /&gt;Actions with no consequences&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to your secret lair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So step inside&lt;br /&gt;And turn around&lt;br /&gt;The door opens&lt;br /&gt;To the underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave all behind&lt;br /&gt;For the happiness grind&lt;br /&gt;The dream you seek&lt;br /&gt;Will open your mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Follow the sound&lt;br /&gt;Break new ground&lt;br /&gt;Love is the drug&lt;br /&gt;In your sweet underground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playin a different sound&lt;br /&gt;In the underground&lt;br /&gt;Taking a bit of love&lt;br /&gt;To the underground&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-9163862496695386748?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/9163862496695386748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=9163862496695386748' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/9163862496695386748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/9163862496695386748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2011/03/underground.html' title='The Underground'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-8700422817537051691</id><published>2011-02-19T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T06:13:40.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>As It Opens Up</title><content type='html'>As it opens up&lt;br /&gt;The shadows leave my sight&lt;br /&gt;The pathway leads to the light&lt;br /&gt;Meet you there at the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search the high I seek&lt;br /&gt;Be the enlightened one&lt;br /&gt;Racing down the street&lt;br /&gt;The drug that makes me run&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this dreamy world, I catch up&lt;br /&gt;The rising sun I see&lt;br /&gt;As I face the day that's coming&lt;br /&gt;The night done its peaceful sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruising through troubled waters&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the oblivious fate&lt;br /&gt;Murky deals reign in the mind&lt;br /&gt;King schemer my new mate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk like the devil&lt;br /&gt;In the footsteps of a saint&lt;br /&gt;But when the truth turns bitter&lt;br /&gt;Even the devil can faint&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it opens up&lt;br /&gt;Nothing seems as it should be&lt;br /&gt;With the gold turned to dust&lt;br /&gt;In reality i believe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-8700422817537051691?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-1410888614167427208</id><published>2010-08-13T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T11:44:53.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Laila"</title><content type='html'>When the sun comes down, I looked up at the ceiling&lt;br /&gt;It was all dusky in the orange hue and I see the bright moonlit night come on&lt;br /&gt;Walking with the shadows, I see the dazzling lights&lt;br /&gt;Down by the beach shack, I hear the crowd calling out the name that struck a familiar chord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sang Laila, laila laila laila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the curtains draw open, the stage lights zoom on her,&lt;br /&gt;The diva walks out, and the world goes out in a whirl.&lt;br /&gt;As she sings out her soul, a thousand hearts stop,&lt;br /&gt;Like a wave of silence just dropped around us, and inside me Iam singing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them, Love someone, Love anyone, just your music,&lt;br /&gt;But not you, coz you belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many years I've been searching, the girl who sold her voice&lt;br /&gt;To the music and the money makers, and the torn love she left behind&lt;br /&gt;A wild journey later it doesnt matter, coz tonite I found you, I ask you again,&lt;br /&gt;When the music dies down and the crowd moves on, can it be just the two of us under the stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While let them, Love someone, Love anyone, just your music,&lt;br /&gt;But not you, coz you belong to me&lt;br /&gt;coz you belong to me Laila.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-1410888614167427208?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/1410888614167427208/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-8348159225878681888</id><published>2010-05-13T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-13T19:09:42.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Written few years back but now fitting it into the storyline for my new set of songs.'/><title type='text'>'The Arrival'</title><content type='html'>Sit in the sea, look for jaded shores&lt;br /&gt;We just follow the scenes of this endless show&lt;br /&gt;As the birds fly across, I know I can smile again&lt;br /&gt;I feel the wind carry my dreams ashore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've searched this path,&lt;br /&gt;for the fruit of life&lt;br /&gt;Seen a thousand rains,&lt;br /&gt;felt the heat of the sweltering sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Away I run searching,&lt;br /&gt;cradled in the misty seas,&lt;br /&gt;I reach this land of mysteries&lt;br /&gt;There is nothing here I cant feel or see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am back to strange familiarity&lt;br /&gt;I've arrived to old memories and feel alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I run to the corner of the street,&lt;br /&gt;I remember where I once used to be&lt;br /&gt;The golden sun rise above the fields,&lt;br /&gt;the light vivid in my memory&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With friends and neighbors frolicking&lt;br /&gt;Games they played the night will see&lt;br /&gt;The fights for gals, the drunken brawls&lt;br /&gt;At the end of it all, it just cuts too deep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay not here,in entangled deeds&lt;br /&gt;This is not it, what you need&lt;br /&gt;Belief, its inside here&lt;br /&gt;Follow the signs with your senses clear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you wanna reach's not the end&lt;br /&gt;Travel as you please, burn your feet&lt;br /&gt;The journey will, help you transcend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doors to open, the keys to find&lt;br /&gt;If you see nothing ahead, just turn behind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there, I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;My friend, your shadow of intelligence&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be here, I'll be here&lt;br /&gt;With you near, your pleasure seeking fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be gone, I'll be thrown,&lt;br /&gt;only when you are sown&lt;br /&gt;You become the seed&lt;br /&gt;for the next life to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for today you know you've arrived&lt;br /&gt;Where you want to be,&lt;br /&gt;this is no dream&lt;br /&gt;Ithaca has come alive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-8348159225878681888?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8348159225878681888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-8810150959882573896</id><published>2009-12-28T03:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T03:27:37.097-08:00</updated><title type='text'>City Lights</title><content type='html'>A rush through my veins a rare occurrence&lt;br /&gt;until I open the window, jump outta my existence.&lt;br /&gt;As she surged into me, sowing the seed of pleasure&lt;br /&gt;let the passion prevail, just a smile no hesitance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With half the city wobbling sitting in my boat&lt;br /&gt;With the same wandering thoughts we all row&lt;br /&gt;The music in our mind, just filling up,&lt;br /&gt;Drunken taverns but still we staying afloat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is smoking holy pot&lt;br /&gt;sex drives in the parking lot&lt;br /&gt;A taste of the funky bizarre world,&lt;br /&gt;Craziness my new love got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these City lights&lt;br /&gt;My nights blend in&lt;br /&gt;giving into life&lt;br /&gt;My 'High' within.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-8810150959882573896?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8810150959882573896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=8810150959882573896' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/8810150959882573896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/8810150959882573896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2009/12/city-lights.html' title='City Lights'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-1704748972149914371</id><published>2009-07-27T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-27T03:45:33.476-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death resurrection reincarnation'/><title type='text'>To death and back</title><content type='html'>The call was heard, I was on my way&lt;br /&gt;Stomp the pedal, my thoughts in winds sway&lt;br /&gt;Dashing through a corner, I see a weak light&lt;br /&gt;As it comes near, I grow into a fright, I hit the bright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near death experience&lt;br /&gt;A light of brilliance&lt;br /&gt;The soul walks out on me&lt;br /&gt;The heavenly gates I have reached&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a gasp a breath got back&lt;br /&gt;My quivering body sees movements&lt;br /&gt;I hear people around me&lt;br /&gt;And know not yet I am dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A choking call and then I slip back&lt;br /&gt;Unconscious mind takes me over again&lt;br /&gt;Disappearing vision of what I went through&lt;br /&gt;Life comes full circle back from a rendezvous&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-1704748972149914371?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/1704748972149914371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-2837924480705426487</id><published>2009-05-10T18:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T19:36:25.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A momentary smile of reason</title><content type='html'>Life's strange ways, thoughts misplaced&lt;br /&gt;Every day ringing in the same old chase.&lt;br /&gt;Without change, the same suns rays&lt;br /&gt;the mechanical day, the nightlit moon gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carry on destiny, run after hollow dreams&lt;br /&gt;The world changes, but I go on just the same&lt;br /&gt;Materialistic soul set in, I seek farsightedness&lt;br /&gt;Missing all the moments right in front of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just when I thought the monotony struck me,&lt;br /&gt;An endearing smile at a crossroad I stopped to see&lt;br /&gt;Familiar moment in the recent past,&lt;br /&gt;A sweet escape through the night when it lasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woke up this morning with a freshness not known&lt;br /&gt;Like a new lease of life just passed onto me.&lt;br /&gt;A moment missed not being at the crossroads I seeked,&lt;br /&gt;but long years later it finally finds this wayward me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's strange ways, thoughts replayed&lt;br /&gt;Now every day will ring in a new happy chase.&lt;br /&gt;Not wanting to leave and then reality comes back knocking&lt;br /&gt;but I smile coz I know i will meet her at this moment again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-2837924480705426487?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/2837924480705426487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-2830350859669351143</id><published>2008-04-15T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T22:25:51.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to my past</title><content type='html'>As I wade through the chapters of life&lt;br /&gt;The secrets open up to me&lt;br /&gt;Stark reality of moments&lt;br /&gt;All in dark contrast to what I see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts written down now history&lt;br /&gt;These strange events in my memory&lt;br /&gt;Some I try to forget though they haunt me&lt;br /&gt;While others kind of settled inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through these years, many faces crossed me&lt;br /&gt;Never stopped once to see behind me&lt;br /&gt;A loving tender touch from someone near&lt;br /&gt;While another left a scar deep inside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Creating impressions cast in stone&lt;br /&gt;Running through life, not always alone&lt;br /&gt;Dreams envisioned, yearning for more&lt;br /&gt;Trials and tribulations following me back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all these years, I feel like knowing more about me&lt;br /&gt;Bring out the truth that I hid in this solitude I covered around me&lt;br /&gt;Tonite I open the world that I forgot, open the book of secrets, oh god!&lt;br /&gt;May I find my life back, for this wayword son has opened his heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-2830350859669351143?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/2830350859669351143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=2830350859669351143' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/2830350859669351143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/2830350859669351143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-my-past.html' title='Back to my past'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-7465802310375181921</id><published>2008-02-18T12:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T15:07:09.016-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A poetic catharsis'/><title type='text'>Strained</title><content type='html'>I go back to my childhood, when with friends and family I grew up,&lt;br /&gt;The playfulness and fights, love and hate all in good measure&lt;br /&gt;From the sweet innocent selves then, to the men we are today&lt;br /&gt;Through all the twists of life, time we spend with them we still treasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family could be friends, friends could be more than family&lt;br /&gt;Flocking together as one of the same feather&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up, we fly out away from each other&lt;br /&gt;In search of our destinies, not any more together&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand we effortlessly keep in touch across the world&lt;br /&gt;News from every corner reaching through the endless maze&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes missing joyous moments, but happy through our invisible presence&lt;br /&gt;and other times sad on the loss of a dear one, my heart in a faze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then with each one on a different path and our self ever changing&lt;br /&gt;we get into strange delusions and get caught in feuds and wars&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes not knowing the truth, we cut ourselves down&lt;br /&gt;Stories passed around and falling for growing disharmony, we leave deep scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have grown to understand, that while I connect to most,&lt;br /&gt;The relationships that meant most may have got lost and somewhere strained&lt;br /&gt;Deep wounds to seal, I seek unconditional love and my self to heal&lt;br /&gt;Pray that the love returns to those who mean and their bitterness disdained.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-7465802310375181921?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/7465802310375181921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=7465802310375181921' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/7465802310375181921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/7465802310375181921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2008/02/strained.html' title='Strained'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-8184292706234287393</id><published>2008-02-08T02:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T00:10:10.993-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='early in the morning a rush of thoghts waded into me..'/><title type='text'>Mixed Thoughts</title><content type='html'>Single and carefree there goes my mind, held in its sway my heart follows behind&lt;br /&gt;Does no one around mean alone, I have myself and am dancing to the happiness grind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is just a measure of time well spent, at the end when you see the light go, don't repent.&lt;br /&gt;A smile is never a reflection of whats inside you, who knows you are crying out silent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hard to hear the music around, coz you plugged your senses, open up not narrow&lt;br /&gt;create the noise you want, scream out, music maybe love, maybe a smile, sing even if its sorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sex is a sublime momentary high, a heightened response to ecstasy&lt;br /&gt;Both a pleasurable end to desirous needs and also sowing the seed, another existence we seek.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's delusions should not be strung around your unwillingness to explore&lt;br /&gt;The world is your dreamspace, make the journey, let change be waiting each time you open the door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As i grow older sobriety is creeping in, the wild is leaving me, I have only my shadow stalking&lt;br /&gt;gone are the days of immature childish pursuits, my mind is still running, but my feet are only walking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is to wait, let time whither away, a walk through eternity we want and i don't want to give those moments away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My senses drowned in your smell, the sweet taste of passion just a touch away, close my eyes feel my breath on your skin and lets fly away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Woke up this morning with a freshness I've not known in a long time, like a new lease of life just passed onto me. A moment I missed not being at the crossroads I seeked, but long years later it finally finds this wayward me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Rains - romantic nature showing us that as gentle drops hang on the tips of leaves, as the wet soaked ground beneath the trees, cool splashing our eyelashes close, passion finds the drenched soul, love lives on in natures hold.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Death the greatest fear, fear of losing your near and dear&lt;br /&gt;Even the belief we will live on for ever, bounded by fate, the road unclear&lt;br /&gt;Death is a state of transition, rebirth happens, the good old saint talk&lt;br /&gt;But we are human, wanna hold on to this one, don't wanna fall dead in this life's walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-8184292706234287393?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-5624332866621463670</id><published>2008-01-27T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-27T09:23:18.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Song</title><content type='html'>This is for mankind and their desirous self&lt;br /&gt;Dreading no  one, enticing death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derailing thoughts of some bitter truth&lt;br /&gt;Seek some  hidden pleasure rendezvous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frozen mind paralyzed, stuck inside my  head&lt;br /&gt;Bleeding lines drawn across my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfazed by the realities that  I paced through&lt;br /&gt;Distant past from a far off land I flew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come as  thunder stealing the smiles away&lt;br /&gt;A million tear drops fall on a black rainy  day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The light just fades away into oblivion&lt;br /&gt;Into the realm of  darkness, it strays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wretched world, my demons in control&lt;br /&gt;Once  enlightened, now crucifying their soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After every life ends, comes the  devil in disguise&lt;br /&gt;If you lived to tell this tale, you will pay the  price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my sweet haunting voice enters your head,&lt;br /&gt;The dark song will  bring you back from the dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sing my evil lines in the darkness you  feel&lt;br /&gt;You know you live now; but you are living for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-5624332866621463670?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5624332866621463670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=5624332866621463670' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/5624332866621463670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/5624332866621463670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2008/01/dark-song.html' title='The Dark Song'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-2308030550246311236</id><published>2007-10-15T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T21:02:30.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"From then till now"</title><content type='html'>I am at an age when life can go both ways&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have experienced enough, but No!&lt;br /&gt;No more than the tip of my brow, says my friend&lt;br /&gt;Life has just started; you have just started to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my sleep all alone with my dreams, I travel back&lt;br /&gt;To the point of creation, of this thinking mind of mine,&lt;br /&gt;Of this thoughtful soul I hold onto dearly&lt;br /&gt;And the body my identity got wrapped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My self never rooted to one place, traveling all around&lt;br /&gt;Across oceans, desserts and many a land of opportunity&lt;br /&gt;I grew with the open light of what has to come will come,&lt;br /&gt;And when some day I reach, I’ll feel it and what I want I’ll become.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's values taught to me, I held on deep in my conscience,&lt;br /&gt;With helping hands and the touch of love,&lt;br /&gt;The friendly shadows I walked in its sight, into this world&lt;br /&gt;With a mind clear, thought I could see wrong from right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every now and then close my eyes and admire the beauty of my creation&lt;br /&gt;Thank the imaginary force that took me from then to here, but&lt;br /&gt;On the move before I could set foot, change was a part of this journey,&lt;br /&gt;Where I head to or what I look for I know not, do I even need to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my dream explored the recent flashes of my life&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have been suppressed, hurt and shut out&lt;br /&gt;Guilty of receiving more than what those hands could give&lt;br /&gt;Holding on to a web I weaved for years now, was it one of deception?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Intuition gone wrong, direction lost, gave in to my deepest fears&lt;br /&gt;Is it time to stop and turn around; Are the shadows still following me?&lt;br /&gt;Tears in my eyes always of joy, now in sadness, my heart held in its sway&lt;br /&gt;Is the ground giving way, am I falling, are my dreams failing me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got out of my dreams in sweat and tears, this morning,&lt;br /&gt;Feels like I already lived my life and just woke up for one more chance&lt;br /&gt;What matters to me and what’s dear to me still I have not chosen&lt;br /&gt;Almost then a healing touch I feel from someone close, someone I've known&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familiarity in sense, the image is there I see not, but I feel&lt;br /&gt;Was it a sign I need to follow, Is someone trying to talk to me?&lt;br /&gt;What’s in the air this morning, refreshing and strangely soothing?&lt;br /&gt;I fade into my calm self as a silent sigh escapes my lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something tells me, its time for me to move on to the west again&lt;br /&gt;The search for my destiny is on, someone walking me through the steps&lt;br /&gt;The haze is moving, my destination getting clearer and nearer&lt;br /&gt;Is this the end of the journey or the path to the beginning?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-2308030550246311236?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/2308030550246311236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=2308030550246311236' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/2308030550246311236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/2308030550246311236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2007/10/from-then-till-now.html' title='&quot;From then till now&quot;'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-7336084426250566424</id><published>2007-08-10T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T14:34:00.754-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='First professional rock song I wrote in 2003 about &quot;Life as an Illussion&quot;'/><title type='text'>Maaya</title><content type='html'>Blue Skies, Endless smiles&lt;br /&gt;Happy faces, satisfied lives&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful day, moonlit night&lt;br /&gt;Living life on a weeded high&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You suddenly break out,&lt;br /&gt;your voices fail&lt;br /&gt;Your senses kneel,&lt;br /&gt;the real you without no feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the real world through these eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Fading away into this illusion of lies&lt;br /&gt;The curtains fall, Truth belies&lt;br /&gt;Eclipsed by the change of timeless tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see everything is ,&lt;br /&gt;Maaya, bring down yourself to reality&lt;br /&gt;Nothing is real its just a facade to fool thee&lt;br /&gt;Maaya, dives deep into your dreams and takes you&lt;br /&gt;to a space, sublime in Eternity.&lt;br /&gt;It all ends up in Maaya.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live happy lives,  assume no bad blood&lt;br /&gt;Feel like we taken care of our dear ones,&lt;br /&gt;We got sainthood scrubbed on our face,&lt;br /&gt;We got a halo around our head with our inner grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But to err is humane, we are on a hunting spree&lt;br /&gt;Know not what nature has conspired for thee,&lt;br /&gt;Into the wilderness outta control,&lt;br /&gt;hollow in my head,  Iam now dying in disgrace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the real world through these eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Fading away into this illusion of lies&lt;br /&gt;The curtains fall, Truth belies&lt;br /&gt;Eclipsed by the change of timeless tides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see everything is ,&lt;br /&gt;Maaya,  realize its just a dream,&lt;br /&gt;Wake up and face the wrath of your ferocity&lt;br /&gt;Maaya its just an illusionary world,&lt;br /&gt;Where you're not yourself, but you belong to me.&lt;br /&gt;and I dont know who is me, maybe Iam Maaya.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we all play our part in this Maaya.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-7336084426250566424?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-8864444978166801806</id><published>2007-08-06T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T21:00:45.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Song I wrote against increasing &quot;Big Power&quot; domination and how they pay for what they started. This is also one of my first songs I am putting on this blog'/><title type='text'>Wardogs</title><content type='html'>Gathering the dust in your mind&lt;br /&gt;feeding yourself to the words from his side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through your head without any heed&lt;br /&gt;Its time you know where your march will lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear, so hear me out to those&lt;br /&gt;Those ghosts who go on to war&lt;br /&gt;To play their needless roles&lt;br /&gt;Break down the enemy walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The enemy is within, you cant get the man you want&lt;br /&gt;So you fire your guns on the oil fields, striking terror with war.&lt;br /&gt;Its just a show of your might, but the world awaits with fright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reign of the wargods.&lt;br /&gt;Its death call for the wardogs.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to strike back with more sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the dark now,&lt;br /&gt;No hiding from the onslaught&lt;br /&gt;Killing the wardog within.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years you built a pile of deadly arms&lt;br /&gt;Grew the seeds of nbc in haazardous plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sold them to the minnions in the guise of the cold war&lt;br /&gt;Helped them to create havoc without meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear, those bombs may win some wars&lt;br /&gt;But what goes always comes around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its time you payed back mankind&lt;br /&gt;Rebuild the world you scarred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop this world from burning in, cremate weapons not young coffins&lt;br /&gt;Before the dust will settle down, don't let the next gun fire its rounds.&lt;br /&gt;No more bloodshed you will ensue, give peace a chance to give its due.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you didn't hear me remember&lt;br /&gt;There will be no surrender&lt;br /&gt;The minnions will strike back with your sins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Running through the dark now,&lt;br /&gt;No hiding from the onslaught&lt;br /&gt;Killing your wardogs there will be no win.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-8864444978166801806?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8864444978166801806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=8864444978166801806' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/8864444978166801806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/8864444978166801806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2007/08/wardogs.html' title='Wardogs'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-3553424802512644274</id><published>2007-07-30T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-30T18:43:27.811-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='About mankind&apos;s run as if there was no tomorrow'/><title type='text'>On the Run</title><content type='html'>Money in good measure, still an uncalm displeasure&lt;br /&gt;No time for leisure, peace of mind an unknown treasure&lt;br /&gt;Faster than all hypersonic creations&lt;br /&gt;there goes gods creation or whoseevers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forced into meeting their ends, afraid of failure&lt;br /&gt;Free-will lost in the dark, running for someone elses pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for not a second to see why he cant slow down, there goes my dear friend,&lt;br /&gt;Mr Mankind wearing his daily frown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sights forgotten, voices lost in the crowd,&lt;br /&gt;Dont look outside, look inside and think aloud&lt;br /&gt;The earth aint end today, my brotherein, have a chat with me,&lt;br /&gt;Take a full turn and the tranquil self u will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I walking slow, Am I the only sane, Am I growing old,&lt;br /&gt;Is the world fading away, or is it me, will the truth unfold&lt;br /&gt;Should I carry on or join them, run and scream or stop and feel&lt;br /&gt;I guess there is peace where I am, so I go on with the tide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I wait for someone who thinks alike and then I will take my ride.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-3553424802512644274?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/3553424802512644274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=3553424802512644274' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/3553424802512644274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/3553424802512644274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2007/07/on-run.html' title='On the Run'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-5674938237399598569</id><published>2007-07-22T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T15:59:14.389-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Short imagination based in central park NY Autumn-2000'/><title type='text'>Autumns gone</title><content type='html'>Wake up now, the leaves are falling&lt;br /&gt;Autumns come, time to walk the trail&lt;br /&gt;The sunlight shimmering,bird wings flying&lt;br /&gt;Virgin colors of nature, blown through the wind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look through the window, search for my angel,&lt;br /&gt;waking within the wooded groves&lt;br /&gt;Fly out of the window and feel my reflection&lt;br /&gt;in the scenes down memory lane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember the time when she ran into my arms&lt;br /&gt;with the moon in her clasped hands, that night&lt;br /&gt;She never did say a word,&lt;br /&gt;But she knew I understood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days went by with locked lips and eternal passion,&lt;br /&gt;Breezy nights under the heavenly starlight&lt;br /&gt;Our hearts locked, souls transcend and become one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came the warm sultry summer and soon the freshness of spring&lt;br /&gt;Just when we thought our happiness knew no bounds&lt;br /&gt;Winter reckoned in and that snowy night,&lt;br /&gt;She slipped into the forest to pick my favorite wild flowers&lt;br /&gt;But walked straight into the den of waiting hounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just let her go away, she was taken by the woods&lt;br /&gt;so was my life and I never came back alive again.&lt;br /&gt;So many Autumns gone away since that fateful day&lt;br /&gt;But now I smile, I'll be back with her again tonite, as I die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-5674938237399598569?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/5674938237399598569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=5674938237399598569' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/5674938237399598569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/5674938237399598569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2007/07/autumns-gone.html' title='Autumns gone'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-359432468261269022</id><published>2007-07-22T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-22T00:16:52.130-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Optimistic change of a man stuck in a cold wintery night.. wrote it in NY on a snowy night in 2001'/><title type='text'>Crossed in the cold</title><content type='html'>Slides of nature beholding him dear&lt;br /&gt;The chills getting in him its somewhere near&lt;br /&gt;Sidewalks filled with snow but his heart is burning with  fear&lt;br /&gt;Feel like pushing away with thoughts unclear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed his heart life went on smooth&lt;br /&gt;Till the time came he got into love and never got out.&lt;br /&gt;The sane man loved all but spent with the shadow in wasted years&lt;br /&gt;Then came the blow and he was in tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed his soul the time has come for your life&lt;br /&gt;But this time around you are on your own you got to strive&lt;br /&gt;You will soon be the one who is your best friend&lt;br /&gt;Reach out into yourself there is lots to find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed his mind miles away now from the pain and sorrow&lt;br /&gt;Quenching his thirst from the sweat of his brow&lt;br /&gt;No more heat in his fiery rage&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes before the world sees the change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed his body the cold has got me&lt;br /&gt;The snow remains but I am still the same&lt;br /&gt;The depth of my heart bleeds but in pain not in shame&lt;br /&gt;The world ain't see a thing I ain't change&lt;br /&gt;Coz my faith keeps the cold away from me, The sane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Crossed my life I wanna go on, I need the truth and I will find it in me&lt;br /&gt;I have those who trust me others ain't real&lt;br /&gt;The miracle will happen to me and you will see&lt;br /&gt;The cold night leaving me, the bright day uncross for me to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-359432468261269022?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/359432468261269022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=359432468261269022' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/359432468261269022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/359432468261269022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2007/07/crossed-in-cold.html' title='Crossed in the cold'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-8482798517125991760</id><published>2007-07-22T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T16:23:18.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='one of my earliest poetry in love .. cant comprehend  writing with the same level of immaturity today :-)'/><title type='text'>Sweet Goodbye</title><content type='html'>My Heart comes alive and my soul starts to plucker&lt;br /&gt;the realm of my life sparks up and my eyes start to flutter&lt;br /&gt;When he flew across the bay to be with me&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the endless dreams drowning in the sea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the magic when he holds my hands&lt;br /&gt;and those sweet kisses put me into a heavenly trance&lt;br /&gt;Across the stream, he takes me to the hillock above&lt;br /&gt;all alone with him, I look into his eyes and I see love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I was, his angel just beside him&lt;br /&gt;what else could I ask for, I wished that the moment let be&lt;br /&gt;But as the sun set down in the horizon below&lt;br /&gt;I knew it will take us apart coz it was time for him to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart bled when he said goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I left his hands and he broke down and cried&lt;br /&gt;My beloved your love will never fade away&lt;br /&gt;though you might be gone without a say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coz I know for sure you gonna come back some day&lt;br /&gt;and for the rest of our lives together we gonna stay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5439851281247937278-8482798517125991760?l=proquiks-space.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/feeds/8482798517125991760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5439851281247937278&amp;postID=8482798517125991760' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/8482798517125991760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5439851281247937278/posts/default/8482798517125991760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proquiks-space.blogspot.com/2007/07/sweet-goodbye.html' title='Sweet Goodbye'/><author><name>proquik</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14214397086377767147</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5439851281247937278.post-252415678837775598</id><published>2007-07-21T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-21T16:31:09.473-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Not any more a dream :-) wrote this at a station near Mountain view CA 2004'/><title type='text'>Californian Dream</title><content type='html'>A childhood dream to travel&lt;br /&gt;to a place far away from home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures seen in the lot&lt;br /&gt;a thousand stories read.&lt;br /&gt;Long years later, here I am&lt;br /&gt;in natures reality show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Land of the gold rush,&lt;br /&gt;land of bridges and waterfronts&lt;br /&gt;where sunshine knows no bounds,&lt;br /&gt;and when it snows, its paradise found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mountains and hillocks&lt;br /&gt;a mix of green and brown,&lt;br /&gt;touching the heavenly blue&lt;br /&gt;amidst the white haze of clouds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up the canyons and&lt;br /&gt;down the shoreline,&lt;br /&gt;lie a maze of trails,&lt;br /&gt;a trekkers dream come true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down to the beaches and&lt;br /&gt;famed wharfs and boardwalks,&lt;br /&gt;The hot summer sand hits&lt;br /&gt;the cold pacific blue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Natures creation,&lt;br /&gt;beauty spellbound&lt;br /&gt;In timeless eternity,&lt;br /&gt;But now I am homeward bound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cherished moments,&lt;br /&gt;to take back with me&lt;br /&gt;This dream called California,&lt;br /&gt;is now a part of me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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