<?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-8012638698268086551</id><updated>2010-02-25T06:44:48.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Break My Heart</title><subtitle type='html'>Nomadic ramblings of a claustrophobic introvert</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-1455820667466415715</id><published>2010-02-11T13:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T13:16:20.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Dream, A Glimpse</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It was a dream&lt;br /&gt;But we were happy there&lt;br /&gt;We soared through the air&lt;br /&gt;On clouds of yesteryear&lt;br /&gt;Splashed down in the Hudson&lt;br /&gt;You were drenched&lt;br /&gt;I gave you my shirt&lt;br /&gt;Kites were still painting&lt;br /&gt;The bluest of skies&lt;br /&gt;Holding hands, that stolen kiss&lt;br /&gt;Under bridges of Central Park&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of human waves&lt;br /&gt;I got lost in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;We took off again&lt;br /&gt;Up Broadway this time&lt;br /&gt;Walking below glowing lights&lt;br /&gt;Cars zipped past&lt;br /&gt;People passed by&lt;br /&gt;It didn't bother us, we knew&lt;br /&gt;That time was on our side&lt;br /&gt;The moon stood high&lt;br /&gt;Up past his bedtime&lt;br /&gt;Lighting our path&lt;br /&gt;Away from city lights&lt;br /&gt;The night was ours&lt;br /&gt;But it was short-lived&lt;br /&gt;As the sun came around again,&lt;br /&gt;Her warmth a rosy kiss&lt;br /&gt;On your perfect skin,&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in my room&lt;br /&gt;Shades drawn, empty bed,&lt;br /&gt;Only a glimpse of you&lt;br /&gt;In the recesses of my mind&lt;br /&gt;Poets have often wondered&lt;br /&gt;What heaven is like&lt;br /&gt;They each disagree&lt;br /&gt;But if I had a choice&lt;br /&gt;It would be eternity&lt;br /&gt;With you by my side.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-1455820667466415715?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/1455820667466415715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=1455820667466415715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/1455820667466415715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/1455820667466415715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2010/02/dream-glimpse.html' title='A Dream, A Glimpse'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-1325777561413791698</id><published>2010-01-10T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-10T17:00:00.913-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Woman of Action</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Woman of action&lt;br /&gt;Breath of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;Words now prosaic&lt;br /&gt;We have plenty to spare&lt;br /&gt;Words, they end up&lt;br /&gt;In pages in books&lt;br /&gt;History framed by&lt;br /&gt;Victors, cowards and crooks&lt;br /&gt;But actions, they often&lt;br /&gt;Change this selfish world&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes for the better&lt;br /&gt;They're banners unfurled&lt;br /&gt;Still I prefer action&lt;br /&gt;Its conduits though rare&lt;br /&gt;When words became useless,&lt;br /&gt;We had plenty to spare.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-1325777561413791698?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/1325777561413791698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=1325777561413791698&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/1325777561413791698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/1325777561413791698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2010/01/woman-of-action.html' title='Woman of Action'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-2624604424315375753</id><published>2009-11-19T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T07:21:21.656-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Silence, my dear old friend&lt;br /&gt;The only one who ever understood me&lt;br /&gt;I've felt your pain, traveling the world&lt;br /&gt;Looking for a place to rest your weary soul&lt;br /&gt;But alas, no place that hasn't left you&lt;br /&gt;Beaten, bruised, broken - the suckling child,&lt;br /&gt;The dripping water, the chirping lark -&lt;br /&gt;They've betrayed you, and, much like me,&lt;br /&gt;Your only lover has been loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;The harlot that's shared many beds.&lt;br /&gt;So I call to you, my dear old friend - &lt;br /&gt;Come lay your head down beside mine&lt;br /&gt;I'll forget all my worthless words,&lt;br /&gt;Breathing quietly only when imperative&lt;br /&gt;So that you may find some rest here&lt;br /&gt;And so will I, if the cosmos grants it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-2624604424315375753?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-4864618394334238676</id><published>2009-08-02T07:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T07:17:36.468-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='haiku'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Love / a Haiku</title><content type='html'>Love is a pink dress&lt;br /&gt;And the girl more radiant&lt;br /&gt;Than sunlight itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-4864618394334238676?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/4864618394334238676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=4864618394334238676&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/4864618394334238676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/4864618394334238676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2009/08/love-haiku.html' title='Love / a Haiku'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-5004362969806072300</id><published>2009-05-01T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T02:35:00.271-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Cynic Within</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;In the silence of the night&lt;br /&gt;I hear echoes of my mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Time moves backwards&lt;br /&gt;Mocking my indiscretions&lt;br /&gt;And as the distant sirens&lt;br /&gt;Fade into irrelevance,&lt;br /&gt;The creaking chair reminds me&lt;br /&gt;I am as I've always been&lt;br /&gt;My only companion resting&lt;br /&gt;As I lay wide awake&lt;br /&gt;Is it late or is it early?&lt;br /&gt;I can't tell anymore&lt;br /&gt;Even sleep is deceiving&lt;br /&gt;My body's stopped healing&lt;br /&gt;And rest is a luxury&lt;br /&gt;That money can't buy&lt;br /&gt;Indulged in my comforts,&lt;br /&gt;I still lay restless&lt;br /&gt;The sheets are undone&lt;br /&gt;And I'm uninspired&lt;br /&gt;The words are forced,&lt;br /&gt;The emotions complacent&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing hope or perhaps&lt;br /&gt;Acknowledging that fact&lt;br /&gt;It's the same process&lt;br /&gt;Every night these days&lt;br /&gt;Maybe hope has abandoned&lt;br /&gt;The cynic within and&lt;br /&gt;All that remains is me,&lt;br /&gt;The same I've always been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-5004362969806072300?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/5004362969806072300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=5004362969806072300&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/5004362969806072300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/5004362969806072300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2009/05/cynic-within.html' title='The Cynic Within'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-6270593045577334015</id><published>2009-01-24T09:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T09:00:00.346-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Raindrops On My Window</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;It's like the pattering of tiny feet,&lt;br /&gt;That slightly obnoxious sound Christmas morning&lt;br /&gt;When the antsy nieces and nephews run down&lt;br /&gt;The wooden halls and stairs to see,&lt;br /&gt;They want to know the culmination, the&lt;br /&gt;Final results of the test of naughty or nice,&lt;br /&gt;Whether last month's good deeds outweighed the year's bad&lt;br /&gt;And find out what their reward for that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet as you listen closely, you realize that&lt;br /&gt;Their true excitement lies not in overwrought notions of worth&lt;br /&gt;But in the simplicity of hope and the hope of joy,&lt;br /&gt;Carried to my piqued ears, as they try to sneak by&lt;br /&gt;And just as those excited footsteps&lt;br /&gt;I am welcomed this morning by rain&lt;br /&gt;Though her intention, as theirs, was never to wake me&lt;br /&gt;I am amused by her whispering all the same.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-6270593045577334015?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/6270593045577334015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=6270593045577334015&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6270593045577334015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6270593045577334015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2009/01/raindrops-on-my-window.html' title='Raindrops On My Window'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-5329916042000430831</id><published>2008-09-30T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T14:40:03.930-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Beginning Of Fall</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Fall begins&lt;br /&gt;And so does my descent&lt;br /&gt;Into loneliness;&lt;br /&gt;The hibernation&lt;br /&gt;Of my heart and soul&lt;br /&gt;To make it through&lt;br /&gt;Another year&lt;br /&gt;I don't have much longer&lt;br /&gt;Just a few more days&lt;br /&gt;Save me if you will&lt;br /&gt;But the cost&lt;br /&gt;Is much too high&lt;br /&gt;I doubt it's even&lt;br /&gt;Worth your while&lt;br /&gt;But it's alright&lt;br /&gt;I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;Just a few months&lt;br /&gt;Out of the year&lt;br /&gt;To go underground&lt;br /&gt;Hide from the world&lt;br /&gt;And wait for things&lt;br /&gt;To hopefully change&lt;br /&gt;And begin anew&lt;br /&gt;When the sun warms again&lt;br /&gt;And love, she returns&lt;br /&gt;To her anxious forlorn.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-5329916042000430831?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/5329916042000430831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=5329916042000430831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='text'>The Uncertainty Of It All</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;There's this uncertainty, you know,&lt;br /&gt;The kind that wakes you up at night&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of dreams or otherwise&lt;br /&gt;And you can't quite breathe&lt;br /&gt;You're not heaving, no, but you feel&lt;br /&gt;As though these might be the last ones,&lt;br /&gt;The few remaining breaths that&lt;br /&gt;Will ever enter into your lungs before&lt;br /&gt;You leave this shallow frame behind&lt;br /&gt;It's hallucinatory, perhaps,&lt;br /&gt;Confusing mostly, for you don't know&lt;br /&gt;And you don't understand anything&lt;br /&gt;There's a lack of clarity and sanity&lt;br /&gt;Your thoughts rotate in circles&lt;br /&gt;Around your perplexed head, and&lt;br /&gt;Everything feels like it'll end&lt;br /&gt;Unless you make the right decision&lt;br /&gt;But what the hell is that anyway?&lt;br /&gt;There is no wrong or right, I feel&lt;br /&gt;That there is no way of knowing,&lt;br /&gt;Just guessing, but then how do you choose?&lt;br /&gt;I'm paralyzed, and I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to escape from this situation&lt;br /&gt;But escape I must as there isn't&lt;br /&gt;An alternate option left for me&lt;br /&gt;Either I choose correctly, and&lt;br /&gt;Sleep lulls me back into her sweet arms&lt;br /&gt;Or I battle against my constitution&lt;br /&gt;Till the sun conquers the darkness&lt;br /&gt;Outside my curtains this night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that I've played&lt;br /&gt;This game plenty of nights before&lt;br /&gt;And I've chosen differently each time&lt;br /&gt;Yet I still find no rest for my soul&lt;br /&gt;Until I am graced by the morning light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-6733137083479800581?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-478870658037011656</id><published>2008-08-28T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T13:30:02.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Photographer's Dilemma</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I am getting lost&lt;br /&gt;In the semblances of reality&lt;br /&gt;Beginning to question&lt;br /&gt;This illusion of beauty&lt;br /&gt;And wondering,&lt;br /&gt;Wondering whether&lt;br /&gt;Destruction is wrong or right&lt;br /&gt;Because, honestly,&lt;br /&gt;I destroy her face every time&lt;br /&gt;I wipe out everything&lt;br /&gt;That wouldn't belong&lt;br /&gt;According to Mr. Perfect himself&lt;br /&gt;But we're not perfect&lt;br /&gt;I'm not perfect&lt;br /&gt;So why do I remove them,&lt;br /&gt;The blemishes that make&lt;br /&gt;Her face truly unique?&lt;br /&gt;I mean, isn't that beauty?&lt;br /&gt;The details, the marks that&lt;br /&gt;Really set you apart&lt;br /&gt;From them, those other girls&lt;br /&gt;Who take the money&lt;br /&gt;And don't care as to&lt;br /&gt;Whether or not&lt;br /&gt;It's really them in the end&lt;br /&gt;No there's no beauty&lt;br /&gt;Left anymore&lt;br /&gt;The media teaches them&lt;br /&gt;That they can be...&lt;br /&gt;Just like everyone else&lt;br /&gt;When did individuality&lt;br /&gt;Become conformity? It's&lt;br /&gt;Deception to the highest degree&lt;br /&gt;And I'm a dupe&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we're all dupes&lt;br /&gt;Cause we've bought into it&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting the truth about beauty&lt;br /&gt;No, not some nonsense&lt;br /&gt;About the beholder's eye&lt;br /&gt;But the reason why&lt;br /&gt;We appreciate what we see&lt;br /&gt;It's because there's purity&lt;br /&gt;And as the Savior once said&lt;br /&gt;Purity comes from the heart&lt;br /&gt;It's not another coat you put on&lt;br /&gt;Or something you stumble upon&lt;br /&gt;It's a whole new breed&lt;br /&gt;Of thought, and so I say&lt;br /&gt;When we find our way again,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'll return then&lt;br /&gt;And try to reframe&lt;br /&gt;My state of mind&lt;br /&gt;But as for now, I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;With no hope for salvation&lt;br /&gt;From this state of mine&lt;br /&gt;So forgive me as I&lt;br /&gt;Say my goodbye&lt;br /&gt;And enter into exile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-478870658037011656?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/478870658037011656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=478870658037011656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/478870658037011656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/478870658037011656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/08/photographers-dilemma.html' title='The Photographer&apos;s Dilemma'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-6121226393884161408</id><published>2008-08-26T00:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T02:36:37.997-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Way I See You</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I love the way that&lt;br /&gt;Your nose wrinkles up&lt;br /&gt;And your eyes look like&lt;br /&gt;They're almost shut&lt;br /&gt;Every time you smile&lt;br /&gt;It's a tragedy really&lt;br /&gt;Since you have the most&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful golden eyes&lt;br /&gt;I've ever seen, especially&lt;br /&gt;When they get that&lt;br /&gt;Twinkle, that sparkle&lt;br /&gt;And you smile, knowing&lt;br /&gt;That you've made me do&lt;br /&gt;Something I would never do&lt;br /&gt;In front of you for&lt;br /&gt;I tend to live mostly&lt;br /&gt;Inside my own head&lt;br /&gt;But you claim your victory,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving me on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Begging for more, honey,&lt;br /&gt;More of you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But they don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;This world thinks you're&lt;br /&gt;Just a silly girl&lt;br /&gt;For they don't know you&lt;br /&gt;Like I do, and&lt;br /&gt;They don't see you&lt;br /&gt;The way I do&lt;br /&gt;So climb on up, my love&lt;br /&gt;And live inside me&lt;br /&gt;Wear the crown that&lt;br /&gt;Most queens would envy&lt;br /&gt;As you sit on the throne&lt;br /&gt;Of this lovesick heart&lt;br /&gt;And wait it out till&lt;br /&gt;We're ready to show them all&lt;br /&gt;What it is we're worth&lt;br /&gt;For, honey, we're worth it all&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-7934785439578315966</id><published>2008-07-16T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T02:00:01.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>The Halfway Prince</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Really, anything&lt;br /&gt;Would be better&lt;br /&gt;Than to wait here&lt;br /&gt;And wonder what you'll say&lt;br /&gt;Wading through self-doubt&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day&lt;br /&gt;And knowing&lt;br /&gt;I'm not good enough for you&lt;br /&gt;So I'll hide away&lt;br /&gt;From emotion, and&lt;br /&gt;Keep the world at bay&lt;br /&gt;Cause, honestly,&lt;br /&gt;You don't want to be&lt;br /&gt;Inside my head,&lt;br /&gt;This land of hypocrisy,&lt;br /&gt;Well I made my bed here&lt;br /&gt;And I'll lie in it&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the moments&lt;br /&gt;To pass ever slowly&lt;br /&gt;Patience has become&lt;br /&gt;The thorn in my hide&lt;br /&gt;I'm learning to ignore it&lt;br /&gt;But I'll just keep playing&lt;br /&gt;A little bit longer&lt;br /&gt;Watch those nearest&lt;br /&gt;Wither away, and&lt;br /&gt;When everyone's gone,&lt;br /&gt;I'll retreat in a day,&lt;br /&gt;Saying goodbye to reality,&lt;br /&gt;Embracing true lunacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the halfway prince&lt;br /&gt;Living between these worlds&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I want,&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;For I'm rejected by both.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;A grain of sand&lt;br /&gt;In comparison&lt;br /&gt;To the solar system,&lt;br /&gt;But truly,&lt;br /&gt;That doesn't even&lt;br /&gt;Begin to explain it&lt;br /&gt;Yet all the same,&lt;br /&gt;I partake in&lt;br /&gt;This communion&lt;br /&gt;With the eternal&lt;br /&gt;It's transcendent,&lt;br /&gt;This feeling, yet&lt;br /&gt;Real in every way&lt;br /&gt;It's a time&lt;br /&gt;Where neither&lt;br /&gt;The past&lt;br /&gt;Nor the future&lt;br /&gt;Matter one bit&lt;br /&gt;Every passing moment&lt;br /&gt;Is an eternity&lt;br /&gt;In itself,&lt;br /&gt;One that fades&lt;br /&gt;Rather quickly&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost and found,&lt;br /&gt;Lost and found again,&lt;br /&gt;Like the waves&lt;br /&gt;That form and reform,&lt;br /&gt;Yet in that&lt;br /&gt;Redundancy&lt;br /&gt;Lies my identity,&lt;br /&gt;Therein lies&lt;br /&gt;My hope and salvation,&lt;br /&gt;My sanity even&lt;br /&gt;For, if not&lt;br /&gt;For those moments,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't be&lt;br /&gt;The man I am today&lt;br /&gt;I couldn't be&lt;br /&gt;What I'm called to be&lt;br /&gt;It's grace, really,&lt;br /&gt;That helps me&lt;br /&gt;See clearly&lt;br /&gt;In those moments,&lt;br /&gt;Real moments,&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't&lt;br /&gt;Have it&lt;br /&gt;Any other way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-3157979067367577699?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/3157979067367577699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=3157979067367577699&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/3157979067367577699'/><link rel='self' 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haven't been&lt;br /&gt;For a long time&lt;br /&gt;But this memory skin&lt;br /&gt;Keeps wanting to feel&lt;br /&gt;You once more&lt;br /&gt;To remember again&lt;br /&gt;What it felt like&lt;br /&gt;To be loved&lt;br /&gt;And to hold love&lt;br /&gt;In my arms&lt;br /&gt;No, all that's left&lt;br /&gt;Are pillow cases&lt;br /&gt;Scented with&lt;br /&gt;Your ever-fading&lt;br /&gt;Perfume, and yet&lt;br /&gt;I still sleep&lt;br /&gt;On one side,&lt;br /&gt;The other left&lt;br /&gt;Forever lacking&lt;br /&gt;Your presence,&lt;br /&gt;Forever mocking&lt;br /&gt;My loneliness.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-6727427658107454490?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/6727427658107454490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=6727427658107454490&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6727427658107454490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6727427658107454490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/06/316-am.html' title='3:16 AM'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total 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inside&lt;br /&gt;The inconsistencies&lt;br /&gt;Incapacitate my&lt;br /&gt;Perishing constitution&lt;br /&gt;And I'm losing&lt;br /&gt;My will to accept&lt;br /&gt;My next breath&lt;br /&gt;It seems as though&lt;br /&gt;There might be hope&lt;br /&gt;In what they say:&lt;br /&gt;"There is rest in death".&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-4181150236578789753?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/4181150236578789753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=4181150236578789753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/4181150236578789753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/4181150236578789753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/05/wandering-still.html' title='Wandering Still'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-5853819345021160896</id><published>2008-04-20T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-20T21:50:11.099-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Young Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Admired:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ruffled her hair&lt;br /&gt;And let the rest fall,&lt;br /&gt;Dancing to a beat&lt;br /&gt;That gravity put forth&lt;br /&gt;Into motion before&lt;br /&gt;The foundations of&lt;br /&gt;The universe were laid&lt;br /&gt;And as they bounced,&lt;br /&gt;The sun shining&lt;br /&gt;Through her hair&lt;br /&gt;Kissed her cheek&lt;br /&gt;And made her blush&lt;br /&gt;At the prospect of&lt;br /&gt;Her perfect prince&lt;br /&gt;Admiring her beauty&lt;br /&gt;Through the corner&lt;br /&gt;Of his entranced eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Her Admirer:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All he really wanted&lt;br /&gt;Was a smile, a nod&lt;br /&gt;Of approval from the one&lt;br /&gt;He cherished even more&lt;br /&gt;Than the stars that&lt;br /&gt;Kissed the posts of his bed&lt;br /&gt;Those long nights when&lt;br /&gt;He battled insomnia&lt;br /&gt;And the dragons in his&lt;br /&gt;Overactive imagination,&lt;br /&gt;The depths of which&lt;br /&gt;No ordinary boy could&lt;br /&gt;Really know or understand&lt;br /&gt;But to him as real as the&lt;br /&gt;Warm rays of the sun&lt;br /&gt;That graced her cheeks&lt;br /&gt;As she danced that&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Morning away.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-5853819345021160896?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/5853819345021160896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=5853819345021160896&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/5853819345021160896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/5853819345021160896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/04/young-love.html' title='Young Love'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-1018619046355916410</id><published>2008-04-18T00:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T00:03:01.059-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Someone, Anyone</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;So many years ago&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to be&lt;br /&gt;Someone, anyone&lt;br /&gt;A lawyer, a doctor&lt;br /&gt;An engineer, a scientist&lt;br /&gt;A writer, a musician&lt;br /&gt;An astronaut even&lt;br /&gt;I wanted respect&lt;br /&gt;I wanted love&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to belong&lt;br /&gt;So many years past&lt;br /&gt;I find myself&lt;br /&gt;Wishing I was&lt;br /&gt;Someone, anyone&lt;br /&gt;That I am not today.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-1018619046355916410?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/1018619046355916410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=1018619046355916410&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/1018619046355916410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/1018619046355916410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/04/someone-anyone.html' title='Someone, Anyone'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-7268142625235592622</id><published>2008-04-11T02:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T02:34:49.846-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Detoxification</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Eyes dilated&lt;br /&gt;The heart beats&lt;br /&gt;Faster than&lt;br /&gt;It should&lt;br /&gt;The body&lt;br /&gt;Sweats profusely&lt;br /&gt;Dehydration&lt;br /&gt;Inevitable&lt;br /&gt;He grabs his knees&lt;br /&gt;Pulls them in&lt;br /&gt;Closer&lt;br /&gt;Close enough&lt;br /&gt;So nothing&lt;br /&gt;Can hurt him&lt;br /&gt;He's safe now&lt;br /&gt;He's safe now&lt;br /&gt;He's safe...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-7268142625235592622?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/7268142625235592622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=7268142625235592622&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/7268142625235592622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/7268142625235592622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/04/detoxification.html' title='Detoxification'/><author><name>Arpit 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you shy away&lt;br /&gt;You question your&lt;br /&gt;Heart's motivations&lt;br /&gt;But maybe that's why&lt;br /&gt;Beauty exudes forth&lt;br /&gt;From your spirit&lt;br /&gt;You don't boast&lt;br /&gt;In your appearance&lt;br /&gt;You don't care&lt;br /&gt;To draw attention&lt;br /&gt;You're content knowing&lt;br /&gt;That everything&lt;br /&gt;Will be okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And maybe that's why&lt;br /&gt;One can't help himself&lt;br /&gt;But fall for your&lt;br /&gt;Cascading grace&lt;br /&gt;He'll get more&lt;br /&gt;Than he'll ever see&lt;br /&gt;For your spirit is where&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your modesty breaks the proudest heart&lt;br /&gt;So now, consider this heart broken.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-8112057688028793862?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-2145859153112798291</id><published>2008-03-01T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T15:39:06.123-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>A Lover's Pledge</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I want to&lt;br /&gt;Hold your face&lt;br /&gt;In my hands,&lt;br /&gt;Gaze into your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And tell you&lt;br /&gt;That I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Tell you that&lt;br /&gt;You're beautiful,&lt;br /&gt;Affirm you&lt;br /&gt;And confirm you&lt;br /&gt;In everything&lt;br /&gt;You do,&lt;br /&gt;Tell you that&lt;br /&gt;Though the world&lt;br /&gt;May fail you,&lt;br /&gt;I'll do my best&lt;br /&gt;To protect you,&lt;br /&gt;Share my life&lt;br /&gt;With you,&lt;br /&gt;Cherish you&lt;br /&gt;And adore you,&lt;br /&gt;Forget my worries&lt;br /&gt;When I'm with you,&lt;br /&gt;And love you&lt;br /&gt;Like I've never&lt;br /&gt;Loved anyone before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to&lt;br /&gt;Do all this&lt;br /&gt;And more, love,&lt;br /&gt;So take my hand&lt;br /&gt;And follow me,&lt;br /&gt;I promise I will&lt;br /&gt;Do my best to&lt;br /&gt;Never let you down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-2145859153112798291?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/2145859153112798291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=2145859153112798291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Seconds</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Seconds&lt;br /&gt;That's all the time&lt;br /&gt;We gave ourselves&lt;br /&gt;And it was enough,&lt;br /&gt;Enough for hellos,&lt;br /&gt;No goodbyes,&lt;br /&gt;Not quite yet&lt;br /&gt;This is but&lt;br /&gt;The beginning...&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-6343649260409461740?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/6343649260409461740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=6343649260409461740&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6343649260409461740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6343649260409461740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/03/five-seconds.html' title='Seconds'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-677009062303576942</id><published>2008-02-26T12:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-26T12:19:04.198-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>I Saw The Most Beautiful Sunset In Your Eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I've seen many&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful sunsets,&lt;br /&gt;And though&lt;br /&gt;This one&lt;br /&gt;Might be&lt;br /&gt;The most&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful one&lt;br /&gt;We'll ever see,&lt;br /&gt;I'm more enchanted&lt;br /&gt;By the face&lt;br /&gt;That's lit&lt;br /&gt;By the fading sun.&lt;br /&gt;The oranges&lt;br /&gt;And purples&lt;br /&gt;That light up your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Only add to your&lt;br /&gt;God-given beauty&lt;br /&gt;And I can't&lt;br /&gt;Help myself&lt;br /&gt;As I'm falling&lt;br /&gt;In love with you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-677009062303576942?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/677009062303576942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=677009062303576942&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/677009062303576942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/677009062303576942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/02/i-saw-most-beautiful-sunset-in-your.html' title='I Saw The Most Beautiful Sunset In Your Eyes'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-1766987430059108610</id><published>2008-02-13T22:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T22:52:36.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Loved</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R7Pk6oWyakI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Pphjv66yBMM/s1600-h/IMG_7046-Edit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R7Pk6oWyakI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Pphjv66yBMM/s400/IMG_7046-Edit.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166724893440633410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;You are loved&lt;br /&gt;More than words&lt;br /&gt;Could ever say&lt;br /&gt;More than actions&lt;br /&gt;Could portray&lt;br /&gt;You are loved&lt;br /&gt;Not because of&lt;br /&gt;What you do&lt;br /&gt;Not because&lt;br /&gt;Of how you act&lt;br /&gt;Or what you say&lt;br /&gt;Or any of that&lt;br /&gt;You're a son&lt;br /&gt;You're a daughter&lt;br /&gt;And you are loved&lt;br /&gt;No matter what&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't let&lt;br /&gt;The world beat&lt;br /&gt;You down&lt;br /&gt;Stand up&lt;br /&gt;For yourself&lt;br /&gt;Stand up&lt;br /&gt;And tell them all&lt;br /&gt;You're worth it&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;Are&lt;br /&gt;Loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-1766987430059108610?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/1766987430059108610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=1766987430059108610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/1766987430059108610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/1766987430059108610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/02/loved.html' title='Loved'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R7Pk6oWyakI/AAAAAAAAA3E/Pphjv66yBMM/s72-c/IMG_7046-Edit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-435771671970140590</id><published>2008-02-12T16:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T16:11:04.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Guide Me Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Show me the lights&lt;br /&gt;That'll guide me home&lt;br /&gt;Right into your arms&lt;br /&gt;Where I feel safe&lt;br /&gt;Under those sheets&lt;br /&gt;Really might be&lt;br /&gt;The only place&lt;br /&gt;I've ever felt safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've grown weary&lt;br /&gt;Of this cold world&lt;br /&gt;Ready to shun&lt;br /&gt;At the drop of a hat&lt;br /&gt;Willing to hurt&lt;br /&gt;Step right over you&lt;br /&gt;Every little chance&lt;br /&gt;They seem to get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close the curtains&lt;br /&gt;Turn off the lights&lt;br /&gt;I'm giving up on&lt;br /&gt;Fighting this fight&lt;br /&gt;Take me in&lt;br /&gt;Keep me close&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna sleep&lt;br /&gt;And forget this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-435771671970140590?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/435771671970140590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=435771671970140590&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/435771671970140590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/435771671970140590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/02/guide-me-home.html' title='Guide Me Home'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='18246388711578901143'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-8648473168299738120</id><published>2008-02-04T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T10:33:52.842-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Another Time, Another Place</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;With all of me,&lt;br /&gt;I truly do&lt;br /&gt;And I know&lt;br /&gt;You love me too&lt;br /&gt;I see it in&lt;br /&gt;Your nervous eyes&lt;br /&gt;As you smile&lt;br /&gt;Right past&lt;br /&gt;Your insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But these are not&lt;br /&gt;Our lives, love,&lt;br /&gt;This isn't our&lt;br /&gt;Chance to be&lt;br /&gt;Fate played a game,&lt;br /&gt;Watched it unfold&lt;br /&gt;From the moment&lt;br /&gt;You said hello&lt;br /&gt;That summer afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But maybe there is&lt;br /&gt;A time, a place&lt;br /&gt;Where we will be reborn&lt;br /&gt;And we'll outdo our fates,&lt;br /&gt;Meet each other before&lt;br /&gt;The world has beaten us down&lt;br /&gt;And grown us weary,&lt;br /&gt;Jaded, really,&lt;br /&gt;A place, a time&lt;br /&gt;When we'll spend our lives&lt;br /&gt;In each other's arms,&lt;br /&gt;Watching the years pass by&lt;br /&gt;Kissing our mortality away&lt;br /&gt;One day at a time,&lt;br /&gt;Having known love,&lt;br /&gt;Having loved you&lt;br /&gt;From the moment&lt;br /&gt;You'll say hello&lt;br /&gt;That summer afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, there will be&lt;br 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story&lt;br /&gt;You'll bring to me&lt;br /&gt;And I'll listen,&lt;br /&gt;That's what I do&lt;br /&gt;And in two weeks time&lt;br /&gt;You will find&lt;br /&gt;Yourself in&lt;br /&gt;Another loser's arms&lt;br /&gt;Asking for my approval&lt;br /&gt;And I'll say okay&lt;br /&gt;It's what I always do&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you know it?&lt;br /&gt;I do it only for you.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-379709437179593779?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/379709437179593779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=379709437179593779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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