<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817</id><updated>2009-10-16T01:26:44.847-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..SaNeLy..InSaNe..</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-3325501483315229955</id><published>2008-04-09T04:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:17:51.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..HYPOCRITS..</title><content type='html'>They say, they speak&lt;br /&gt;They form opinions&lt;br /&gt;criticize you, judge you&lt;br /&gt;On basis of what….they’re clueless!&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring themselves and concentrating elsewhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One sight and you feel sick in your gut&lt;br /&gt;Cause it does not make any sense&lt;br /&gt;And has no meaning&lt;br /&gt;Something’s are best left untouched&lt;br /&gt;But they don’t leave one bit&lt;br /&gt;They don’t leave you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying hard not to speak, as it would be of no use…you do at times&lt;br /&gt;Cause it’s hard, it’s difficult&lt;br /&gt;To just hear all that’s irrelevant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They preach and expect you to follow&lt;br /&gt;It’s beyond your capacity to understand&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning to the end&lt;br /&gt;It’s their game, an unfair game&lt;br /&gt;Hypocrisy has taken over&lt;br /&gt;And their rule exists&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-3325501483315229955?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3325501483315229955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=3325501483315229955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/3325501483315229955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/3325501483315229955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/hypocrits.html' title='..HYPOCRITS..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-9085796544817054094</id><published>2008-04-09T03:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T04:19:38.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..BLACK FAITH..</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This depression makes me sick&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;makes me want to clad myself full black to not even see my existence&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I want to wake up to remember nothing&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Its all blurry everything seems empty including him n me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;him who wants to see me smile and me who gives me hope &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The picture is clobbered for its a clash of thoughts and feelings creating a hushbush within me&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;calm yet hyper, two extremes striving to merge into one,yet refusing to accept each other&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;my heart melts making me feel soft&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;contradicting this is my steaming mind turning me brutal to me and all the other souls &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;how to define this is what i am trying to do &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;but with each progressing second it gets heavier on my whole body&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;turning me numb making me feel dumb cause i am clueless about my own feelingsits &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;all turning dark with each bark of my rushing thoughts &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;scary is what it sounds and appears &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;yet i am here sharing with the world for it consoles met hat i am not alone in this battle&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;it makes me light cause i have company while i fight against this constant rage&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;[the tilte is taken from the name of a boutique in Bombay called "Black Faith"..a friend told me about it and even got me a present...thanx krish:):)]&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-9085796544817054094?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/9085796544817054094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=9085796544817054094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/9085796544817054094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/9085796544817054094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/black-faith.html' title='..BLACK FAITH..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-2224361614552296594</id><published>2008-04-09T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T01:43:01.431-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..DEAD SCARLETT..</title><content type='html'>I wished to write this when the whole media hype would vanish form the Scarlett Keeling's rape and death case.&lt;br /&gt;The police, the government and the media have done their share (as they say) and now there are many many more just like this one going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is stupid to categorise people and judge crime.It could be anyone, a hippy, a goth or any damn person on this planet. Justice should be the same for all. There are people who live diferently cause they refuse to conform themselves to the society's norms or for various other reasons but this doesnt give us the fellow people, the government and the police to judge them and treat them with cruelty.Yes fiona leaving scarlett in a nation compeltely alien to scarlett is wrong but whether shes had 5 or 100 husbands that doesnt matter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all belongs to the root of it that no matter what, whetehr democracy or kingdom rule, for women its always the latter because we can never live the way we want.(And i have freedom as one of the topics in philosophy..freedom to do what we want?)... what a pitty!&lt;br /&gt;I mean a man's identity is never questioned when it comes to matters like these but in a snap a women's identity is questioned and shes scrutinized from each and every angle..&lt;br /&gt;We all have the right to live the way we want. This all belongs to the ancient times when mughals use to rape the Indian women while they were ruling and the women were made to put a red tikka n wear mangalsutra by their family for the sole purpose that since a woman is married she wont be attacked. But today no woman is spared whether she arrives totally inebriated to a bar at 3 in the morning or whether shes fully clad and is just walking on a street even in the afternoon, shes picked up by the hungry men who loose there humanity for their mere lusty satisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the "people", this is a case of a foolish mother who now regrets her deeds, whos sleepless nights are filled with the phrase "if only" constantly ringing in her head. But it could be anyone one of us women? anyones wife,daughter?&lt;br /&gt;Its very easy for others to blame women who expose cause they are inticing the men..&lt;br /&gt;Whether we women intice men or not, whether we are naked or fully clothed we are vulnerable each and evry moment even if we choose not be. What about a 2 month old small baby girl whos father rapes her.Will you blame her for lying naked on the bed when she doesnt even know what world she has stepped in when shes only 2 months and will know years later what a bastard her father is or will you question the fuked up world we are in?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has made allegations against Fiona and Scarlett being drug addicts. The question here:if it isnt for these politicians then how the hell are drugs even available?&lt;br /&gt;If we observe , "POLI" both police n politicians make each other.The police makes politicians by elcting them and the politicians make the police by loading them with money.Its a vicious cycle and all this has been going on for ages.&lt;br /&gt;This is just ONE RAPE CASE!!&lt;br /&gt;This case is just one among the infinite cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of blaming and pointing fingers and forming our narrow opinions why don't we all do something to change our selves.Society expects a girl to be docile and well mannerd and a boy to be aggressive and the result is these cases.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My request to evreyone is that its not easy to face something drastic when something goes wrong with ourselves but when its others then its all a matter of judgement and opinions. Society's so called "norms" and "rules" are created by us. For the betterment of this world and us its high timewe stop succumbing to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[This is to all the men and women who who have accused Fiona of being a bad mother and Scarlet of being an estrayed teenager]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOMEN: It's a shame on us for how you can even think fo blaming Fiona (imagine if it was your daughter even though she doesnt do drugs and does not indulge in sex)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MEN: Imagine being in a woman's shoes for one day,just one and you'll know that life from a man's living is not even an inch closer to a woman's living.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS IS TO ALL THE WOMEN WHO CONSTANTLY STRUGGLE EACH DAY AND STILL LIVE WITH A SMILE ON THEIR FACE!! AND TO YOUNG SCARLETT FOR SHE WAS TOO YOUNG TO REALISE!!&lt;br /&gt;PEACE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-2224361614552296594?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2224361614552296594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=2224361614552296594' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/2224361614552296594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/2224361614552296594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2008/04/dead-scarlett.html' title='..DEAD SCARLETT..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-2971925857481645124</id><published>2007-07-23T01:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-23T01:19:21.549-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..WANDERING PHOENIX..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#33ff33;"&gt;my story isn't short&lt;br /&gt;if i want i can go on and on&lt;br /&gt;rebelious is who i am&lt;br /&gt;and to question false beliefs&lt;br /&gt;am the first to stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the stray dog crushed under a car&lt;br /&gt;i'm begining to see my scars&lt;br /&gt;i've turned to crack&lt;br /&gt;i keep no track&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like the sudden spasm of pain when your veins are entangled&lt;br /&gt;i feel the same when am questioned&lt;br /&gt;physically am weak, emotionally am wrecked&lt;br /&gt;i've become phelgmatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spurned a million times&lt;br /&gt;but like 'phoenix'&lt;br /&gt;I’v risen again&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I wander&lt;br /&gt;No purpose no goal&lt;br /&gt;Just me n my mind&lt;br /&gt;Going places to places&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-2971925857481645124?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/2971925857481645124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=2971925857481645124' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/2971925857481645124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/2971925857481645124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/wandering-phoenix.html' title='..WANDERING PHOENIX..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-3319724756134897573</id><published>2007-07-23T01:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:08:45.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..RANDOM THOUGHTS..</title><content type='html'>high.....................been high ............... high on myslf.....&lt;br /&gt;my imaginary wings n the pink i hair......with florecent tips....n orange feet.....neatly groomed.....the purple birds sitting next to me.....&lt;br /&gt;while i make me another joint.....&lt;br /&gt;there comes my pink dragon who will save me frum the ills of the world&lt;br /&gt;n take me to the white wonderland&lt;br /&gt;sway me away back into the time where there existed none of us&lt;br /&gt;it was a trance&lt;br /&gt;the chirping birds sang their songs like jimi played as though he was invisible&lt;br /&gt;they flew with no objections&lt;br /&gt;randomly carried along with the wind were the flowers n&lt;br /&gt;trees&lt;br /&gt; the leaves never fell from the branches , glued to their fellow bearer, where sun rose in harmony n the moon with pride&lt;br /&gt;the sunrays scattered with freedom the waves crashed in peace&lt;br /&gt;the sky looked colorful n happy the thought made me happy&lt;br /&gt;as th breeze took me away&lt;br /&gt;my feet sunk in sand my body felt light&lt;br /&gt;my soul felt light my mind at ease my skin so soft&lt;br /&gt;smile on my face&lt;br /&gt;as i made me another joint&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-3319724756134897573?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/3319724756134897573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=3319724756134897573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/3319724756134897573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/3319724756134897573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/random-thoughts.html' title='..RANDOM THOUGHTS..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-5259365140308929829</id><published>2007-07-01T10:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T10:49:19.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..HOPE..</title><content type='html'>everyone wants to be loved cared appreciated hugged n kissed we all want to feel protected n be understood some recieve it some dont some feel it some dont it's hard for those who dont, to let go they put a smile on their face and rot from beneath cause they dont want the pitty from others but acception u dont have it neither do i u'v been wondering n as i type this am wodering too i cant figure it out maybe cause my mind isn't working or maybe cause its working way too much im confused&lt;br /&gt;i cried n screamt but invain i dont want to think although am thinking i want to feel bt am numb i want to be strong bt am weak hw to move on i dont know it scares me i want to laugh bt i cant stop crying&lt;br /&gt;n nw at this point i can typ no more cause am loosing out on words bt as i end this just one thing dt i know will remain mine is HOPE n am livin on itcause there's nutin els i cn live on&lt;br /&gt;wt we want n dont want is upto usppl n things affect r life fr sure bt then hope is sumtin that noone cn take from anyone i learnt it th very very hard wayn from hopeless i turned to be hopeful.....................wishing i cn always n forever.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-5259365140308929829?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5259365140308929829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=5259365140308929829' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/5259365140308929829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/5259365140308929829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2007/07/hope.html' title='..HOPE..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-7561557983580610608</id><published>2007-07-01T10:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-01T10:45:24.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..LOVE..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#993399;"&gt;From the time I met you&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been on this constant high&lt;br /&gt;You’re my drug&lt;br /&gt;The drug that takes me away from all my sorrows&lt;br /&gt;And brings a smile upon my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re someone I had not imagined to be with&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know whether its destiny or fate&lt;br /&gt;I feel lucky&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time I am in your arms&lt;br /&gt;I feel protected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You make me so happy&lt;br /&gt;You make me laugh&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You give me desires&lt;br /&gt;You give me hope&lt;br /&gt;You’re my ecstasy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the flowers that blossom with the morning dew&lt;br /&gt;My face glows with you’re one glance&lt;br /&gt;I feel the adrenaline rush when I’m with you&lt;br /&gt;And when you’re away I’m eager to be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your charm is mesmerizing&lt;br /&gt;Your words take me into the fantasy world&lt;br /&gt;Where everything is bright&lt;br /&gt;Makes me want to stay there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am running out of words to describe my feelings&lt;br /&gt;Cause as I said I’m on this constant high&lt;br /&gt;I’m high on you&lt;br /&gt;It’s difficult to hold even if I wish to&lt;br /&gt;Cause&lt;br /&gt;I’m falling in love with you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-7561557983580610608?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-5869193519526958523</id><published>2007-06-07T02:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T01:12:42.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..EMPTY..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything so weird&lt;br /&gt;everything so still&lt;br /&gt;everyone so same&lt;br /&gt;there’s nothing that’s real&lt;br /&gt;all that’s going is fake&lt;br /&gt;cause everyone does it for sake&lt;br /&gt;no helping hand with a smile,world’s just blind&lt;br /&gt;they are walking like dead souls without any goals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it’s all so crowded with no one of trust&lt;br /&gt;cause it’s for just&lt;br /&gt;just for the sake&lt;br /&gt;just to say&lt;br /&gt;just to be&lt;br /&gt;just to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here’s what I have to say&lt;br /&gt;open your eyes and see the world at bay&lt;br /&gt;it’s insanity to say you love someone&lt;br /&gt;cause you are not going to be the one&lt;br /&gt;all the rules are broken everyone’s shaken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;reality bites truth dies&lt;br /&gt;nothing to say&lt;br /&gt;nothing to show&lt;br /&gt;nothing to see&lt;br /&gt;nothing to see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-5869193519526958523?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/5869193519526958523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=5869193519526958523' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/5869193519526958523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/5869193519526958523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2007/06/blog-post.html' title='..EMPTY..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-4213529994906559565</id><published>2007-06-07T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T02:03:09.807-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..PAHELI..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Who you are no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Where you live is unknown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re called “god, the creator”&lt;br /&gt;And you perform different roles in the name of Shiva, Jesus, Allah&lt;br /&gt;And many unknown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray to you, bow down to you and you’ll shower blessings&lt;br /&gt;Is the belief followed by umpteen souls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious are they to see you&lt;br /&gt;Although you’re identity is unknown!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave rise to prayers&lt;br /&gt;And have so many for you in different ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave rise to religion&lt;br /&gt;Which has created divisions&lt;br /&gt;Cause they who call themselves religious&lt;br /&gt;Want to protect you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re appearance is visible in numerous ways&lt;br /&gt;Yet you’re invisible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you’re the only one…&lt;br /&gt;Yet they have made you in multiple ways!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re a mystery that cannot be explored&lt;br /&gt;Which is again a mystery&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;“God knows when you’ll be known”!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-4213529994906559565?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4213529994906559565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=4213529994906559565' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/4213529994906559565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/4213529994906559565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2007/06/paheli.html' title='..PAHELI..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-8988222736241903473</id><published>2007-03-30T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T01:31:12.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>..EMBARRASSMENT..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;The embarrassment you face, no one knows&lt;br /&gt;Why always me? Is all you want to know.&lt;br /&gt;Beneath, there’s something hidden,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a wish, a wish to change&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hype created around spoken words&lt;br /&gt;The thoughts thought and the speeches made&lt;br /&gt;A rule declared&lt;br /&gt;But….you feel its incongruity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afraid your thoughts will not be heard&lt;br /&gt;Try to speak, but when given a chance&lt;br /&gt;You stay silent and eschew the questioning glances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, with no justification,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not justified, or so they say&lt;br /&gt;You become deterrent.&lt;br /&gt;Your tendency to vacillate is the cause,&lt;br /&gt;Or so you think&lt;br /&gt; But it all disappears in a blink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their logic is a temptation, hard to resist,&lt;br /&gt;And so, you give in.&lt;br /&gt;Along the horizon, all’s vague.&lt;br /&gt;Regret, contaminates your soul,&lt;br /&gt;For an opportunity lost, to make your voice heard.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it’s complicated,&lt;br /&gt;For all that appears is unthinkable,&lt;br /&gt;Unreasonable and against the grain,&lt;br /&gt;Yet acceptable….to most,&lt;br /&gt;But in conducive to all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However….you let go,&lt;br /&gt;For this, to some, is the only truth&lt;br /&gt;And it’s all here to stay.&lt;br /&gt;Accepting it isn’t the solution&lt;br /&gt;But a co-existence may,&lt;br /&gt;Make the embarrassment easier to face.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-8988222736241903473?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/8988222736241903473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=8988222736241903473' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/8988222736241903473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/8988222736241903473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2007/03/embarrassment.html' title='..EMBARRASSMENT..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-117016606837406683</id><published>2007-01-30T06:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:09:51.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..AN ORPHAN'S CRY..</title><content type='html'>Maa, i dream of you, i cry for you&lt;br /&gt;i ponder all day long why i don’t have you&lt;br /&gt;i hate all, cause i see the crowd&lt;br /&gt;but you’re missing&lt;br /&gt;envy is all i do, when i see those&lt;br /&gt;several mothers, but not you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where you are i don’t know&lt;br /&gt;but i cry for so&lt;br /&gt;i want to carry on&lt;br /&gt;but cannot without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maa, without you i see nothing, all is blurry&lt;br /&gt;i crave for you&lt;br /&gt;like a dieing soul for his life&lt;br /&gt;all I think is this but&lt;br /&gt;when will it come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;waiting for so long I’m not tierd&lt;br /&gt;since I’m anxious for you&lt;br /&gt;i wish to break the shell&lt;br /&gt;and see you appear&lt;br /&gt;cause your appearance&lt;br /&gt;will give me vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maa, I’ve not seen you&lt;br /&gt;just heard about you&lt;br /&gt;from those who have seen and been&lt;br /&gt;with you&lt;br /&gt;and they’re so privileged&lt;br /&gt;cause they had the opportunity&lt;br /&gt;which i don’t&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maa, i am here, where are you?&lt;br /&gt;this question will be unanswered all my life&lt;br /&gt;i know&lt;br /&gt;but i did, i do and will continue to&lt;br /&gt;wait for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear maa,&lt;br /&gt;i am helpless without you&lt;br /&gt;i need you&lt;br /&gt;please come to me&lt;br /&gt;and make my dream come true!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-117016606837406683?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/117016606837406683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=117016606837406683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/117016606837406683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/117016606837406683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2007/01/orphans-cry.html' title='..AN ORPHAN&apos;S CRY..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-116395202329206599</id><published>2006-11-19T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T06:10:38.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..ING..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;It’s complicating and suffocating&lt;br /&gt;am hallucinating it’s breathtaking&lt;br /&gt;all faking and no talking but only complaining&lt;br /&gt;No sharing no gaining&lt;br /&gt;You’re betraying and not defeating anyone in this gaming&lt;br /&gt;it’s all beating, all hating&lt;br /&gt;and it’s stating the cause of breaking&lt;br /&gt;no appreciating it’s devastating&lt;br /&gt;no understanding only discriminating&lt;br /&gt;patronizing, dramatizing no sacrificing no realizing&lt;br /&gt;it’s horrifying to recognize everything that’s left behind&lt;br /&gt;Supervising the insignified&lt;br /&gt;Telling everyone to step aside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-116395202329206599?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/116395202329206599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=116395202329206599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/116395202329206599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/116395202329206599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2006/11/ing.html' title='..ING..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-116395172018767822</id><published>2006-11-19T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T08:06:39.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..NEEDLES..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you feel&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know how to explain&lt;br /&gt;all that you feel is in vain&lt;br /&gt;you stand by yourself in this lonely night&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know who to wait for&lt;br /&gt;you don’t know where to look&lt;br /&gt;you can’t feel a thing, you just can’t think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel the needles that pass through, break you, and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you’re like these lonely stars&lt;br /&gt;whom millions see and forget&lt;br /&gt;you feel beneath contempt&lt;br /&gt;no soul of your own&lt;br /&gt;It’s captured by others, you’re really alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel the needles that pass through, break you, and hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you stand here once again&lt;br /&gt;don’t know anyone passing by&lt;br /&gt;you want to say a lot but have no words&lt;br /&gt;or may be its the guts that seem to go away&lt;br /&gt;sometimes it’s like these feelings that get to your mind&lt;br /&gt;it makes you want to kill yourself&lt;br /&gt;you’re miserable, you’re being axed&lt;br /&gt;being pushed over the limit, beyond the edge&lt;br /&gt;not being heard but ignored, being suppressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you feel the needles that pass through, break you, hurt you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you’re dieing within yourself&lt;br /&gt;the picture was blurry you wish&lt;br /&gt;you close your eyes and see yourself&lt;br /&gt;fading away, straying away&lt;br /&gt;feeling the needles that pass through you, break you, that hurt you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-116395172018767822?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/116395172018767822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=116395172018767822' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/116395172018767822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/116395172018767822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2006/11/needles.html' title='..NEEDLES..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-116395139275533927</id><published>2006-11-19T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-19T07:49:52.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..fUcK..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#33ff33;"&gt;FUCK MUSIC.FUCK ART.FUCK COMERCIALISM. FUCK POLITRIX.FUCK FREEDOM.FUCK UNIFORMS. FUCK UNITY.FUCK TV.FUCK PC.FUCK RADIO. FUCK AUTHORITY.FUCK CLASS.FUCK VIOLENCE. FUCK PACIFISM.FUCK GREED.FUCK $.FUCK PRIDE. FUCK HERITAGE.FUCK CONSUMERISM.FUCK TERRORISM. FUCK GUN CONTROL.FUCK GLORY.FUCK FLAGS. FUCK IT.FUCK ME.FUCK YOU.FUCK EVERYTHING. ...THERE IS NO TRUTH BUT WHAT YOU KNOW...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-116395139275533927?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/116395139275533927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=116395139275533927' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/116395139275533927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/37076817/posts/default/116395139275533927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/2006/11/fuck.html' title='..fUcK..'/><author><name>paralysedsoul</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16107079006181464491</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07322997674382206219'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-116265400208327663</id><published>2006-11-04T07:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-02T12:35:32.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MY LOST MIND!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;so i had a tierin day....n then to relax i went fr a cuppa coffee with a friend..just as am leavin the cafe i get a call frum my sis...to pick hr up frum hr friends place(her friends b'day party ws over)&lt;br /&gt;so i bid adieu to moi friend n zoom to pick up my sis......why zoom...had plans to go ou partyin..so wanted to get home on time to dress up n blah blah!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways...so i pick up my sis..n then head to the market to buy some stuff...so far alls good...except the insane traffic..DAMN!! goa's population is increasing!!..so i get my way thru...overtaking..(which aint new)..n reach the supermarket...we enter n i go the toiletries rack...N start chekin ou the different shampoos....finally i did get one!! aftera lotta scrutinizing...i just wanted that smells good...N this one does!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pay the bill......n move ou...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw...........i start the bike n ride!! i heard my sis shout bt i passed it off...(considering that we keep arguing so will do it later)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;again am fighting thru the traffic....hopin to reach home ASAP.....then i remembr that while i was in the supermarket my mum had called me...askin me to pick p a coupla things ...groceries n stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i thought to myself that id ask my sis to get off the bike n purchase all the required stuff...while i wait outside!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nw i do stop N tell my sis to go n do the needfull...bt alls silent....no response......soi talk again....the prevailing silence nw started to scare me...so i turn around n ....am shocked to see that there's no one behind!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my heart was in my mouth...i panicked(nutin like this ever happend to me before)....my sis aint behind me...when she is suppose to be....i thought she fell off the bike...why i would think this...i still havent figured out.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reach to my take ou my cell...(it was in my bag...dont like to be bothered when am ridin....)&lt;br /&gt;n there i have a coupla missed calls frum hr...i call back....N....yeah she hadnt sat on the bike..when we were at the supermarket....HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA&lt;br /&gt;she was shoutin ou to me to stop n taek her along.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i laughed out loud...altough i was panicking at the same time!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt fir me n stuff...bt laughed herself.....i was so fukin lost in my thoughts that i didnt realise.....entire way she wasnt behind me on the bike....she boarded the bus to get home...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later i narrate the whole incident to my maa....which she already knew....since she spoke to my sis over the phone....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we had such a hearty laugh.....then i get a message frum sis....sayin...thats the reason u should ask the person sittin behind u on the bike...whether he or she is ok...n comfortable!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah i do agree with her....so lesson learnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bt........WHAT WAS I THINKING??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-116265400208327663?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37076817.post-116257233956307563</id><published>2006-11-03T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T10:16:40.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>..ME..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I’m here writing these lines&lt;br /&gt;I don’t care if they don’t rhyme&lt;br /&gt;want to know more,what’s within my core&lt;br /&gt;wonder what went wrong, what can go wrong&lt;br /&gt;It’s like a cobweb in my head&lt;br /&gt;I can’t sleep when I’m in bed&lt;br /&gt;the world dosen’t care I’m in despair&lt;br /&gt;people keep talking I’m just walking&lt;br /&gt;thinking what’s there ahead of me&lt;br /&gt;who am I who can I be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These thoughts in my head I dread&lt;br /&gt;are like unstable waves&lt;br /&gt;building these human graves&lt;br /&gt;to this question there is no answer&lt;br /&gt;if I knew who I am I wouldn’t wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what lies beneath me I don’t feel&lt;br /&gt;I’ve begun to feel that wounds don’t heal&lt;br /&gt;I just bare the pain of not knowing anything&lt;br /&gt;the more I go deeper it’s like fever&lt;br /&gt;when you become so weak and handicapped&lt;br /&gt;It’s all so packed&lt;br /&gt;I want to unfold so it can be told&lt;br /&gt;how much i am suffering while I’m preparing&lt;br /&gt;I’ve no clue it’s stuck like glue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/37076817-116257233956307563?l=paralysedsoul.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paralysedsoul.blogspot.com/feeds/116257233956307563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=37076817&amp;postID=116257233956307563' title='0 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