<?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-3033930383216221189</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:00:35.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen to ur heart!</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mridul Trehan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188687201911813278</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>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033930383216221189.post-3479528111808503406</id><published>2011-06-05T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T14:48:33.955-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you know that you are in love?? (Only for men!)</title><content type='html'>Wo 0! Tricky Question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not for all of course, for many it may be as easy as 'of course I know'. But there are poor fellows with higher vocabulary who confuse attraction with infatuation with liking with lust with raw passion with love or (my fav.) that strange feeling which they cant understand .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;My friend asked me same question few days back, I liked my answer so much that I decided to put it on net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It will require little visulization on your part. Or in simple words, you need to daydream, but on my suggestions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Imagine you are in Mountains, in a weather that has put your good emotions on steroids. A weather that make you forget all your worries, make you feel happy for no reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;However you are not driving alone, your 'Girl' in question is sitting at back with two more friends both male. To make matters worse, the guy siting next to him is the guy you always suspected to do anything to get close to her. And the guy sitting at other end of the car is Tushar Kapoor. I mean only thing funny about him is that he does not resemble his father. Now if you are thinking if 'she' is your girl why is she not sitting next to you, in front. Well that is because you spilled two beer bottles on that seat during your advaterous last nite. Not realistic? I am sorry I am short of time, and could not come with anything better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Few miles have gone by, sun has come out and things are not looking as exciting as before. And everyone at back is feeling sleepy. 'Your' girl if I may call her is really sleepy by now, and is leaning on 'that jerk'. She is looking very beautiful though. Her head is on his shoulders and some of her hair are covering her face and some are touching his lips, that lucky b@#$@%. Even though unintentionally, they &lt;u&gt;are&lt;/u&gt; looking like a 'couple'. In this situation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;1. If it does not bother you and you are completely focused on road, because you dont want to meet an accident. You are not in love! She is not for you and wait for the girl who is more important for you than the road. A girl you want to see even when you are counting your last breaths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. If you cant take your eyes off her and its not the face you are looking at. Also you are thinking about all dirty possibilities if only you were at that 'Jerk's' place. Do I need to say its lust. Either you start appericiating curves of her eyelids, nostrils, cheeks, ears as much as you appericiate curves of rest of her body or if you cant do that, tell that 'Jerk' you have drived for long and its time for him to control the wheels.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. If looking at them makes your blood boil and your thoughts all of sudden have more impolite words than polite ones. Also if now you are keeping a close look at her and whenever she gets too close to him, you intentionally drive roughly to wake dem up so that she gets back to herself. And when they complain, you reply in a tone you will use if some one insulted you in public. You are Jealous, and jealousy only comes for people that are important to you, more important than the regular human being you interact on daily basis. However Jealousy is not an indicator of love, it is an indicator of attraction, infatualtion, liking. It doesnt mean, it can not develop to love, in fact you can be in love after you have been in any of the above situation, it just means you are not dere yet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Now if you see her and you fall in love once again, if you love the peace on her face while she sleeps, if your eyes get glued to her hair flying because of air coming in the window. And the only reason you are looking at road is because you dont want anything to disturb her sleep. You drive so carefully as if purpose of your life is to take her to destination without waking her up. And amazingly all that time you did not even noticed that Jerk sitting along. &lt;u&gt;Boy!! You are in LOVE.&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And boy are you luky, because I dont think even 5% of people are genuinely in love. They are in relationship but not in love. Cherish that love.. Feeling of being so much in love that no other emotion like lust, jealousy exist for you is divine.. Attain it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing, if 'your' girl, even while  in sleep hugs the arm of that 'jerk', time to reconsider your choice :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let me know with your comments if you liked my article. This is my first attempt at article writing after many years. Feedback -ve or +ve is much appericiated..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033930383216221189-3479528111808503406?l=mridultrehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/feeds/3479528111808503406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033930383216221189&amp;postID=3479528111808503406' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/3479528111808503406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/3479528111808503406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/2011/06/how-do-you-know-that-you-are-in-love.html' title='How do you know that you are in love?? (Only for men!)'/><author><name>Mridul Trehan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188687201911813278</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033930383216221189.post-6198710076400707459</id><published>2010-01-16T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T16:27:42.062-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A sincere appology..</title><content type='html'>I know, I am difficult to be loved,&lt;br /&gt;And I know, you are making an effort.&lt;br /&gt;I also know, dat you expect more from me,&lt;br /&gt;and dat I dissappoint you many a times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is one thing I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;That this heart only beats for you.&lt;br /&gt;That it wants to take away all your sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;and give you every happiness of this world,&lt;br /&gt;and more..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your are the one who filled it with love,&lt;br /&gt;and dat its not air but your smile that makes it beat..&lt;br /&gt;and dat widout you the only feeling I have&lt;br /&gt;is of pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so just like always,&lt;br /&gt;please forgive it for not understanding,&lt;br /&gt;for not knowing when it hurts u..&lt;br /&gt;know that its trying, trying to become a reason for your smile&lt;br /&gt;a reason to be with you..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033930383216221189-6198710076400707459?l=mridultrehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/feeds/6198710076400707459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033930383216221189&amp;postID=6198710076400707459' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/6198710076400707459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/6198710076400707459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/2010/01/sincere-appology.html' title='A sincere appology..'/><author><name>Mridul Trehan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188687201911813278</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033930383216221189.post-4516897557299088596</id><published>2010-01-16T21:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:14:17.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bas Yatra..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;This one has been one of my fav and popular poem in Punjabi..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;It only accommodates my Punjabi understanding friends.. This poem is about a bus journey from Jalandhar to Chandigarh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the first one to board the bus and then enters most pretty lady I have ever seen.. Correction, 2nd most pretty lady I have ever seen.. what happens next is written here..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**********************************************************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh kudi taan badi sohni si, oh sohni si man mohani,&lt;br /&gt;taan dekh ke usnu dil vich saade, aape kud kud hini si..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh tur ke mere kol aayi, te naal di seat te beh gayi,&lt;br /&gt;mainu taan aidaan japya, aande I love u keh gayi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh thoda mere nede aayi, kehandi tuhanu kujh kehna wai,&lt;br /&gt;tusi pichli seat te beh jaoge, aithe mere husband ne behna wai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh dil di jehdi kud kud si, dhid dee gud gud vich badal gayi..&lt;br /&gt;iston pehlan kujh hor hove, main apni seat hi badal layi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waise dekhan nu wi maadi si, te kad wi wadu lamba si,&lt;br /&gt;jadon khad di si.. ainj lagda si, jiwein bikjli da koi khamba si..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apni kismat te hasda si, ki hassi meri khad gayi,&lt;br /&gt;Jad vekhya ke bus vich saade, ik hor haseena vad gayi...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;baki saariyaan seataan bhariyan san, bas mere naal di khaali si..&lt;br /&gt;Eh dekh ke dil mera nachan lagga, oh aithe hi baithan wali si..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;main joke chutkale kasada rahya, oh chutkalyaan te hasdi rahi..&lt;br /&gt;Hasde Hasde, holi holi, oh dil vich mere basdi rahi..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ohne bade pyaar nal mainu kahya, tusi bade hi change lagde ho..&lt;br /&gt;jadon hasde ho us velle taan, tusi wade veer waangu lagde ho..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Main mud ke fer na has sakya, na joke chutkale kas sakya,&lt;br /&gt;oh puchdi rahi ki ki hoya, main ki hoya na das sakya..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ki hoya tenu ki dasiye, tu appe mitti kar ti hai,&lt;br /&gt;main karwachoth da sochaya si, tu rakhadi agge dharti hai..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ki hoya je nak chotta si, par dand taan chaangey wade san,&lt;br /&gt;ohnaan dandaan vich wi taan rab ne, gap taan change chadde san..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;par ik gal taan pakki hai, eh safar na kaade bhul pawanga,&lt;br /&gt;hun chandigarh vich ki hoya, eh agli waar sunawanga..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033930383216221189-4516897557299088596?l=mridultrehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/feeds/4516897557299088596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033930383216221189&amp;postID=4516897557299088596' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/4516897557299088596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/4516897557299088596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/2010/01/bas-yatra.html' title='Bas Yatra..'/><author><name>Mridul Trehan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188687201911813278</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-3033930383216221189.post-1063260621767727198</id><published>2009-11-23T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T22:19:09.635-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You are what you are, my world, my everything!</title><content type='html'>You are the reason I am so happy,&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I am still a child.&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I jump in shower,&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I get tickled all inside..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I always smile,&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason for this wonderful mood.&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I love to sing,&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I love my food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I hug my pillow,&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason I love my phone.&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason for that crazy dance,&lt;br /&gt;that I do when I am all alone..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the one I was looking for,&lt;br /&gt;when I wanted someone by my side.&lt;br /&gt;You are the one, I want to cuddle,&lt;br /&gt;on every lovely and lonely night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the reason for that morning prayer,&lt;br /&gt;that I do, just to be close to you.&lt;br /&gt;I swear to god, its not a crush,&lt;br /&gt;My love, I am in love with you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033930383216221189-1063260621767727198?l=mridultrehan.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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033930383216221189.post-5777074208312969043</id><published>2009-04-02T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:34:04.227-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A begining or an end</title><content type='html'>You asked me to never stop smiling..&lt;br /&gt;and told me to be happy..&lt;br /&gt;if only you knew..&lt;br /&gt;You were my happy ending..&lt;br /&gt;and behind my ever smiling face..&lt;br /&gt;my heart will never stop crying..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You asked me to look around..&lt;br /&gt;and that I will find someone better..&lt;br /&gt;if only you knew..&lt;br /&gt;that I cant see where I am looking&lt;br /&gt;from my tear filled eyes..&lt;br /&gt;and if at all I am able to see..&lt;br /&gt;all I see is you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once again you have been unfair,&lt;br /&gt;once again I am going to listen to you..&lt;br /&gt;but may be for the last time..&lt;br /&gt;So just to let you know..&lt;br /&gt;with a crying heart and fake smile,&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033930383216221189-5777074208312969043?l=mridultrehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/feeds/5777074208312969043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033930383216221189&amp;postID=5777074208312969043' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/5777074208312969043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/5777074208312969043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/2009/04/you-asked-me-to-never-stop-smiling.html' title='A begining or an end'/><author><name>Mridul Trehan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188687201911813278</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033930383216221189.post-2605748332384563205</id><published>2009-03-31T00:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T16:07:40.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Quotes (Picked from Internet)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;1&lt;/em&gt;) I love you not only for who you are, but for who I am when I am with you! (My Fav..) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;2) I don't fear insects or spiders. At great heights, I jump off, smiling. In the face of death I wink. But, when I look into your eyes, I'm in fear of how much I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;3) I love you without reason and that is reason enough. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;4) I love you not because it is right, but because I love you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;5) You hurt me more than I deserve, how can you be so cruel? I love you more than you deserve, why am I such a fool? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;6) Can't say how I feel, can't tell if my heart would heal, but I always knew from the start, I never really had your heart. So leave me now before I cry. The pain's too much to say goodbye. But always remember in each tear I shed, is an 'I love you' left unsaid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;7) Going back with you may be hard, but going forward without you is impossible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;8) Wait!' That's what I said before you went away. Wait, that's what I'm doin' until today. Wait forever I guess I will, I just wish I could have told you, Wait! I love you still....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;9) Seduce my mind and you can have my body, but find my soul and I'm yours forever (Contributed By Luciana (Girl with the sweetest smile in the world!))&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=47279602"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Community.aspx?cmm=47279602&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033930383216221189-2605748332384563205?l=mridultrehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/feeds/2605748332384563205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033930383216221189&amp;postID=2605748332384563205' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/2605748332384563205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/2605748332384563205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/2009/03/love-quotes-picked-from-internet.html' title='Love Quotes (Picked from Internet)'/><author><name>Mridul Trehan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188687201911813278</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033930383216221189.post-5806194346287416995</id><published>2009-03-23T12:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T20:00:57.864-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopelessly in love!</title><content type='html'>I know you never loved me..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you never tried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you never felt the pain..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you never cried..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thats not going to change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;My love,&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; my love for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll wait for the day you give up..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and say I love you toooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhhhh thats so unlike me.. but cant help..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033930383216221189-5806194346287416995?l=mridultrehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/feeds/5806194346287416995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033930383216221189&amp;postID=5806194346287416995' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/5806194346287416995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/5806194346287416995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-know-you-never-loved-me.html' title='Hopelessly in love!'/><author><name>Mridul Trehan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188687201911813278</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-3033930383216221189.post-1305118536741834961</id><published>2009-03-15T00:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:22:28.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>May I propose!</title><content type='html'>For someone I wake up and pray in the morning..&lt;br /&gt;For someone I sleep and dream in the night..&lt;br /&gt;There is someone whose smile gives me happiness..&lt;br /&gt;There is someone whose happiness gives me delight..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That someone is now Special one for me..&lt;br /&gt;That someone..special one..that someone is you..&lt;br /&gt;These lines are not stolen from anywhere..&lt;br /&gt;These lines are written and meant for you..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033930383216221189-1305118536741834961?l=mridultrehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/feeds/1305118536741834961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033930383216221189&amp;postID=1305118536741834961' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/1305118536741834961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/1305118536741834961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/2009/03/may-i-propose_15.html' title='May I propose!'/><author><name>Mridul Trehan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188687201911813278</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>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3033930383216221189.post-3785698995138687973</id><published>2008-12-29T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:11:53.394-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cant you see I am happy now?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I always prayed to see love in her eyes..&lt;br /&gt;and when I saw, it was for someone else..&lt;br /&gt;My wish was granted.. then why I was not happy?&lt;br /&gt;may be my love was selfish, may be it was not love at all&lt;br /&gt;and then i saw a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;a smile dat resembled mine, when I see her..&lt;br /&gt;and all of a sudden I was no longer sad..&lt;br /&gt;cant you see I am happy now??? &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then you came to my life,&lt;br /&gt;who was always dere wid me..&lt;br /&gt;whom I never noticed, till..&lt;br /&gt;I neeeded a shoulder to cry..&lt;br /&gt;and you offered me yours..&lt;br /&gt;I looked into your eyes..&lt;br /&gt;and found the love I was always looking for,&lt;br /&gt;I saw you worried..&lt;br /&gt;and a smile came on my face..&lt;br /&gt;d same familiar smile..&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see I am happy now??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today its been 25 years..&lt;br /&gt;once again its 14th july&lt;br /&gt;you are happily married..&lt;br /&gt;My childeren are grown up now..&lt;br /&gt;old enough to leave there old man..&lt;br /&gt;in a old age home..&lt;br /&gt;Once again, I am all alone..&lt;br /&gt;once again.. I need a shoulder..&lt;br /&gt;I wish you appear again..&lt;br /&gt;and you do..&lt;br /&gt;this time in my thoughts..&lt;br /&gt;as beautiful as ever..&lt;br /&gt;and I am smiling again..&lt;br /&gt;Cant you see I am happy now??&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033930383216221189-3785698995138687973?l=mridultrehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/feeds/3785698995138687973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033930383216221189&amp;postID=3785698995138687973' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/3785698995138687973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/3785698995138687973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/2008/12/cant-you-see-i-am-happy-now.html' title='Cant you see I am happy now?'/><author><name>Mridul Trehan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188687201911813278</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-3033930383216221189.post-8252959204932255105</id><published>2007-01-23T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T15:18:57.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Came In My Dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I wrote this poem when I was in class VIII. My second english poem...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never met her in reality,&lt;br /&gt;but she came in my dream last night.&lt;br /&gt;She looked like a fairy without wings,&lt;br /&gt;or a beautiful charming snow-white.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was white as is moonlight,&lt;br /&gt;and her cheeks were red as rose.&lt;br /&gt;Her face was like those of angels,&lt;br /&gt;or might be even better than those.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled as no-one ever smiled,&lt;br /&gt;for that smile i could pay any price.&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes were just like twinkling stars,&lt;br /&gt;which don't need any trick to hypnotise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was beautiful from head to toe,&lt;br /&gt;and truly was a master-piece of GOD.&lt;br /&gt;I can bet for her sake even 'ROMEO',&lt;br /&gt;might have killed 'JULLIET' with his sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3033930383216221189-8252959204932255105?l=mridultrehan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/feeds/8252959204932255105/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3033930383216221189&amp;postID=8252959204932255105' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/8252959204932255105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3033930383216221189/posts/default/8252959204932255105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mridultrehan.blogspot.com/2007/01/she-came-in-my-dream.html' title='She Came In My Dream'/><author><name>Mridul Trehan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09188687201911813278</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>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
