<?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-5805158503141015030</id><updated>2012-02-17T00:56:58.113+05:30</updated><category term='truth'/><category term='revolution'/><category term='poem'/><category term='apocalypse'/><category term='heartbreak'/><category term='love'/><category term='desire'/><category term='corny :P'/><category term='life'/><category term='death'/><title type='text'>Lifepsychle</title><subtitle type='html'>What if you got something that wasn't meant for you? Do you return it to its rightful owner or do you keep it because you want it so badly? I kept it. And the rest is history.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-3580464066568037522</id><published>2012-02-07T00:17:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2012-02-07T00:20:06.360+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The longing</title><summary type='text'>



You can leave this place for now,

But you're taking a bit of me with you,

I don't know if you know it yet

And I don't know if I want to take it back from you



Do you, inside your head,

Get this feeling too?

I know we're not supposed to feel this way

But then why do I long so much for you!



I hadn't felt this high for a while,

I don't know if it will ever work out right,

Why did it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/3580464066568037522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=3580464066568037522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/3580464066568037522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/3580464066568037522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2012/02/longing.html' title='The longing'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-2781996274554158175</id><published>2011-10-03T21:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-10-03T21:42:13.295+05:30</updated><title type='text'>To a flower</title><summary type='text'>You're yellow, you're blue,You're old, you're new,You're scared, you're bold,You're always warm, never cold
You're beautiful but there are lines,Hiding scars, of those times,When you battled the Sun and the rain,When your kin were plucked, caused you pain
But you smile, coz its a new dayAnd you have learned to make hayAs the morning breeze caresses you gentlyYou sway, mesmerizing, so deftly 
Like</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/2781996274554158175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=2781996274554158175&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2781996274554158175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2781996274554158175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2011/10/to-flower.html' title='To a flower'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-2766712867603052594</id><published>2011-04-21T11:24:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2011-04-21T11:26:03.671+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Of love, life and my little dog!</title><summary type='text'>Damp steam rises from my coffee,Clouds my glasses, makes me dreamy,Reminds me of my perfect life so clearly
Of the time when i first learned to walk,My playschool, that little girl in the cute frock,My cat, my frog and my little dog
Of my friends who made school so cool,My teachers, a few of whom thought I was a fool,Of my best friend, with whom I lost my cool
Of my buddies with whom I played all</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/2766712867603052594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=2766712867603052594&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2766712867603052594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2766712867603052594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2011/04/of-love-life-and-my-little-dog.html' title='Of love, life and my little dog!'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-6429361268338563416</id><published>2011-02-14T00:35:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-02-14T00:37:45.363+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I will remember you</title><summary type='text'>5 years later
Time goes by fast
Got my memories
and they will last
I try to keep it simple
cause I hate goodbyes
And I try to keep it simple
by telling myself that

I, I Will remember you
and all of the things
that we've gone through
There is so much I can say
but words get in the way
So we're not together
I will remember you

We're a picture
In my mind
When I wanna find you
I just close my eyes
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/6429361268338563416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=6429361268338563416&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/6429361268338563416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/6429361268338563416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-will-remember-you.html' title='I will remember you'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-1945986599381053528</id><published>2011-01-15T23:53:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-01-15T23:54:11.268+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Reboot/Requiem</title><summary type='text'>I observe a thousand bodies everyday,And a few souls too,Wandering, going where life takes them,Wondering, if they'll be happy too.
What came to them easily once,Has been destroyed by their troubles,There are answers to be given, mouths to be fed,Their joy lies shattered somewhere in the rubble.
Why do they meet single-serving demons?Who feed on their heart, and leave them with no choice.But to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/1945986599381053528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=1945986599381053528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1945986599381053528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1945986599381053528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2011/01/rebootrequiem.html' title='Reboot/Requiem'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-4443576999364911984</id><published>2010-12-14T00:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-12-14T00:09:38.141+05:30</updated><title type='text'>I am Jack's flawed poetry</title><summary type='text'>I am Jack's broken backBroken from lifting the weight of the world,From making others troubles mine,Right from the time my fingers were curled
I am Jack's raised brows,Raised from the skepticism towards all around me,Raised from the trust no one could gain,Right since when I could first see
I am Jack's seething anger,Seething from the love I never got back,from the love they never deserved,Right </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/4443576999364911984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=4443576999364911984&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/4443576999364911984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/4443576999364911984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-am-jacks-flawed-poetry.html' title='I am Jack&apos;s flawed poetry'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-3786876879396036885</id><published>2010-11-23T23:41:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-23T23:42:17.084+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='corny :P'/><title type='text'>Something About You</title><summary type='text'>I know we have only met,But you feel it too, right?Like this was meant to be, like it was set.And this is exactly where we should be, its just right!
I know you think we're going too fast,But when we're together, isnt it just great?Like nothing could spoil it, not even the past,We're here now, and its ours to take.
I know you think I'm a little crazy,To fall like that, but isn't it fun?To forget </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/3786876879396036885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=3786876879396036885&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/3786876879396036885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/3786876879396036885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/11/something-about-you.html' title='Something About You'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-8329482279735147948</id><published>2010-11-10T19:35:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-11-10T19:35:28.012+05:30</updated><title type='text'>What Dreams May Come</title><summary type='text'>The stars make gentle twinkling sounds,The guys want to have a couple of  more rounds,Have had enough for tonight, am drowned,But will wait for my glass, still have to be found
Am driven home, like a helpless dog,The house is all sand and fog,Or so it seems to the inebriated mindA smile breaks out coz I don't mind
Curl up in my bed like i was 6 years oldWhen stars were brighter, and stories were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/8329482279735147948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=8329482279735147948&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/8329482279735147948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/8329482279735147948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/11/what-dreams-may-come.html' title='What Dreams May Come'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-5079438121786350082</id><published>2010-08-15T04:24:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-08-15T04:24:21.923+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Tantalus</title><summary type='text'>With a mind as fickle as rain,
With a crazy heart for a brain,
I always thought I wanted new,
Never noticing, who I lost, I'm left with so few

Since long, I have craved movement and flight,
Thought I would go from darkness to light,
Hoped to find many new colors, new words,
Wished to travel to a thousand new worlds.

So I journeyed across hills and mountains,
And bathed in numerous rivers and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/5079438121786350082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=5079438121786350082&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/5079438121786350082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/5079438121786350082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/08/tantalus.html' title='Tantalus'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-4188140201335640504</id><published>2010-07-05T02:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-05T02:22:01.160+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace</title><summary type='text'>EchoesThe lone child is lost in the woods,He calls out to his mother but all he hears is echoesHe is scared, He is hungry and he is thirstyAnd his mother's face is the only thing he knows 
SilenceA little distance away, the Creature takes noticeEver so silently, she studies the little boy, has him in her sights,She inches closer, moving closer to the kill,There are children to be fed, and they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/4188140201335640504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=4188140201335640504&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/4188140201335640504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/4188140201335640504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/07/echoes-silence-patience-and-grace.html' title='Echoes, Silence, Patience and Grace'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-2545041824196555543</id><published>2010-06-22T23:36:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-06-27T12:54:33.922+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Rain</title><summary type='text'>Softly humming that sweet seventy's song,
The doe-eyed girl walks alone all along,
Looking for company, on the narrow lane
She finds solace, she finds happiness in the pouring rain.

Her hair is dark, and thick and long,
She smiles all the time, as if nothing's wrong,
She finds new friends to keep herself sane,
But today she feels different, maybe there's some vodka and tonic in the rain.

She </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/2545041824196555543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=2545041824196555543&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2545041824196555543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2545041824196555543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/06/rain.html' title='Rain'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-4094888456252721978</id><published>2010-05-22T01:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-22T01:00:54.760+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Epilogue - She And The Seeker Of Fortune</title><summary type='text'>The seeker returned, on a rainy September evening, 
He was gone many months, to satiate his yearning,
But he had found his light, and his trove of fortune
But he knew not, what he'd lost, a truth from which there was no running.

He tore apart the village looking for signs
Of his beloved, and all he found were a few lines
That she wrote before she left for all time,
And it was then that he knew, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/4094888456252721978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=4094888456252721978&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/4094888456252721978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/4094888456252721978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/05/epilogue-she-and-seeker-of-fortune.html' title='Epilogue - She And The Seeker Of Fortune'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-5083117742412818237</id><published>2010-05-16T14:02:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-05-16T14:07:12.818+05:30</updated><title type='text'>She and the Seeker of Fortune</title><summary type='text'>He sits atop a hill, weary and broken,
His patience is thinning, his will is shaken,
But his greed is too great, his need is too big,
He reminds himself and his body is awoken

He makes his way through the forest with his mace,
He thinks about his mate, and it brings a smile on his face,
Things will be better when he brings back eternal glory,
They shall live in riches together, there will be no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/5083117742412818237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=5083117742412818237&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/5083117742412818237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/5083117742412818237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/05/she-and-seeker-of-fortune.html' title='She and the Seeker of Fortune'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-3875065069707782114</id><published>2010-04-12T21:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:46:23.394+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Night Rider</title><summary type='text'>
The Sun is away, the moon is gone,
Out on the road, i'm the only one
I'm driving my car at a 100 miles an hour
I kill the light, because my mind doesn't scar

There are many twists and turns along the way,
Without a helmet or pads, I'm driving away
The wind whispers something in my ears,
"Let go of your baggage, and all your fears"

So i let go of the steering, fate shall have its way,
Life's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/3875065069707782114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=3875065069707782114&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/3875065069707782114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/3875065069707782114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/04/night-rider.html' title='Night Rider'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-7984749204591439897</id><published>2010-04-02T02:29:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-04-02T02:32:58.131+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Habit</title><summary type='text'>There are times whem Im not one with the world,
There are days when I'm not who I am,
I feel blue, my record's broken, my peace is rare
And there is a room where I belong, and I'm not there.

I have been sitting on the fence for years now,
And I have understood that habits change
And no, that does not apply to me, because I'm different
Because I refuse to grow out of yesterday, because I hate my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/7984749204591439897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=7984749204591439897&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/7984749204591439897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/7984749204591439897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/04/habit.html' title='Habit'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-1639687817017618974</id><published>2010-03-02T00:12:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-02T00:44:13.917+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A momentary lapse of reason</title><summary type='text'>I can't find my way homeThe needle of my compass spins round and roundI hold it in my hand, hoping for it to settle,But my world has changed, there's little light and sound.Life's just a blur, and I can't seem to focusMy shutter's too slow, every second seems so long,And i'm just living it out without a purpose,Turning my agony into words, into a song.This is all my doingAnd I wish it were a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/1639687817017618974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=1639687817017618974&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1639687817017618974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1639687817017618974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/03/momentary-lapse-of-reason.html' title='A momentary lapse of reason'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/S4wR60OEIMI/AAAAAAAAAJo/qYy9RRkENeI/s72-c/momentary+lapse+of+reason.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-1231968462495217284</id><published>2010-02-19T02:01:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-27T22:24:30.549+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Discovery</title><summary type='text'>You may look different,But you have the same sparkling eyes,You may not quite know each other,I guess this is another conspiracy of the skies!Form Aerosmith to John Mayer,You groove to the same tunes,Whether its the OC or Gilmore Girls,The same show's on in your rooms!You wear the same cologne,You have the same hair,You have the same smile,All this is so unfair!I guess this is what they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/1231968462495217284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=1231968462495217284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1231968462495217284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1231968462495217284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/02/discovery.html' title='The Discovery'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-6230923529425996918</id><published>2010-02-07T12:43:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-07T14:04:36.333+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Flashback to that Mad Season</title><summary type='text'>I vividly remember that spring,When you and I first had that thingFor each other and everything around us,Seemed happy and ready to sing.Chatting soundlessly on those long walks,That playful fighting, throwing rocksAt each other, charting out the future,Our future, in all those talks.You took me to places I had never known,When not together, being glued to the phone,I could feel your heartbeat </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/6230923529425996918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=6230923529425996918&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/6230923529425996918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/6230923529425996918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/02/flashback-to-that-mad-season.html' title='Flashback to that Mad Season'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-2793816367322021484</id><published>2010-02-01T01:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-01T01:43:02.364+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Undead Existence</title><summary type='text'>Im free and I wonder what went wrongwhere, how and why did it take so long?For me to understand the universal song"the world's always right and you are always wrong"Im twenty five and Im only thinkingMy life's over, but how are other's doing?They're all in their cages, leashed and praying"Make this fast, this is much too excruciating!"It's been twenty years on this planetAnd more dying, felt I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/2793816367322021484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=2793816367322021484&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2793816367322021484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2793816367322021484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/02/undead-existence.html' title='Undead Existence'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-8570101728669988082</id><published>2010-02-01T00:03:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2010-02-01T00:04:52.782+05:30</updated><title type='text'>The Violet Sky</title><summary type='text'>The heavens turn a deep violet,Showing us for the last time, the color of His robeThe earth below, cracks apartAll is lost, nothing's left of this globeIt happened when the seas were still blue,But there were no fish coz we killed them allWe grew mean, greedy, selfish and small,So He threw us over where nothing could break our fallWe painted our own skies so black,The brotherhood was lost and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/8570101728669988082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=8570101728669988082&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/8570101728669988082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/8570101728669988082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/02/violet-sky.html' title='The Violet Sky'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-5908856324350739272</id><published>2010-01-01T11:26:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2010-01-01T12:10:11.912+05:30</updated><title type='text'>So Jealous</title><summary type='text'>How long is it going to beBefore I can be like youAlways seems to meThat you're doing just fineI am so jealousOf all you peopleHow can you break into a smilewithout even thinking about anything?What fuels the engine of your warmth?I so badly want to be thereBe in a place where I am happyBecause I just don't feel that emotion anymoreIts like waking up in the middle of an endless nightWhere is my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/5908856324350739272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=5908856324350739272&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/5908856324350739272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/5908856324350739272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-jealous.html' title='So Jealous'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-1823313761670883245</id><published>2009-12-16T02:23:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-12-16T02:35:21.885+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Swansong?</title><summary type='text'>I'm hiding from the SunBut there's no where to runI can't block it outEven if i let my blood spoutOh please let me outLet go of your cloutYou know this can't go onI'm tired, I'm forlornAnd this just gets worseIt's unbearable, this curseLet me go now, you have had your funJust let me rest, please tell me you're doneI want to meet youAsk you what I ever did that was wrongEmbrace me, o'lordEmbrace </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/1823313761670883245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=1823313761670883245&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1823313761670883245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1823313761670883245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2009/12/swansong.html' title='Swansong?'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-4326887900244461213</id><published>2009-11-23T21:26:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:36:39.628+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Another obituary</title><summary type='text'>Did I think leaving this behindwould be so simple?Even if my mind's eye went blindHow did I think this was gonna be so simple?Did I think timewill make everything alright?Even if I found what was mine,Could things have gone back to all right?Another day has gone by,Did i think the bitterness would have died?I always forget, it is me to whom I lie,How did I think I could break in from so far </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/4326887900244461213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=4326887900244461213&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/4326887900244461213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/4326887900244461213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2009/11/another-obituary.html' title='Another obituary'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-1379176738065695334</id><published>2009-10-11T00:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-10-11T01:23:03.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>My Life : Chapter III</title><summary type='text'>Feel like floating, just floating,Go up and away,To a place where no one can touch meTo a place where no one can hear meFeel like screaming, just screaming,So loud and clear,So that everyone can hear me,So that everyone can fear meFeel like walking, just walking,Into the sunset,And leave all my baggage behind,And leave all my thoughts behindFeel like waking, just wakingIn a new Sun,And learn to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/1379176738065695334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=1379176738065695334&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1379176738065695334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1379176738065695334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-life-chapter-iii.html' title='My Life : Chapter III'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-9112182480229429610</id><published>2009-09-17T11:59:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T12:15:23.599+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Starcrossed</title><summary type='text'>It's dark and scary in these mazes,Of incomprehensible circles of thought,Are these my own ideas?Or have you really been through these phasesPhases that leave me high and dry,It makes me question my actions of yore,Oh how I lost everything to it,Can't redeem myself now, so I cryCry i do, and also I ponder,Over destiny and how it takes its course,How sometimes you can just lose controlAnd stay in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/9112182480229429610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=9112182480229429610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/9112182480229429610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/9112182480229429610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2009/09/starcrossed.html' title='Starcrossed'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-1160001298081605438</id><published>2009-09-15T22:19:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-15T22:41:14.401+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Second Best</title><summary type='text'>In a far away and distant land,I pack my bags, for I have to go homeI tell myself, yes maybe I canFind you, and no longer be so loneSo, trembling, I arrive at your door,You're radiant as ever, Blinding me outYou talk, I listen, My heart begins to soar,But you're different, slowly you let it outYou miss someone, but that ain't meYou're thinking about him, all the timeJust when I thought," again, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/1160001298081605438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=1160001298081605438&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1160001298081605438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/1160001298081605438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2009/09/second-best.html' title='Second Best'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-2113397349220736236</id><published>2009-08-14T20:08:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-14T20:42:08.150+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All for the want of that one moment</title><summary type='text'>Ah the city, it's the life you have always wantedWith the never ending joy and merrimentThe lights, they shimmer, over souls so emptyAnd the people, who live just for the momentI have been there too, longer than youAnd I have seen it all, in stupefied wondermentThe happiness in those hollow facesThey don't care, it's all for that one momentThe ecstasy, the high, is too goodTo reminisce about that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/2113397349220736236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=2113397349220736236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2113397349220736236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2113397349220736236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2009/08/all-for-want-of-that-one-moment.html' title='All for the want of that one moment'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-2209334432618591085</id><published>2009-04-19T08:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:07:20.383+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heartbreak'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='truth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>Falling</title><summary type='text'>I stood there, with glorious dreams in my eyes,Ignorant, aloof from this world full of lies,I stood there, not knowing where to go,And then,I found myself looking straight at you.You stood there, like the source of all light,I buckled, I was drawn, it was a feeling I couldn't fight,I was falling, falling like never before,I was losing myself, little by little, more and more.I felt the light draw </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/2209334432618591085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=2209334432618591085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2209334432618591085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/2209334432618591085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2009/04/falling.html' title='Falling'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-3413306827451807782</id><published>2009-02-11T23:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-12T01:39:45.813+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apocalypse'/><title type='text'>Midnight</title><summary type='text'>It is midnight and it is coldand there's nobody standing on the unfinished roadThe air is heavy, the bells have tolledOh how could we have let this horror unfold?The streets are weeping, there are tears of bloodFor all the men and women, who were swept in the flood.They were merely trying to rebuild the world,Trying to keep the Jolly Roger from being unfurledThere were a few men, better than the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/3413306827451807782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=3413306827451807782&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/3413306827451807782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/3413306827451807782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2009/02/midnight.html' title='Midnight'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5805158503141015030.post-8749846489722194683</id><published>2009-02-07T20:59:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2010-03-02T01:59:00.059+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='revolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='desire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><title type='text'>Ignition Switch</title><summary type='text'>This life is too short
And there are too many rules
And we love to surrender
And bend over like fools

We never ask the Lord
If we can pick and choose
No, we'll just go under
'Who cares if i  lose?!'

So i just won't shout
As There is nothing to gain
I'm scared, I'm sick
I'll happily go through the pain

What did He want you to do?
What is your claim?
You are ridden with guilt
You don't even </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/feeds/8749846489722194683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5805158503141015030&amp;postID=8749846489722194683&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/8749846489722194683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5805158503141015030/posts/default/8749846489722194683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lifepsychle.blogspot.com/2009/02/this-life-is-too-short-and-there-are.html' title='Ignition Switch'/><author><name>Sumeet Saurabh</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00853970067924474796</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='18' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mAWZDiMTxLs/TQZiIQqVboI/AAAAAAAAAwM/CGSc_kF4W6c/S220/30%2Bseconds%2Bto%2Bmars_%2Ba%2Bbeautiful%2Blie.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
