<?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-13891996</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:53:29.939-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Poemas by El Alquimista</title><subtitle type='html'>I like the sound of that - Mi Poemas - translated from Spanish it means My Poems. Though none of my poems will be in spanish, yet the feeling of a spanish name is heartwarming. 
&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt; Please go ahead read and comment on my poems.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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>99</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13891996.post-115936798786229139</id><published>2006-09-27T07:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T23:39:24.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;They didn’t learn &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When they had to &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I didn’t teach &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Though I could do&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;
I see them struggle
Yet do not help
They have to learn
So they don’t yelp

Baseless excuses
They’ll never learn
Without knowledge
Anonymously they’d burn

Seeking knowledge
Unless for a cause
Cannot be free
Did I say it was

I know I would
Eventually do share
Ungrateful they are
Stripped my mind bare

I didn’t learn
When I had to
They did teach
Asked me to go
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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-115936798786229139?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/115936798786229139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=115936798786229139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/115936798786229139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/115936798786229139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2006/09/learn.html' title='Learn'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-113802083094235422</id><published>2006-01-23T04:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:11.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged and Tangled</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Star gazing by the sea
While splashing at the water
Sitting all by myself
With memories of being beside her

Awed by the splendor
Of the tantalizing deep blue sky
The night sky all magnificently lit
As a random shooting star streaks by

The sound of the wind rustled leaves
The rocks meet the cacophonic waves as they come by
Together they hum a somber tune
Of soulful mutterings as I lie

The full moon it lights up the sand
With a precision that’s robot like
Me and my loneliness
Find companions who are a lot alike

Walking on the moonlit sands
Picking up seaweeds that look like grapes
While the crustaceans scamper back into their homes
On the backdrop of the moon’s reflection that the sea it apes

The whole ambience like a visual blow job
Fills my being with a multitude of pleasures
Thanking the power above
For these moments that’ll be unforgettable treasures

This Tag has been done
From the words that were sieved
This creative mix of words
Into a poem has been weaved  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-113802083094235422?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/113802083094235422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=113802083094235422' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/113802083094235422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/113802083094235422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2006/01/tagged-and-tangled.html' title='Tagged and Tangled'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091830490534237</id><published>2002-12-22T22:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:04.378-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crosses</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crosses you have to carry
The day your body and soul marry
Share your love you may
Crosses you just can't keep away

Fools never heaven's path gained
Brethren of hate in hell remained
Temptation and sin a vicious circle this
Once in it life's gone amiss

Crosses from four generations
Through life's ten thousand and one stations
No respite from manna heavenly
In times like this you know you're lonely

Your soul cries in Moorish unison
This pain in life without any reason
With a cry you're born, amidst cries you go
This earthly life one day you'll forego

Your crosses will your soul carry
To a new body it'll marry
In endless lifecycles will it journey
Till the universal voice says "come to me"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091830490534237?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091830490534237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091830490534237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091830490534237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091830490534237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2002/12/crosses.html' title='Crosses'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091826612784582</id><published>2002-11-15T22:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:04.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To a year gone by</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Time Flies
One year goes by
Lot has changed
Lots remained the same

The body has moved on
The heart has stayed behind
The soul's scarred forever
The person I know has died

In my mind the memories remain
That instant like yesterday it seems
Whose fault it was I know not
Just me left alone I know

Lonely in a mad and heathen world
With no arms to lie
Feel like forgetting and moving on
Want to do it, but all I do is try

Lost in this worldly maze
Coming to terms am I
As I await a future uncertain
This one's dedicated to the year gone by&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091826612784582?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091826612784582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091826612784582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091826612784582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091826612784582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2002/11/to-year-gone-by.html' title='To a year gone by'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091822159778168</id><published>2002-06-28T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:04.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A fallen soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A fallen soul in motion
In a worldly ocean
Maneuvering through a maze
With an unholy gaze

The deafening silence of words
Amidst flirting bees and birds
Disaster stricken moronic souls
Exorcising their favorite ghosts and ghouls

Like maggots on decay feeding
An unholy solemn soul is breeding
Materialistic gangrene's serial killings
Lustful libido's sexual healing

Thus far in sacrilegious fondling
 Lust in flesh and blood dangling
Purity and morality forbidden fruits
This soul embraces the way of brutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091822159778168?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091822159778168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091822159778168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091822159778168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091822159778168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2002/06/fallen-soul.html' title='A fallen soul'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091818511092757</id><published>2002-06-26T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:04.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind this successful man, there is a…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A young man at 21
Learning the ropes of life
Saw her the first time and she looked oh so fine
Eyed by all but I knew she was mine

Time passed and years went by
My meetings with her never ceased
Departing was never so easy
We were so much in love

She was so receptive to me
That I couldn't complain
All I wanted was
Her, to be mine forever

My days happy with her
Every night lonelier than the previous one
I was sad she couldn't come home
To be with me always

Seven years and the inevitable happened
Circumstances tore us apart
Heartbroken and all forlorn
I awaited her return

Then she was back
This time hotter than thou
I could now take her home everyday
The toast to my success, she was finally here to stay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091818511092757?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091818511092757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091818511092757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091818511092757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091818511092757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2002/06/behind-this-successful-man-there-is.html' title='Behind this successful man, there is a…'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091814184077698</id><published>2002-06-15T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:03.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Book</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I began a book
With characters a many
Gave them great characterizations
And a right to thought and progeny

With love and hate
And all emotions in between
Relationships and behaviors
Histrionics which ne'er was seen

Characters so diverse
With the good, bad and the ugly
Original situations that none could conceive
I looked at my creation smugly

Each one a pocket book I handed
To contribute their own new story
Pen down their experiences
Of their lifetimes happy, sad or gory

Enrich my book was all I wanted
The zest for experiences the only mission
Saddened I have been after all these eons
The characters I created have forgotten their vision

Here I wait with my book incomplete
Silently watching my characters go astray
Hoping helplessly that they find their vision
Sadly, I'm timeless and just can't walk away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091814184077698?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091814184077698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091814184077698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091814184077698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091814184077698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2002/06/book.html' title='The Book'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091810579861935</id><published>2002-05-11T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:03.895-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When loneliness beholds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;When life gets so lonely
And there's nowhere to go
There's one place I'd go finally
A place I'd never want to know

The desire to live no longer important
The crutches of life so indefinitely dependent
Conceiving of passion so immaculately impotent
Joys are no longer resplendent

Another day and a new story untold
Life today is negligible
No sensations, no feelings unfold
This body a new vegetable

The curse of life still picture perfect
Heart and mind in loneliness beholds
Who says the lonely are imperfect &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Into a mutant body this soul moulds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091810579861935?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091810579861935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091810579861935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091810579861935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091810579861935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2002/05/when-loneliness-beholds.html' title='When loneliness beholds'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091789003677475</id><published>2002-04-14T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:03.604-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On the journey back home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Been a long arduous journey
From a place not mine
Coming back home tonight
As I hope things are fine

Years have gone by
Since the time I’ve been away
The trees from the verandah
Little higher they sway

The face of the street changed
Now with a new name
Those forlorn walks I’ve had
Are passé for my new found fame

The memories still vivid
Of the time I was here
All those playful noises
While we had nothing to fear

Newer faces greet me
As I walk through the door
Their doe eyed innocence
With aspirations for more

The padre still remembers me
For the mischief monger I’ve been
To their love I’ll always be indebted
They’re the only family I’ve ever seen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091789003677475?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091789003677475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091789003677475' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091789003677475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091789003677475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2002/04/on-journey-back-home.html' title='On the journey back home'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091806117696396</id><published>2002-04-12T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:03.807-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Old to new</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So many days are now gone
Thoughts of you yet not none
From peaceful slumber I awaken
Stolen kisses in dreams are taken

Memories are sad yet secretly sweet
Where reality and fantasy unabashedly meet
Preying on each other for sustenance
Your thoughts manifested in abundance

Long walks on those far reaches
Footprints left behind on moonlit beaches
The whispering waves they tell a story
Of the lonely traveler now gone weary

The dew laden leaves breathe life anew
Like heaven sent life giving brew
In renewed freshness a lesson to learn
No longer in loneliness to burn

New found life silently blazes
The negative emotions of yore it razes
The seeds of happiness have just been sown
This life from old to new it’s grown
 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091806117696396?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091806117696396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091806117696396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091806117696396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091806117696396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2002/04/from-old-to-new.html' title='From Old to new'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091794816270913</id><published>2002-03-17T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:03.704-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes I ask myself</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I ask myself
If there was no need to think
Where would emotions take seed?

Sometimes I ask myself
If we didn’t breathe
Would the air still be pollution free?

Sometimes I ask myself
If we didn’t see
Would the light refract off me

Sometimes I ask myself
If our physical bodies didn’t exist
Would it matter to you and me?

Sometimes I ask myself
If we were not born
Would we still look upwards and pray

Something I ask myself
If there were no words

Would this be my poetry?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091794816270913?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091794816270913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091794816270913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091794816270913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091794816270913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2002/03/sometimes-i-ask-myself.html' title='Sometimes I ask myself'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091785198034185</id><published>2002-03-05T19:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:03.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Opener</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Kicking up the dust
On this road travel I must
Memories still shine through the rust
Life weathered like my soles crust

Those days of peace and slumber
Lost to the heights of the climber
Action, the name of my new number
Fallacy, I’m your most diligent member

Evading the blizzards a fine art
Have now become my inherent part
Meticulous with the precision of a dart
Sinister the ways of the heart

How have I come to believe?
That I’m better than I really live
Soon it’ll be time for me to leave
On life’s carpet my life they’ll forget to weave

Will I realize then
My life this way they treat when
I’ve been the biggest failure amongst all men
And all my travails rated none on ten&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091785198034185?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091785198034185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091785198034185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091785198034185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091785198034185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2002/03/eye-opener.html' title='Eye Opener'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091781217709440</id><published>2002-01-24T23:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:03.325-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Going home one day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Going home one day
Thoughts, like stations pass me by
Each station my life retold
From birth to this day

Going home one day
The signals from red to green they turn
Ponder as I in between
On the setbacks and boosts I had encountered

Going home one day
People, they walk in and out
Like people in my life
They never stay, much as I crave

Going home one day
I learn to live by
The thoughts, setbacks, people
As life will never cease to change

Going home one day
My long journey doesn’t end here
I’ll be back again tomorrow
Treading the same way home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091781217709440?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091781217709440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091781217709440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091781217709440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091781217709440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2002/01/going-home-one-day.html' title='Going home one day'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091777381216681</id><published>2001-12-08T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:03.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is it!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="_Toc58862092"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hmm! Where is it?
That thing that I
Have been searching for

Oh! How is it?
That thing that I
Searched and found

Ah! There it is
This thing that I
Have been waiting for

Wow! Here it is
This thing that I
Always craved for

Yes! This is it
The thing that I
Patiently pursued

Hallelujah! This is it
The thing that I
Have and will cherish for time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091777381216681?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091777381216681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091777381216681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091777381216681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091777381216681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/12/this-is-it.html' title='This is it!'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091772587268550</id><published>2001-12-06T22:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:03.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The game of life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I always play to win
I dread to lose
Winning always can make you complacent
But the race to No. 1 is never complete

Measure all my successes
Count my losses as well
Forgive my failures
Haven’t I won as well?

Life is like that
I play to win
A game, a competition, a race
Where I cannot lose

Expectations weigh me down
Opportunities heighten my soul
For life is a game
And I am what I am
Because I love to win!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091772587268550?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091772587268550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091772587268550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091772587268550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091772587268550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/12/game-of-life.html' title='The game of life'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091768771251211</id><published>2001-12-06T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:03.002-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;What if I could, would I?
What if I did, would you?
Would you be happy with me?
Would I be happy with you?

What if I should, could I?
What if you could, did you?
Would the world matter to us?
Would we matter to the world?

What if I had, would you?
What if you did, would I?
Would the difficulties have passed us by?
Would we face these difficulties?

Would, Should, Could we?
Question and more questions
That’s all there are
Still it remains, what if?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091768771251211?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091768771251211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091768771251211' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091768771251211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091768771251211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/12/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091763610841256</id><published>2001-12-04T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:02.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Protagonist’s woe</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deep within my heart still bleeds
Raw, the memories of yesterday
Life in a different direction it moves
No one can see the pain

Days become months and months to years
The past still a formidable present
Never can I feel that way again
The act scary to replay

Cupid’s part through in life’s theatre
The histrionics now of a different kind
Curtains have fallen, the protagonist still on stage
In denial the show never ended

If the worlds a stage and we’re all actors
I need to meet the playmaker and ask him
If all that I had to do was play my part
Why did it have to hurt so bad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091763610841256?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091763610841256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091763610841256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091763610841256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091763610841256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/12/protagonists-woe.html' title='The Protagonist’s woe'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091759852757263</id><published>2001-10-30T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:02.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Thoughts that are confused
Thoughts that are sure
Thoughts that are perverted
Thoughts that are pure

Thoughts that are distributed
Thoughts that are near
Thoughts that are forgotten
Thoughts that are dear

Thoughts that are diffused
Thoughts that are core
Thoughts that are mild
Thoughts that are severe

Thoughts that give joy
Thoughts that give hope
Thoughts that give peace
Thoughts that give love

For good, bad and the ugly
This is what I have
Thoughts that make me
The man that I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091759852757263?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091759852757263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091759852757263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091759852757263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091759852757263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/10/thoughts.html' title='Thoughts'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091755441023584</id><published>2001-05-11T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:02.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trapped in the shadows</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As time beckons
A life anew
Stuck in a quandary
This state of mind

Disengaging the past
So difficult inside
Burdens the heart
With tears to cry

Opportunities abounding
With choices to make
Yet emotions bind
The fire inside

The images animated
Of the time gone by
Trapped in its shadows
Scared to think am I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091755441023584?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091755441023584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091755441023584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091755441023584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091755441023584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/05/trapped-in-shadows.html' title='Trapped in the shadows'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091751762351090</id><published>2001-04-28T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:02.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the things left behind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A long and arduous journey
In search of fame and money
With friends and foes
There were oh so many

Cradled this place that we all now cherish
With the sweat of our brow lovingly did we nourish
What’s the future no one knows
For we know one day we will all perish

A day comes when you leave things behind
In search of a new challenging grind
Anywhere the people may go
The memories still stay fresh in the mind

The tremors have rocked the foundation
Of the very thing that was once our creation
Though things may never be the same
Yet one hopes and prays for a resurrection    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091751762351090?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091751762351090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091751762351090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091751762351090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091751762351090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/04/to-things-left-behind.html' title='To the things left behind'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091748090263135</id><published>2001-04-17T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:02.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Page Turner</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I start to write
Some lines scribbled in rhyme
The poetry just ain’t right
Unlike Paul’s Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and thyme

Countless leaves to waste
Unfinished like an aborted child
This poetry has no taste
My art seems to have gone wild

Impregnating every virgin page
This Casanova’s one night stand
The heavens have come down with rage
Yet no commitments for the golden band

Good providence eventually prevails
Needn’t write anywhere hereafter
He’s found the page that’ll end his travails
The poetry’s right, the pen and page live happily thereafter &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091748090263135?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091748090263135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091748090263135' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091748090263135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091748090263135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/04/page-turner.html' title='The Page Turner'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091733275624257</id><published>2001-02-12T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:02.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In a state of mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A feeling of emptiness
When I’m satiated

A feeling of loneliness
Though amidst crowds

A bout of carelessness
Though it’s totally safe

An attack of uneasiness
Though there’s nothing wrong

A flurry of happiness
In a heart that’s sad

A feeling of godliness
So alien to the atheist soul

A show of heartlessness
In a heart so uncannily kind

An act of viciousness
For a man so piously divine

A stroke of madness
For one who is perfectly fine

An ounce of tastefulness
For a life that’s totally bland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091733275624257?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091733275624257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091733275624257' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091733275624257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091733275624257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/02/in-state-of-mind.html' title='In a state of mind'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091728431293166</id><published>2001-02-09T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:01.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In the years, I’m here</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A brace of years
For feelings to change
Never felt it strong
In the years, I’m here

Persistence certainly pays
Though time is lost
Seems like it’s worth it
In the years, I’m here

Is this love?
I yet don’t know
But will always cherish it
In the years, I’m here

In love you fall
Out of love you may be
But I’ll always seek it
In the years, I’m here

Possibilities galore
Happen they may not
Never lived for a rainy day
In the years, I’m here &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091728431293166?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091728431293166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091728431293166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091728431293166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091728431293166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/02/in-years-im-here.html' title='In the years, I’m here'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091743699047591</id><published>2001-01-27T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:02.301-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The end is nigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Banished to intellectual sobriety
The mark on the world indelible
Triumphant at every crossword
Collecting lives of twisted souls

Judgment day eagerly waits
To a symphony of destruction
The shattered hearts of pious souls
Of lives they led regretting

Pearly gates of heaven
So precariously laden
The god of light has been traveling
The coup for it a vindication sign

The books all predictably distorted
The majority forever undermined
The gods have played to democracy
The anarchist regime has died&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091743699047591?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091743699047591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091743699047591' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091743699047591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091743699047591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/01/end-is-nigh.html' title='The end is nigh'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091738746643328</id><published>2001-01-27T01:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:02.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Singapore by night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Late past midnight
Beer can by the side
Fermenting the thoughts inside

Sleepless Singapore style
Day and night one like
Assigning different meanings to life

Time bids goodbye
Emotions to hide
Memories the unfaithful bride

Jazz strains played mild
Dim lights apartment wide
Soothes the soul lay inside

All poetry no rhyme
Independent lonesome guy
Kissing the last cigarette goodbye

Weary looking eyes
Dream a pleasant sight
Awaken to the morning light

An encore for life
Going through the same old plight
Still shamelessly awaits a new midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091738746643328?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091738746643328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091738746643328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091738746643328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091738746643328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/01/singapore-by-night.html' title='Singapore by night'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112023107544988644</id><published>2001-01-23T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:01.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Calm</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strange this calm
Of forsaken solitude
Drought ridden eyes
No voices here

A multitude of joys
In memories remembered
Smiles and laughter
Now seldom linger

Gazing they find
In objects new identities
The bathroom slip-ons
So strangely abandoned

Echoes still manifest
Trapped within walls
The voice long gone
Lost to endless slumber

Loss or gain
The argument will continue
When in death
They do depart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112023107544988644?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112023107544988644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112023107544988644' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023107544988644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023107544988644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/01/strange-calm.html' title='Strange Calm'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091659701528850</id><published>2001-01-21T12:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:01.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enigma</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I await
To hear the words
That I want to hear
To emanate from her lips

My heart
In eager anticipation
Fondles the feeling
Of her love to me

Tis’ was it
The feelings in her voice
Saying so much
Without uttering words

A passion
Deep seated it was
That both felt
Yet conceded never

Funny it is
This thing called love
That everyone seeks
Whilst some cherish

Yet for some
It still remains
An enigma
That just refuses to reveal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091659701528850?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091659701528850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091659701528850' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091659701528850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091659701528850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/01/enigma.html' title='Enigma'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091655504344875</id><published>2001-01-20T10:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:01.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Disconnected</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Tryst with myself
Fight for survival
An endless maze of inconsequence
So utterly disheveled

A smart decoction
Of good and bad
All and sundry
So amazingly disfigured

Summoning the forces
For their precious gaze
On this blessed maggot
So artistically dismembered

The words and verses
In unearthly rhyme
The poetry so far
So classically disconnected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091655504344875?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091655504344875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091655504344875' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091655504344875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091655504344875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/01/disconnected.html' title='Disconnected'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112091650866940092</id><published>2001-01-18T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:01.568-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This one’s for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;This one’s for you my love
For the moments that you gave me
For the love that we cherished
For the memories that’ll remain

Be with me forever
I would certainly wish
In times both good and bad
I’d be there, I promise

You will always be the only one
No matter what comes my way
My love will be dedicated to you
Every night and Every day

Love is not about promises I know
Words can never say what we share
May these feelings remain I solemnly pray
That you and me may depart together one day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112091650866940092?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112091650866940092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112091650866940092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091650866940092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112091650866940092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2001/01/this-ones-for-you.html' title='This one’s for you'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112023100356159003</id><published>2000-12-05T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:01.281-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Legacy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The legacy has remained
After all these days
Whoever thought it would be so
Cause it was never intended that way

One by one the masters came together
Under one unifying umbrella
With a machinist zeal
Bubbling with volcanic energy

Time never was the barrier
As the sprits soared high
A work of impeccable perfection
The cult was born and here to stay

Each one separate ways have gone
But the legacy still remains
Ingrained in each one’s heart and mind
The legacy still bonds them together
Wherever they may be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112023100356159003?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112023100356159003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112023100356159003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023100356159003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023100356159003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/12/legacy.html' title='The Legacy'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112023096011908332</id><published>2000-11-27T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:01.181-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Call me by a name that I know
Call me what you may like
You could say anything you want
But it doesn’t mean it’s right

Affected, I’m not by what you say
For it changes nothing of me as it may
God forbid, if it does as you bid
I’d pay you to say what to say

Foolish are those who run the way others say
Their inner confidence, mulled so to say
Deprived of their own opinions they are
Like puppets on others wishes they dance

Why then should I be affected?
By the words that others speak
They pretend like they know my every way
And yet they don’t know me half as much as me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112023096011908332?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112023096011908332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112023096011908332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023096011908332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023096011908332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/11/call-me.html' title='Call me'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112023091636343692</id><published>2000-11-27T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:01.068-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Vox populi!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The din of the vox populi
The role of a jury it plays
Glorifying and denouncing, as it likes
The history of the world it writes

Does majority make it right?
A million dollar question that it is
The correctness of a convinced minority
In the numbers game, ignored it lies

The wrong doers, they are now heroes
Lo! At the cost of the saintly villains
Injustice to the innocent minions meted
The end of time is near

From this darkness a new horizon we seek
Where history is more than general speak
Where legends as legends be
And not gods for us to believe!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112023091636343692?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112023091636343692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112023091636343692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023091636343692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023091636343692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/11/vox-populi.html' title='Vox populi!'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112023086493588329</id><published>2000-11-27T10:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:00.939-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Urging urchins</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Under streetlights
With borrowed kids
Feigning illness
Seeking alms

Tattered clothes
Grime filled bodies
Un-bathed stench
Weathered soles

The red signal
A blessing in disguise
Spotless cars
Air-conditioned interiors

Wrinkled at eighteen
Time defies biology
Begging sympathy
For an urchin’s life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112023086493588329?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112023086493588329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112023086493588329' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023086493588329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023086493588329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/11/urging-urchins.html' title='Urging urchins'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112023068096291139</id><published>2000-11-09T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:00.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh holy master</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Come to me oh holy master
Come to me and stay
Teach me all the things I don’t
Teach me all that’s faraway

Come to me oh holy master
Come to me and talk
Teach me the strengths of life
Teach me the solidness of a rock

Come to me oh holy master
Come to me and love
Teach me the tenderness of life
Teach me the purity of a dove

Come to me oh holy master
Come to me and stay
Teach me the gratefulness of life
Teach me how to pray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112023068096291139?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112023068096291139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112023068096291139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023068096291139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023068096291139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/11/oh-holy-master.html' title='Oh holy master'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112023063790972767</id><published>2000-11-09T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:00.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Night Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;On a moonlit horizon
The far silhouettes of fishing boats
Lining the star studded sky
A gentle breeze blowing wild
As waves smother the shores

The moon crescent romantically inclined
Laying on my beloved’s lap
Staring at the starry sky
The twinkle in her eye
One with the glittering night sky

The whisperings of sweet nothings
Make music with the rustling palms
Her tender loving care reserved for me
The fisher folk they return ecstatic
As I awake with the sands by my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112023063790972767?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112023063790972767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112023063790972767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023063790972767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023063790972767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/11/night-sky.html' title='The Night Sky'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112023057592069645</id><published>2000-11-04T21:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:00.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A verb called love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alienated
By the curse of the society
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Devastated
The morale once so high
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Suppressed
The laughter that was for all to see
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ridiculed
The heart that was naïve
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crushed
That emotion so helplessly kind
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Rejected
The proposition of a settled man’s life
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Amplified
The hurt that was so mild
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oppressed
The poor open mind
&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Annihilated
The love that was divine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112023057592069645?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112023057592069645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112023057592069645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023057592069645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023057592069645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/11/verb-called-love.html' title='A verb called love'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112023050490017484</id><published>2000-11-04T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:00.488-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In sleepless turmoil
The emotion a clever foil
As the mind still does toil
The hidden tears mix with the soil

The heart bleeds with joy
For the damsel who’s so coy
Love seems an intricate ploy
The feelings played like a toy

Unfazed by the uncertainty
The wooing an unending litany
Still striving for the spiritual unity
As heart, mind and body form the trinity

With decisions that seldom bend
The heart needs an urgent mend
Hurt by the heart that refuses to lend
This is the end, my friend! This is the end!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112023050490017484?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112023050490017484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112023050490017484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023050490017484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023050490017484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/11/end.html' title='The End!'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112023044536384193</id><published>2000-11-03T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:00.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The drunken escapade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Late one night
On a drunken escapade
Front to a mirror
Staring at the apparition

A face that looks alien
Is that me or someone else
Hard to recognize; unveiled
The mask manages to trick me

What was I?
What did I become?
The true self; only
In drunkenness liberated

Deep inside
The real me
Still waits
For another drunken escapade
To be set free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112023044536384193?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112023044536384193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112023044536384193' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023044536384193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112023044536384193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/11/drunken-escapade.html' title='The drunken escapade'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625648381202613</id><published>2000-10-15T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:11.256-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why is it that I long to hold you?
Why is it that I want be hand-in-hand with you?
Why is it that I want to reach out to you?
What’s it about you that makes me to keep coming back?

Why is it that the sight of you sets off a flight of thousand butterflies?
Why is it that I want to be there for you, forever?
Why is it that I’m still waiting for you?
What’s it about you that I’ve forgotten to move on?

Why is it that I still long for you?
Why is it that my life seems incomplete without you?
Why is it I long to see and meet you?
What’s it about you that none can be in my life?

Is this love or am I dreaming?
Is this the love that I’ve been waiting for?
Its gonna be you or no other
For my heart cannot love another.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625648381202613?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625648381202613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625648381202613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625648381202613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625648381202613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/10/is-it-you.html' title='Is it you?'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625643637249588</id><published>2000-10-03T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:11.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;‘I have arrived’ said I to myself
With a deep sense of success and achievement
Powerful, infallible and omnipotent
The ego bubble nearly bursting at its seams

There I was resting on my laurels and fame
The hunger for future conquests still beckoning
The world at my command so to say I had
Throwing tantrums with the power of the name

As a tiny thought crosses my mind I wonder
Is this all worth it that I’ve gained
Forgotten have I to enjoy the small things in life
That gleeful laugh, that childish grin

Would have been happier surely
Repented now at the temptation of the ladder
Had I risen or fallen, success was inconsequential
Had I forgotten to live a life I was happier with
Or did I gain everything but lose my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625643637249588?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625643637249588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625643637249588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625643637249588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625643637249588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/10/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625275354806717</id><published>2000-09-18T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:07.524-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How can I be your friend?
How can I be the one you love?
How can I be the one you trust?
How can I be the one you adore?
How can I be your soulmate?
How can I be your life partner?
How can I be your knight in shining armour?
How can I be the one you’ll spend the last days of your life?
How can I be there for you when you need me?
How can I be there to hold you when you’re lonely?
How can I be the hero of your romantic fantasy?
How can I be the one deserving of your love?
How can I be the father to your children?
How can I be your confidante?
How can I be the one to treat you like a princess?
How can I be the one who gets you weak in the knees?
How can I be there with you happily ever after?
How can I? Pray, tell me how can I?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625275354806717?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625275354806717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625275354806717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625275354806717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625275354806717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/09/how-can-i.html' title='How can I?'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625624571630496</id><published>2000-08-28T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:11.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From here to eternity!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Indifferent society
Superficial piety
Indignant amity
Democratic inequality

Relaxed anxiety
Indulgent sobriety
False verity
Intelligent stupidity

Competent ineffectuality
Humble vanity
Clad nudity
Moral depravity

Definite infinity
Timed eternity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625624571630496?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625624571630496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625624571630496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625624571630496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625624571630496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/08/from-here-to-eternity.html' title='From here to eternity!'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625619319090738</id><published>2000-08-24T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:10.912-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timeless Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wherefrom did I come?
Whereto will I go?
Where am I anyways now?
This time dimension hard to fathom I know

Still I’m in the same place
Everything’s happening here and now
My past, my present, my future
They exist together here

The universe was never born
The sun will ne’er die
I’ll continue to live on
Below this unchanging deep blue sky

I’m traveling, yet not moving
Cause time is a standstill
An illusionary custom dream
Where I’ll only see what I want to see
Rest is all history&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625619319090738?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625619319090738/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625619319090738' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625619319090738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625619319090738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/08/timeless-time.html' title='Timeless Time'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625614174059140</id><published>2000-08-24T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:10.805-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;One look and I have it all
Past, Present, Future et al
They are all there all at once now
This illusionary feeling I don’t know how

My birth and death at this one instance
This constant fight has no substance
My world is smaller than I ever thought
The struggle for survival and what it wrought

The past is my future
The present my past
This future is my present
Don’t know how long it’s going to last

As I awake from a dream that’s timeless
Awakened I would think it was mindless
But this humble insight comes to me
And I know this living just needn’t be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625614174059140?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625614174059140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625614174059140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625614174059140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625614174059140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/08/insight.html' title='Insight'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625608736579710</id><published>2000-08-08T10:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:10.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oft beaten track</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wandering along the desolate path
Effervescence of the oft beaten track
Casting an uncanny spell
A sense of déjà vu abounds

Seems like I’ve been here before
Walked this path and failed
Oven baked fresh memories
This time was not long ago

Fear ridden, hope motivated
I decide to walk once more
The past pitfalls notwithstanding
This tunnel has an end I’m sure

The candle of sweet belonging burning bright
I need to be in the open all over again
This light will not burn any much longer
Supplementary energy source, as me beckon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625608736579710?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625608736579710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625608736579710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625608736579710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625608736579710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/08/oft-beaten-track.html' title='Oft beaten track'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625601990303905</id><published>2000-08-08T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:10.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Judgment day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Solitary fight of the lonely beast
Curse of the slithery snake
Forsaken and forgotten
A wanderlust long abandoned

Lost to the powers that be
Fallen in the eyes of many
Favorite archangel now enemy to be
The celestial association that’s failed

Garnering to regain the lost glory
With like minded souls and sundry
For the one final assault
On the kingdom that’s reigned forever

Buying souls for cheap
Fallen prey to charms of temptation
The armies get their arsenal ready
For judgment day is nigh, for the heavens to see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625601990303905?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625601990303905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625601990303905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625601990303905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625601990303905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/08/judgment-day.html' title='Judgment day'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625596349274965</id><published>2000-07-10T23:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:10.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enemy within</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Slowly getting out was I
As the wounds of the heart healed,
Normalcy had returned in the strife torn mind

Conflicts of the mind seemed long forgotten
The serene peace was nearly here to stay
Memories relegated to the dark contours of the mind

Sabotage! Cried the heart
As the cause of the memories staged a comeback
Heart in quandary, memories gone haywire

The past comes back to the present,
The future hazy as the mind savors this moment
How long! I ask, as this was just not meant to be

The broken heart fights back in action
Spirit willing, flesh weak, can’t take it again
Hope! The enemy within is back with a bang

It’ll nail me once more I know
Destroy my faith once again
Killing the soul for its own gain.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625596349274965?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625596349274965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625596349274965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625596349274965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625596349274965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/07/enemy-within.html' title='The Enemy within'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625590889949639</id><published>2000-07-06T22:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:10.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>After all these years…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;After all these years,
The penchant for life still sustained
Triumphant in a glory,
Whose fragrance had long remained.

Comes along a love,
That’s begs to be pursued,
At long last,
The heart has been rescued.

Crying with joy,
The anger has been moved,
This listless existence,
In past years has been proved.

Why! Oh, Why!
As the heart is questioned.
What was the need?
For this mediocrity to be stationed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625590889949639?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625590889949639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625590889949639' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625590889949639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625590889949639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/07/after-all-these-years.html' title='After all these years…'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625577831574226</id><published>2000-06-20T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:10.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Inanimate friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The tree still remembers me
From a time I try to forget
Its rustling and sway greets me again
Inquisitive on where I’d been

Memories flashback and it wants to know
Why is it I’m lonely and low
The heart etched on its bark calls out
Its not seen me from years ago

Things have changed, but I’ve remained the same
Others take shade, where once I’d been
Though I’ve grown, my heart’ been left behind
Safely on the tree, who knew my partner in life

My inanimate friend still remembers me
Silently reminding me of times that had been
The only witness to my secret rendezvous
Where Sweet nothings beneath the boughs said

Her giggle and tears still caught in the leaves of time
As I relive my past without her by my side
Before long the tree will forget
Time will move on, but will I forget too?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625577831574226?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625577831574226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625577831574226' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625577831574226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625577831574226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/my-inanimate-friend.html' title='My Inanimate friend'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625572441384558</id><published>2000-06-20T10:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:10.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Innocence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Many a times a feeling comes to me
A feeling that’s with remorse aplenty
The pangs of growing older those have come to be
The gift of knowing was rather a curse maybe

As I child never had to worry did I
Of so many things that I now need to see
Falling down never meant anything
As failure was the unknown stranger then

Growing up with the sedimentation of knowledge
Over the silt of innocence lost in memories
Asked did I, for knowing like a razor’s edge
Cutting to shreds the pieces of innocence

The innocence now left way behind
Deep down in the crust of time
Knowledge grows with manifold consistency
Wary but helpless, for this is the end of innocence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625572441384558?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625572441384558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625572441384558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625572441384558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625572441384558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/end-of-innocence.html' title='End of Innocence'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625564291573306</id><published>2000-06-16T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:09.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Refugee song</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Far away from the home that was once my own
To a new land, not knowing what it has in store
Amidst hostility and turmoil did I survive
A senseless destruction that has prevailed

The ethnic unrest that ceased to cease
The fundamentalists had their hatred reserved for me
For the minority had no voice of its own
The cruel killing fields were tilled with scorn

The fault they said was in my birth
An irreversible identity that had nothing in it for me
Unfailing the devotion for the country
Sigh! This place seems to have betrayed me

Still a hope abounds in the new land
That I now call my home
But the same love will never be
As this country is not my own and a refugee will I ever be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625564291573306?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625564291573306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625564291573306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625564291573306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625564291573306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/refugee-song.html' title='The Refugee song'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625491950783084</id><published>2000-06-14T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:09.868-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Limbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The silent din deafens the ears
An eeriness of dark leanings
Creaking doors open to howling wolves
A cool gust of wind brushes by me
As though someone’s there

Coming to life the furniture of antiquity
As though they stood still biding their time
Surpassing eons in listless abandon
The unearthly ambience stares at me
Questioning my presence here

Silhouette figurines emanating out of nowhere
Seemingly like people lost in limbo
Walking along as though nothing has happened
Wry smiles secretly welcome me
As I’m the new resident here&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/13891996-112625491950783084?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625491950783084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625491950783084' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625491950783084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625491950783084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/lost-in-limbo.html' title='Lost in Limbo'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625486129392153</id><published>2000-06-13T23:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:09.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inquisitive Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;An aboriginal fascination for the unknown
Given away to a feeling of insecurity
Marks the death of the inquisitive soul
Caught in the monotony of what’s known

Peace, only an inconsequential fantasy
Vagaries of the staid rules within
Criminal, this waste of ingenuity
Clasped like the scruff of the strangled neck

Evoking a passionless de facto solemnity
In a mind that’s lost at sea
Encompassing multitudes of secret getaways
Thrown away in the insurmountable depths of nullity

Sieges within the cage of ignorance
The indomitable spirit like a raged lunatic
Sarcastic feeling of self-pity breeds within
Insecurity performs the last rites of the inquisitive soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625486129392153?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625486129392153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625486129392153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625486129392153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625486129392153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/inquisitive-soul.html' title='Inquisitive Soul'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625479482234357</id><published>2000-06-08T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:09.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celestial Sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The unfailing dedication of the sun
All monotony in this one
Day in and day out
Whether rain or shine

Through evening twilight surfaces the moon
Different faces every night
Yet flaunting the blemishes proudly
The romance in the moonlight has begun

Twinkling way above in the vast expanse
Stars shining lighting up the night sky
Some bright some dim
Yet shine they sure will

Immaculately trapped since ancient folklore
The wonders of these celestial bodies
Yet man will never grow out of his handicaps
Like the sun, moon and stars in the sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625479482234357?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625479482234357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625479482234357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625479482234357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625479482234357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/celestial-sky.html' title='Celestial Sky'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625382100558438</id><published>2000-06-06T21:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:09.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cultist Overtones</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sacrilegious vendetta seething within
A murderous closeness to Hades seeking
Prejudiced beyond doubt
Hatred for one and all

Humungous lust for insobriety
Smoke filled rooms closed within
Suicidal tendencies manifold
Ask not just kill them all

Unforgiveness written all over the lexicon
Guilt ridden heart never exists
A beastly sense of anger
Slaughter the best medicine of all

A corrupt sense of desire
Burning viciousness of cultist overtones
Incisive anger breeding inequality
Sacrificial offering with blood dripping all over &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625382100558438?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625382100558438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625382100558438' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625382100558438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625382100558438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/cultist-overtones.html' title='Cultist Overtones'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625376763090894</id><published>2000-06-06T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:09.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt Urns</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The archaic remains of burnt urns
Who cares! They have no value for what they’re worth
Their feelings smashed to a thousand pieces
Wastefulness gravitates from deep within

Back to the mould but the memory remains
Poking fun at the failure they had been
This time it’s not going to get any better
Uselessness surrounds the new exteriors again

Despite all this the potter doesn’t resign
As the urns painted with new color glow
The world is fooled, but the inner self remembers
Indentityless deep down within the memory still hurts

One amongst the millions still unseen
The urge to succeed will never be seen
The burnt urns will never forget
Superficialness will never get them anywhere&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625376763090894?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625376763090894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625376763090894' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625376763090894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625376763090894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/burnt-urns.html' title='Burnt Urns'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625371577532504</id><published>2000-06-05T10:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:09.122-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who am I?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Do I know who am I?
Far from the one I should be
Choosing an identity I’ve decided to be
Forcing a genuine persona over me

Do you know who am I?
Picking only the characters you want to see
Undermining all the faults that are in me
Still unaware of what I’m supposed to be
  
Do they know who am I?
Watching from the sidelines every move I make
Deducing a certain personality for me
Maybe secretly hoping to know me

Who am I? Would we really ever know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625371577532504?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625371577532504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625371577532504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625371577532504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625371577532504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/who-am-i.html' title='Who am I?'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625366099009110</id><published>2000-06-02T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:08.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move on, Come on, Lets go on</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Move on, Come on, Lets go on
Far from the hills and valleys of daily life
To infinite sands of nothingness
Where there’s nothing there about you and me

Together we shall make a new beginning
A beginning that has no end
An experience with no past reference
As the feeling of nothingness eggs us on

Move on, Come on, Lets go on
Far from the chains and bondages
To the unbound oceans of infiniteness
Where we wouldn’t have to worry who are you and who am I

Together we shall make a new relationship
Away from society naming us man and wife
Who would be there to care who we are
For the love is so deep, and identities will not matter at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625366099009110?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625366099009110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625366099009110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625366099009110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625366099009110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/move-on-come-on-lets-go-on.html' title='Move on, Come on, Lets go on'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625358460656469</id><published>2000-06-02T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:08.881-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain dance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As lightening strobes the sky
The thunder rumbles to an offbeat tune
As leaves shake to a natural rhythm
The river twists and turns

The trees drenched like a sensuous damsel
With raindrops that fall in irregular patterns
As fields giggle like bathing children
The sun has got to take rest for sometime

As birds take shelter under leaves with shivering wings
The clouds look menacing yet so mild
The wind joins forces to add to the glee
The natural rain dance has come to get me

Wading through muddy waters et al
The smell of the earth gives me the blissful high I love
As sunshine steals a few moments of pleasure
The rains are back again; make me feel like heaven is here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625358460656469?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625358460656469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625358460656469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625358460656469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625358460656469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/rain-dance.html' title='Rain dance'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625353273745655</id><published>2000-06-01T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:08.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Body and Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oh my God! I’ve done it again
Gone in a world full of pain
Crossed over a thousand shores
Yet behaving like I’ve never been there before

Each time the goal seems the same
End of which, cursed why I ever came
Believe the idiosyncrasy will never cease
What the heck, this body is on lease

The body and soul go with thoughts they don’t share
Existence of either, as if they don’t care
Using each other in parasitic turns
Alas! Dust they are, to dust they will return

Wonder who needs who, amongst the two
If each had their say, they’d go their own ways too
In spite of this man lives with a superior élan
O lord! Couldn’t you have a better plan?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625353273745655?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625353273745655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625353273745655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625353273745655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625353273745655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/06/body-and-soul.html' title='Body and Soul'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625347182381088</id><published>2000-05-31T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:08.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Schizophrenic dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Am I still dreaming?
I seemed to have awoken long ago
From a nightmare of a non-existent me
A misty feeling of a bodiless soul

Brooding over a past that now didn’t exist
Anxious of a future that hadn’t come
Step motherly treating a nubile present
Endlessly blaming destiny for all that was to be

Imagined a life without strife
Like a comic book hero would I set things right
Fantasizing of a fight between good and evil
Childishly confused on which side I wanted to be

The romantic fascination of God’s favorite archangel
Or the devilish conniving persona of his archenemy
A Dr. Jekyll by day and a Mr. Hyde by night
A schizophrenic personality would I be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625347182381088?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625347182381088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625347182381088' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625347182381088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625347182381088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/schizophrenic-dream.html' title='A Schizophrenic dream'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625341623879049</id><published>2000-05-28T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:08.537-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Endless Maze</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Searching through an endless maze
For the one fine thing that’ll make my day
Through names that have no faces
Through addresses that have no streets
Through love that has no feelings
Through a union that lacks physicality

Searching through an endless maze
For the one fine thing that’ll make my day
Through pages that have no reams
Through mails that have no postages
Through links that have no influences
Through the unreal that’s yet so real

Searching…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625341623879049?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625341623879049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625341623879049' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625341623879049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625341623879049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/endless-maze.html' title='An Endless Maze'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625333669869443</id><published>2000-05-27T22:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:08.431-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Children of a lesser god</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Toiling hard day after day
To earn that hard earned daily bread
Undergoing hardships and shame
To make two ends meet

Naked, with no cover for body and home
A shame that never existed
Not influenced by raising eyebrows
Breasts that no longer have the ability to feed

Dirty and haggard
With no inclination to be groomed
Fighting for equality in an unequal world
As rich get richer and poor poorer

Who is their god they ask
As reasons for their toil unknown
Patiently living their ragged lives
Children of a lesser god they are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625333669869443?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625333669869443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625333669869443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625333669869443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625333669869443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/children-of-lesser-god.html' title='Children of a lesser god'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625327296514496</id><published>2000-05-27T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:08.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;If words didn’t have meaning
If songs didn’t have lyrics
If music didn’t have notes
If the sky didn’t have stars
If the oceans didn’t have shores
If birds didn’t fly
Would you still be mine?

If butterflies were stark
If flowers lacked fragrance
If my heart was square
If the sun didn’t set at all
If the trees’ canopy was my only roof
If I existed only in your dreams
Would you still love me?

If marriage was just a contract
If relatives could be bought
If religion existed in mythology
If sacred texts were pure science fiction
If god never existed
If there was no such thing as man and woman
Would there still be you and me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625327296514496?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625327296514496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625327296514496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625327296514496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625327296514496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/if.html' title='If'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625317027426539</id><published>2000-05-26T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:08.168-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I have a dream</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I have a dream, a wonderful dream
A dream that’s forever
A dream that’s romantic
One, which I wouldn’t awake from

I have a dream, a wonderful dream
Dream about a life that’s not about my life
Nothing to do with the vagaries of daily life
Peaceful yet different, away from the drudgery

I have a dream, a wonderful dream
I glide in a weightless state sans life’s burdens
There’s no past, there’s no future
Just a different present

I have a dream, a wonderful dream
Passionately holding my soulmate
One whom I’ve been waiting for so long
Lovingly sharing the same dream

I have a dream, a wonderful dream
A dream about success
Sweet yet earned with the sweat of my brow
One that makes the generations proud&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625317027426539?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625317027426539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625317027426539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625317027426539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625317027426539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/i-have-dream.html' title='I have a dream'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625307677394481</id><published>2000-05-26T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:08.063-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My first love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the soft somber Latin rhythm plays
My body lilts to the romantic undertones
Imagining my girl swaying alongside
The catalyst working to the Latino chemistry

The immaculate crescendo of the classical raga
Spirituality resounds to the resonance of the universe
Vibrating soul with goose pimples all over
An oneness with the Supreme Being

Scatting away the words with jazz
The graceful dance of the jazz singer
Feel like singing along as I dance
To vibrant beats and soulful rhythms

Screeching out on absolute lung power
Rock brings out the aggression deep within
Washing out the anger and hatred
Me sharing stage with the lead guitar distorting

It has always been my first love
Whether romantically soft or harshly loud
Much to a relationship akin
Bringing out the emotions, both best or worst
Feeling the flavor of anger and love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625307677394481?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625307677394481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625307677394481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625307677394481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625307677394481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/my-first-love.html' title='My first love'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625257926027312</id><published>2000-05-24T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:07.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confessions of the Grim Reaper</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As my scythe disengages another
The look on my face doesn’t twitch
The existence in memories begins
The tears dry but leave the trails
Like ridges that run infinitely deep

To deaf ears are pleas and requests made
The heartless rib cage doesn’t bleed
As my scythe continues to disengage
Panic stricken hearts broken
As a maniacal environment sets in

Ever imagined a world without me
An unnerving confusion of relations galore
Losing loved ones the occupational hazard
Disengagement of the hated perquisites fine
Continuing with this immortal job
As my scythe disengages another&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625257926027312?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625257926027312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625257926027312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625257926027312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625257926027312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/confessions-of-grim-reaper.html' title='Confessions of the Grim Reaper'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625302138471170</id><published>2000-05-23T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:07.941-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glorified Martyr</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Pitiful, O poor me, I didn’t succeed
The wretched naivety elaborately schemed
Forged the martyr look on me
The betrayal soldier highly decorated was he

Deceitful, the ladylove, I once conceded
Her vanity to deplorable virtues susceptible
Depravity fathoming the depths of the ocean floor
Garnering the courage to forge ahead

Revengeful, the heart, beneath receded
Rummaging the past for hurt inflicted
A shame, mass murdering a million cells
Vengeance sucks with a sadomasochist gild

Wishful, the soul, the hope irradiated
Crammed with the wistfulness of lives a many
To prayerful monologs of sarcastic overtones
Punishing the crabbiness of the glorified martyr&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625302138471170?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625302138471170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625302138471170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625302138471170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625302138471170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/glorified-martyr.html' title='Glorified Martyr'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625293344919558</id><published>2000-05-23T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:07.847-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadistic urges of power</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Everybody wants to rule the world
Everybody wants to take control
Trampling the meek below the feet
Massacring the weak for evil gains

Power, the potent intoxicant
Drives people in unethical ways
Injustice, the forbidden fruit
Relished with a psychotic charm

Sadistic sense of pleasure derived
A compulsive urge to inflict pain
Feeding on pleas of mercy
A deep sense of victory within&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625293344919558?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625293344919558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625293344919558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625293344919558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625293344919558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/sadistic-urges-of-power.html' title='Sadistic urges of power'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625287360901196</id><published>2000-05-20T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:07.747-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Standing at the crossroad, I asked myself
Will this road take me to my abode?
Or will I return yet again to regret
Will I ever stand at a crossroad again?

Life’ decisions as simple as they seem
Are harder to take
The fear of risk overbearing
Shunts the opportunity that’s to be

Treading the same familiar path is our forte
Not realizing the gain elsewhere that were to be
Who cares finally, six feet under do I eventually go
Didn’t matter if I had gained or lost more

I once had a purpose to life, to be highly evolved
Struggled hard to work on it for a while
But soon the worldly pursuits controlled
And made me the being that I am today!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625287360901196?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625287360901196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625287360901196' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625287360901196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625287360901196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/crossroads.html' title='Crossroads'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625281237401757</id><published>2000-05-19T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:07.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Leaf</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I turned to him once more
Still awaiting my return was he
Through eyes with a sparkle like a baby’s eyes
Awaiting the return of the prodigal son

Hurt him, I did
Running away from him
For his way looked uninteresting
For the materialistic lust beckoned me

Cremating the spiritual being in me to dust
As the materialistic devil like a phoenix arose
Destroying the soul bit by bit
Unlearning the spirituality of past lives

Everyone wants to be a new leaf
Withered off from the branch that’s corrupt
But does the guilt leave me alone
As the fight for spirituality never ends

Promise him, I do
Never to hurt him again
A promise that’s going to be hard to keep
As the urge to be a new leaf strengthening&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625281237401757?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625281237401757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625281237401757' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625281237401757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625281237401757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/new-leaf.html' title='The New Leaf'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625269390529981</id><published>2000-05-18T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:07.411-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Confused Thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The moving train has always served
To feed my creative urges
Feel the energy higher in the rat-a-tat-tat of rails
Than in the solitude of the waves lashing the shore

Wondered where these thoughts came from
Or why, or how, or when
Germinating from the emotional uncertainty
Rapidly growing to poetic artistry

Have always thought, why aren’t there pleasantries
Like the love poets of yore
Is this a façade of sadness?
Safely guarding the miniscule happiness inside

Confused thoughts! I call them
Confusing the poet and his poet-o-philes
The true self of the poet amazingly hidden
Behind the long list of thoughts to poetry turned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625269390529981?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625269390529981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625269390529981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625269390529981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625269390529981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/confused-thoughts.html' title='Confused Thoughts'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625263498097356</id><published>2000-05-18T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:07.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raining Tears</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As I awake to a dawn
To a missing sun
Clouded by the rain gods
Akin to a celestial rain dance

The city turned to sea
Frolicking children in gay abandon
Oblivious to the standstill in the city
This is gonna be their day out

As the strains of the ghazal
Enrich the dullness that is present
The mournful chanting with salted tears
Is unseen in the rain soaked eyelids

Awaiting the arrival of the sun
To dry the tears washed away by the rain
Searching for the silver lining in a cloudy life
To a standstill this life has come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625263498097356?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625263498097356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625263498097356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625263498097356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625263498097356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/05/raining-tears.html' title='Raining Tears'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625252222233012</id><published>2000-04-03T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:07.107-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Angels with Broken Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a world of Paranoia we live
The insecurity like maggots breeds
Succumbing to a brimful of vices
Like Angels with broken wings are we

A love that’s so selfish
The angelic innocence of an infant’s smile
That’s lost to the evil urge to win
Like Angels with broken wings are we

Logic of the mind that rules over
The simple urges of the heart that’s suppressed
Seemingly devoted yet so superficial
Like Angels with broken wings are we

Solace in worldly suppressants
We find for a body that’s so self-sufficient
Fastening the pace to this journey’s finale
Like Angels with broken wings are we

Crushed in the burden of memories
Pulled apart by a worrisome past
Never will man reach the immortality
Cause like Angels with broken wings are we &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625252222233012?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625252222233012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625252222233012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625252222233012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625252222233012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/04/angels-with-broken-wings.html' title='Angels with Broken Wings'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625247015216382</id><published>2000-03-30T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:06.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Journey</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the train leaves the platform
A stage in life it reminds me
Some alight to go away
Some enter to go somewhere

A new platform arrives and
The same sequence repeats
Some are with you longer
Some are there shorter

The stations seem like time
Where each to a moment akin
A time that is still
Just passing along am I

Eventually your destination arrives
And you too join the bandwagon
Of people, who will alight.
Life’s just a train journey
Where none remain forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625247015216382?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625247015216382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625247015216382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625247015216382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625247015216382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/journey.html' title='A Journey'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625241700350689</id><published>2000-03-29T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:06.884-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mother-to-be</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The soft kick awakens me
The child in me seeks attention
O how fast in my womb he’s grown
The maternal instinct in me can’t withhold
As I long for his touch
Waiting to satisfy all his needs

Can’t forget the day I knew
That he was coming to make my life anew
A new identity will I have
An identity that would make me ecstatic and proud
Protect and nurture him up until
The days he says I’ll take it from here

Like a shadow will I still follow
Guiding him through life’s blushes
Bask in his glory, I will
Regale in his joys too
Though I know the day is yet afar
The mother-to-be has traveled in time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625241700350689?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625241700350689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625241700350689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625241700350689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625241700350689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/mother-to-be.html' title='The Mother-to-be'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625236331396736</id><published>2000-03-25T10:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:06.784-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You asked for it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As the incision got deeper
The knife came closer
To the heart that was bleeding
Snapped from the life system
My hand held the severed heart
Stretched towards you
As you asked for it

Distracted from daily rigmarole
Away from the job at hand
Thoughts that were wandering
Swaying, lilting to a romantic tune
My thoughts weren’t mine anymore
They had betrayed its owner
As you asked for it

An integral part of me I thought
It would leave me only when I’m not
Pondering over all my previous lifetimes
Learning and gaining and evolving
Never learnt to keep away from obstacles
My soul, sucked out of my physical body
As you asked for it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625236331396736?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625236331396736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625236331396736' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625236331396736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625236331396736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/you-asked-for-it.html' title='You asked for it'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625229100087446</id><published>2000-03-24T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:06.677-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Legend at 27</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Twenty-seven in
Two thousand the year of the lord
Many people have reached their peak
Like a candle that lets off it last bright flame

Gone under mysterious circumstances
Few of my rock and roll idols
Jim, Jimi, Janis, Kurt, Michael…
…With no more achievement to make

Am I destined for this peak?
Will I enter my name amongst these?
Crazy but true, people might just say
Another legend at 27 has gone too  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625229100087446?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625229100087446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625229100087446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625229100087446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625229100087446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/legend-at-27.html' title='Legend at 27'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625222032634974</id><published>2000-03-24T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:06.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>…yet I’m…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Moving, yet I’m still
Proud, yet I’m humble
Crazy, yet I’m normal
Ambiguous, yet I’m clear
Timid, yet I’m bold
Romantic, yet I’m cold
Open, yet I’m closed
Atheist, yet I’m a believer
Friendly, yet I’m a loner
Strong, yet I’m weak
Mature, yet I’m imbecile
Smart, yet I’m dumb
Failure, yet I’m successful
All this, yet I’m…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625222032634974?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625222032634974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625222032634974' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625222032634974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625222032634974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/yet-im.html' title='…yet I’m…'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625213949529127</id><published>2000-03-23T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:06.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lone Ranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Through ups and downs
Of life’s mountains and valleys
People come and go
But the lone ranger learns to go on

Sadness taken in stride
Flaunting the happiness and joys
The face reveals and hides at will
The expressions of life’s offerings

Success, like a fickle mistress
Failure, the misgivings of an unwilling bride
Tears the final frontier
For both sadness and joy

The soul lets out a silent scream
Amidst the din of mankind
The birth wish comes crumbling down
In rubble that none see

The lone ranger wanders alone
Searching a barren desert
The soul mate like a mirage appears
As the illusion mocks and laughs

All the achievement seems hollow
In a meaningless empty life
The lone ranger quenches the thirst
From the mirage’s last illusionary drop.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625213949529127?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625213949529127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625213949529127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625213949529127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625213949529127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/lone-ranger.html' title='The Lone Ranger'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625207688236038</id><published>2000-03-14T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:06.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Struggle within</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The known face becomes unknown
Like strangers they behave
The residue that’s remained
Looks mountainous to handle

The turmoil in relating
Confusion for the heart
Mind in a seesaw battle
The bias still telling

Hope is now the biggest enemy
The writing written on the wall
The soul torn to pieces
Severing ties the best option of all

A friendship too hard to handle
A love that never was
Self-destruction taking its toll
The joy seems lost forever

Finding it may be difficult
The walls are rebuilding
The notice for all to see
Heart wounded in action, no entry for love!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625207688236038?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625207688236038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625207688236038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625207688236038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625207688236038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/struggle-within.html' title='The Struggle within'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625201892548380</id><published>2000-03-13T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:06.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lonely Street</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Walking on a lonely street
Pacing slowly on aching feet
The flickering streetlights tell the tale
Of a time that had long gone stale

Can’t decipher the glory of the past
Or the present that had come at last
A future that is too bleak to see
Or a better life for all that is to be

Thousands have come and gone
Has left this street worn and alone
The tar reveals the wounded stones
No lights within the lamp shade cones

As though time had stood still
Awaiting the change in the citizen’s will
An historic location for people’s glare
No redressing had left it bare

Was it its fault it lasted so long?
Couldn’t have got worse for this furlong
A new tar coat would otherwise appear
Maybe ten times every year

Is it worth it to live forever?
In a life that’s more a lake than a river
All for a hope that things will be fine
The good old times will be back in line  

But the lonely street will always be
A historic place for all to see
All its feelings smashed beneath
The place that adorns the citizen’s wreath!

The flickering streetlights still tell the tale
Of a time that had long gone stale
Maybe time would yet stand still
As the lonely street awaits a change in the citizens will!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625201892548380?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625201892548380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625201892548380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625201892548380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625201892548380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/lonely-street.html' title='The Lonely Street'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625194371182861</id><published>2000-03-13T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:06.128-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Uncertain Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Oceans away
The land beckoned
To a future
That’s uncertain

Far away
Away from loved ones
Only pictures and memories
Of bygone times

A different culture
With ambient air of advancement
The underdeveloped fragrance
Of native soil still called

A longing to return
To the same old soil
Be with loved ones
Now the money didn’t mind

The caring and love
Money couldn’t buy
I’m back again now
The future still uncertain
But that’s fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625194371182861?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625194371182861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625194371182861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625194371182861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625194371182861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/uncertain-future.html' title='An Uncertain Future'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625181731771633</id><published>2000-03-07T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:06.022-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darker than Darkness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Waiting for the evening to set in
The darkness signaled the beginning
Of the night that was to be
Nothing special with this one
This sequence kept repeating

The wine so smooth washed out the fear
The impossible so much possible
So one thought
But the darkness changed not
Still going with the same vigor

The wine beginning to rule the body
The hand reached for another
Eyelids with the weight of stone
Unable to see the path
The darkness slowly setting in
In eyes that struggled to open

The conscious mind lost control
Darkness everywhere
Did midnight look so dark?
Body stone dead, with heavy breath
Still alive, vegetable like
Hmmm, the wine had done it again!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625181731771633?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625181731771633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625181731771633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625181731771633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625181731771633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/darker-than-darkness.html' title='Darker than Darkness'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625176368765783</id><published>2000-03-04T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:05.935-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cupid’s mischief</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Woman! What art thou?
A mystery! An enigma! A symbol!
You are a mission a man maketh
A sense of possession that he loveth

The poor man haseth lost
The wooing doth failed
The other men that thou lureth
Have fascinations for another

People in circles runneth
The love that each one seeketh
Fascination still stands above love
Cupid the mischief that he playeth

The years still passeth
Cupid will still do the trick
Wonder how many types of arrows he carryeth
Some for love! Some for the arranged!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625176368765783?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625176368765783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625176368765783' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625176368765783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625176368765783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/cupids-mischief.html' title='Cupid’s mischief'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625170464238294</id><published>2000-03-04T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:05.848-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m waiting…</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I’m waiting…
The train has long departed
I’m waiting…
The announcement blares through the sound system
I’m waiting…
Forgotten the purpose of my wait
I’m waiting…
Was I here to reach her or to receive?
I’m waiting…
People have come and gone, newer ones are already here
I’m waiting…
Strange she never came
I’m waiting…
Well she’s gonna come another hour late
I’m waiting…
Guess my hunger will have to hold on till then
And I’m still waiting…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625170464238294?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625170464238294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625170464238294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625170464238294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625170464238294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/03/im-waiting.html' title='I’m waiting…'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625143076438572</id><published>2000-02-21T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:05.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The beginning of a new end</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It seemed like the world had ended
It seemed like a new world had begun
Was it joy or was it pain
The confusion in the mind compounded

Her voice still ringing
All the words that she said
The smile that caused the flutter
Still flashed in my head

The heart is still very heavy
Can’t come to terms with it
It’ll be hard to hide the feelings
The next time that we meet

Oh lord! Why did it have to end this way?
Why does it always do?
Do I have to forever live hearing,
“There’s a better one for you”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625143076438572?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625143076438572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625143076438572' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625143076438572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625143076438572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/02/beginning-of-new-end.html' title='The beginning of a new end'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625164365359717</id><published>2000-02-21T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:05.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To the promise that was made</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The butt of the cigarette extinguished
The body free from the addiction
Couldn’t believe it could be done
To the promise that was made

The intoxication filled within
Brings out the courage that’s Dutch
What’s the use of all this
To the promise that was made

The mask pulled right over
No sullen look on the face
Learnt to hide the feelings
To the promise that was made

The ex factor attached to the relationship
Forever friends shall we be
Strange are the ways
To the promise that was made

The look of her face is ingrained
In the mind that can’t forget
But needs to move on in life
To the promise that was made

It’s hard not to think about it
It’s hard not to find her there
Need to understand her predicament
To the promise that was made

Another chapter is over
But the end is far from near
The book of life has to go on
To the promise that was made

The heart’s been broken twice
When will it ever learn to stop!
But it’ll need to find a new love
To the promise that was made &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625164365359717?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625164365359717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625164365359717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625164365359717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625164365359717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/02/to-promise-that-was-made.html' title='To the promise that was made'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625156854214328</id><published>2000-02-19T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:05.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rebirth of a Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;My soul's burning with divine pain
An entire lifetime has gone
About time I made more gain
For I need to go back and live

The newborn has arrived
But lost the memory
Of the decadence that thrived
In the soul that was guilty

Will lead a life of a soul that’s pleasant
Coz’ the memory will not inhibit the pain that was aplenty
And peace finally comes in the rebirth that’s present
But I know the strife between peace and guilt ne'er ends
Coz’ I’ll need to come back here, once again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625156854214328?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625156854214328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625156854214328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625156854214328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625156854214328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/02/rebirth-of-soul.html' title='The Rebirth of a Soul'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625148939625685</id><published>2000-02-11T20:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:05.584-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Darkened Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Poisoned and wounded
My soul cried woefully
The guilt that surrounded
The misdoings of yesterday

The beast in me decadent
The spiritual being torn
Curse on my soul evident
Hell’s waiting in anticipation

Down the gallows of hell led was I
For the sins that temptation wrought
This lifetime is to blame
For my soul’s at rest but sans peace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625148939625685?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625148939625685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625148939625685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625148939625685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625148939625685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/02/darkened-soul.html' title='The Darkened Soul'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625136537981421</id><published>2000-02-10T10:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:05.391-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Guitar</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;While my guitar gently weeps
A feeling of pain within creeps
The tune flows imminently in my veins
Intimately mixed with the sorrow of pains

The angst within reflects
Subtly through the musical riffs and clefs
My lyrics masked with a joyful face
Cheats the world from life’s sorrow case

Bye, Bye to my love I say
Promising myself I’ll never see her come what may
But my guitar still gently weeps
From the memory set way down deep

Can feel the crack, on my guitar, which once audiences regaled
It pains me to see its music curtailed
I wish I could give up this form of art
Alas! God has been cruel! This is my heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625136537981421?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625136537981421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625136537981421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625136537981421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625136537981421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/02/my-guitar_10.html' title='My Guitar'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625129776100786</id><published>2000-01-17T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:05.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Strange as it may be
Life has taken a different turn for me
I’m no longer human
I’m in a different land
Everything seems peaceful
Everything seems right
I wonder if I’m alive
Or did they take my life

No angel, no gods can I see
All that I knew is naïve
I happen to know everything
My existence is clearer now
My death, divine
My body limitless
Is this what they called heaven?
Or will I awake to a new sunshine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625129776100786?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625129776100786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625129776100786' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625129776100786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625129776100786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/2000/01/thought.html' title='A Thought'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112625122834150637</id><published>1999-10-06T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:05.115-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why this way?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Why I am this way?
Why am I not like them?
Why do I feel I’m not good?
Why do I feel this way?

Why don’t I tell her anyway?
Why don’t I pour my heart?
Why doesn’t she understand me?
Why does she behave that way?

Why do I do things I later regret?
Why do I do them over again?
Why do I want to finish myself?
Why has it to end this way?

Why am I still looking out for her?
Why don’t I reconcile and know it’s over?
Why does she keep coming back?
Why do I want to get away?

Why don’t I come face to face?
Why do I hide behind mails?
Why I am so scared of losing her?
Why do I yet act this way?

Why am I acting this way?
Why do I make pity my game?
Why do I write such self-defeating stuff?
Why do I behave this way?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112625122834150637?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112625122834150637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112625122834150637' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625122834150637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112625122834150637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/1999/10/why-this-way.html' title='Why this way?'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112619794025958523</id><published>1999-10-05T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:04.987-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lady of my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A blue whiff of peace
So silent and so calm
The sweet smile that lingers
To the beholder that sees

Almonds for eyes, in thoughtful state
Raven hair on dusky shoulders
Wonder why she appears pensive
Is it me or the world around
Is she lonely or self-content?
I seek to meet her and not succeed

I guess I’m not the one for her
But hope doesn’t let go
I’ll miss her I know I will
I have a while to go before I stop to weep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112619794025958523?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112619794025958523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112619794025958523' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619794025958523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619794025958523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/1999/10/lady-of-my-dreams.html' title='Lady of my dreams'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112619632008802403</id><published>1999-10-04T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:04.888-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Way</title><content type='html'>&lt;a name="_Toc496341306"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was passing one day
A lane I used everyday
Pondering away the time past
A stage in life I had come to last

Suddenly, I see the one I love
Walking, giggling, down the bough
I beckon her and she gives that smile
And gets my heart to stop a while

She looks for me through those almond eyes
I wonder is she had told me a bunch of lies
But the smirk can’t leave my face
It’s there until I reach my office place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112619632008802403?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112619632008802403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112619632008802403' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619632008802403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619632008802403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/1999/10/way.html' title='The Way'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112619623493247047</id><published>1999-10-04T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:04.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Life is meaningless, I sometimes think
All confusion, all stink
Logic, I know it doesn’t follow
Destiny I’m afraid, I can’t swallow

Is man a programmed being?
Or is he there for the gods seeing
I’m afraid to think that I’m a useless specimen
But I also know when I die; all they’ll say is Amen!

People are so superficial and materialistic
Materialism stretches across their lives as though some elastic
We run to the Supreme Being in times of trouble
I wonder whether it’s worth it amidst all the rubble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112619623493247047?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112619623493247047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112619623493247047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619623493247047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619623493247047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/1999/10/life.html' title='Life'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112619618099258710</id><published>1999-10-03T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:04.678-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alchemy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Alchemy, a sign of the times
Wizardry for one, magic for the other
Burned at the stake, or praised for ever

Visionary for some, devils for the other
Men are weird, they change with times
Kill the first and praise the other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112619618099258710?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112619618099258710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112619618099258710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619618099258710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619618099258710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/1999/10/alchemy.html' title='Alchemy'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112619609725769807</id><published>1999-09-29T20:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:04.578-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fear has gotten me I know
But I fear to take the fear out of me.
I’m so comfortable to live in fear
That a fearless me looks abnormal to me

I fear death, I fear life, I fear everything alright
Yet I fear that should I overcome my fear
There’d be nothing else to do
How fearful is such a world I say.

So I keep going on fearing everything in life
Fear is like my breath, or should I say my life
I’m running scared that If I have no fear
That’ll be the last day of my life, so I fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112619609725769807?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112619609725769807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112619609725769807' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619609725769807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619609725769807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/1999/09/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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-13891996.post-112619602856698234</id><published>1999-09-29T20:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T03:36:04.472-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Sometimes I feel, It wasn’t enough for me to be just born
I seem to be running for so long
In search of fame, fortune, companions et al.
I wonder whether I need them at all.

The World is an Illusion, they said,
I refused to believe it coz. I’d so much at stake
Then one day it dawned to me
I was wrong and had been caught in the Universal Melee.

Fight, as much as I may, I couldn’t release
The grip of half a century of ideas ingrained in me
Running away, sometimes I think is the solution
But how could a ‘brave’ man like me concede.

So I guess I’ll walk the same over treaded path
Till my death whether near or far
On my way will I join the raceFor fame, fortune, companions, and game.       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13891996-112619602856698234?l=mipoemas.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/feeds/112619602856698234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13891996&amp;postID=112619602856698234' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619602856698234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13891996/posts/default/112619602856698234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mipoemas.blogspot.com/1999/09/game.html' title='The Game'/><author><name>Jolvin Rodrigues</name><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></feed>
