<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:13:29.684-08:00</updated><category term='poetry'/><category term='random thoughts'/><category term='haiku'/><category term='self-published'/><category term='book'/><category term='photography'/><category term='rant'/><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?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>32</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-8795998132401992234</id><published>2011-07-18T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-18T17:38:55.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='self-published'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book'/><title type='text'>Arriving At Love</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a very long time since I've posted anything, but it was because I was busy putting together a book. Encouraged by some friends, I finally self-published Arriving At Love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/arriving-at-love/16168569"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 246px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SzcqkfdzGQ/TiTRlQVuZUI/AAAAAAAABnQ/UhxyiLOEfsc/s400/4.25x6.87_Front_EN.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630855872091415874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank all of you that have been reading and encouraging my writing. I hope to get back to posting updates here again soon. In the meanwhile, please consider supporting me by picking up a copy of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Arriving At Love&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/paperback/arriving-at-love/16168569"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You can also pick up the digital copy &lt;a href="http://www.lulu.com/product/file-download/arriving-at-love/16168570"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Thank you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-8795998132401992234?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/8795998132401992234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=8795998132401992234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/8795998132401992234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/8795998132401992234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2011/07/arriving-at-love.html' title='Arriving At Love'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4SzcqkfdzGQ/TiTRlQVuZUI/AAAAAAAABnQ/UhxyiLOEfsc/s72-c/4.25x6.87_Front_EN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-6665723011239483028</id><published>2010-10-27T14:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:47:10.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Accidental Deletion</title><content type='html'>Sorry about any inconvenience you may have had.  I accidentally deleted the wrong blog, and finally got things restored.  I know I haven't written much recently, but I'll be posting stuff again soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-6665723011239483028?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/6665723011239483028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=6665723011239483028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6665723011239483028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6665723011239483028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2010/10/accidental-deletion.html' title='Accidental Deletion'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=1325777561413791698&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</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' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/2624604424315375753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=2624604424315375753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/2624604424315375753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/2624604424315375753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2009/11/silence-my-dear-old-friend-only-one-who.html' title='Silence'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=5329916042000430831&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/5329916042000430831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/5329916042000430831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/09/beginning-of-fall.html' title='The Beginning Of Fall'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-6733137083479800581</id><published>2008-09-14T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:00:00.624-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title 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' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/6733137083479800581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=6733137083479800581&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6733137083479800581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6733137083479800581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/09/uncertainty-of-it-all.html' title='The Uncertainty Of It All'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-6121226393884161408?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/6121226393884161408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=6121226393884161408&amp;isPopup=true' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6121226393884161408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/6121226393884161408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/08/way-i-see-you.html' title='The Way I See You'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8012638698268086551-7934785439578315966?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/7934785439578315966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=7934785439578315966&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/7934785439578315966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/7934785439578315966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/07/halfway-prince.html' title='The Halfway Prince'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-3157979067367577699</id><published>2008-06-28T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T14:10:00.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grace, Really</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;There are moments,&lt;br /&gt;Real moments,&lt;br /&gt;Where I feel&lt;br /&gt;Connected&lt;br /&gt;To something&lt;br /&gt;Prodigious&lt;br /&gt;It's this&lt;br /&gt;Overwhelming sense&lt;br /&gt;Of grandeur&lt;br /&gt;That overtakes me&lt;br /&gt;As I stare into&lt;br /&gt;The deep blue sky&lt;br /&gt;Or the&lt;br /&gt;Endless ocean,&lt;br /&gt;And I feel&lt;br /&gt;Infinitesimal,&lt;br /&gt;Smaller than&lt;br /&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='http://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' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/3157979067367577699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/06/grace-really.html' title='Grace, Really'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-6727427658107454490</id><published>2008-06-12T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T13:30:01.225-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>3:16 AM</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I reach my hand&lt;br /&gt;To touch your face&lt;br /&gt;And you're not there&lt;br /&gt;You 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' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-4181150236578789753</id><published>2008-05-21T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T09:15:02.481-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Wandering Still</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;I am a ghost&lt;br /&gt;Of who I could be&lt;br /&gt;I walk the halls&lt;br /&gt;Of my apartment&lt;br /&gt;But the floors,&lt;br /&gt;They don't know me&lt;br /&gt;And the walls,&lt;br /&gt;They don't recognize&lt;br /&gt;My scent any longer&lt;br /&gt;I'm not here,&lt;br /&gt;Though I walk&lt;br /&gt;In my skin,&lt;br /&gt;It's harder now&lt;br /&gt;To figure out&lt;br /&gt;What's wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;Every moment of&lt;br /&gt;This lasting night&lt;br /&gt;Finds me hopelessly&lt;br /&gt;Wondering, wandering&lt;br /&gt;Aimlessly still,&lt;br /&gt;I circle my head&lt;br /&gt;Trapped 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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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 Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-8112057688028793862</id><published>2008-03-09T21:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T21:31:52.579-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Understanding Beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Your Father&lt;br /&gt;Looks unto you,&lt;br /&gt;His precious daughter,&lt;br /&gt;And calls you&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;You're the apple&lt;br /&gt;Of His eye,&lt;br /&gt;The center&lt;br /&gt;Of His universe&lt;br /&gt;You are absolutely loved&lt;br /&gt;And incomparably so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet you doubt yourself&lt;br /&gt;And 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' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/8112057688028793862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=8112057688028793862&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/8112057688028793862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/8112057688028793862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/03/understanding-beauty.html' title='Understanding Beauty'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=2145859153112798291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/2145859153112798291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/2145859153112798291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/03/lovers-pledge.html' title='A Lover&apos;s Pledge'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-6343649260409461740</id><published>2008-03-01T01:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T01:46:56.914-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><category 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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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' 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src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></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>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='http://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:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>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 /&gt;Another time, another place...&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/8012638698268086551-8648473168299738120?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/8648473168299738120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=8648473168299738120&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/8648473168299738120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/8648473168299738120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/02/another-time-another-place.html' title='Another Time, Another Place'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-379709437179593779</id><published>2008-01-14T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T17:59:15.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Another Fruitless Romance</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Go ahead and enjoy&lt;br /&gt;Your fruitless romance&lt;br /&gt;You always dance&lt;br /&gt;Around words anyway&lt;br /&gt;I've waited before&lt;br /&gt;And I'll wait until&lt;br /&gt;You go and break&lt;br /&gt;Your heart again&lt;br /&gt;It's always&lt;br /&gt;The same, sad 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='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=379709437179593779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/379709437179593779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/379709437179593779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/01/another-fruitless-romance.html' title='Another Fruitless Romance'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-3841023158392681955</id><published>2008-01-10T12:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T12:58:18.382-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Delusions</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;It's the delusions&lt;br /&gt;We wished we had&lt;br /&gt;That keep us&lt;br /&gt;Moving along...&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/8012638698268086551-3841023158392681955?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/3841023158392681955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=3841023158392681955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/3841023158392681955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/3841023158392681955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2008/01/delusions.html' title='Delusions'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-5596927748955757246</id><published>2007-12-24T11:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T13:34:20.160-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Pleading Reposing Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;The porch becomes home&lt;br /&gt;For our starry pursuits&lt;br /&gt;As we ask questions&lt;br /&gt;This sleepless night&lt;br /&gt;Appealing the heavens&lt;br /&gt;Bestow upon us grace&lt;br /&gt;Amidst our hopelessness&lt;br /&gt;And despite our brokenness&lt;br /&gt;For we are naught&lt;br /&gt;If not for redemption&lt;br /&gt;And we have naught&lt;br /&gt;If not for restoration&lt;br /&gt;The answers are simple&lt;br /&gt;The solution accessible&lt;br /&gt;Infuse us with courage&lt;br /&gt;And light our way&lt;br /&gt;We've found eternity&lt;br /&gt;Hidden in our hearts&lt;br /&gt;Guide us home tonight&lt;br /&gt;And take our fears 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/8012638698268086551-5596927748955757246?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/5596927748955757246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=5596927748955757246&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/5596927748955757246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/5596927748955757246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2007/12/pleading-reposing-angels.html' title='Pleading Reposing Angels'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-2786526042076982322</id><published>2007-12-19T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T02:23:59.862-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant'/><title type='text'>Being the Odd-Numbered Wheel</title><content type='html'>I was at a friend's birthday dinner the other night.  As time went on, people kept leaving, until there were five of us that were hanging out for a little while.  It was my friend (birthday guy) and his wife, another friend, his girlfriend, and myself.  Hello fifth wheel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's never really fun to be the third, fifth, or any odd-numbered wheel in a group.  You know that sooner or later, the conversation will lead to 'couple talk', and that's when it gets really, really awkward.  And this is especially so if you're not in a relationship.  If you have a girlfriend / boyfriend that couldn't make it, it's still odd, but not that bad.  But when you're depressingly alone, 'couple talk' doesn't help you all that much.  You pretty much want to bury a hole, and stick your head inside it like an ostrich (or whatever bird that does that).  Let's just say it's not fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good thing was that new topics of conversation kept coming up that had absolutely nothing to do with relationships.  And as any single person amongst couples would do, I kept milking those topics for all they were worth to avoid said talk.  Eventually, that talk did come up, and I zoned out for a little bit...  I think.  In any case, it was short, and hence sweet...  again, I think.  But it got me thinking about something - what if you're with a couple or two or x, and there's two of you that could fit the category of odd-numbered wheel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In that same scenario, if there was a girl that was there with us, and we were friends or acquaintances, how awkward would that have been?  It probably would have been worse if I actually liked her too...  holy crap, I just realized I sound like a teenager, and I should be in bed.  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Wheel'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-230745933946550966</id><published>2007-12-10T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T19:52:46.840-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Serendipity</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;Ah 'tis such folly&lt;br /&gt;To dream of finding&lt;br /&gt;Love serendipitously&lt;br /&gt;Whereby the stars align&lt;br /&gt;And the universe&lt;br /&gt;Sings paeans of&lt;br /&gt;Love and romance&lt;br /&gt;Tis but a chance,&lt;br /&gt;An infinitesimal one,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll take it&lt;br /&gt;For I am a fool&lt;br /&gt;Unto love eternal.&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/8012638698268086551-230745933946550966?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/feeds/230745933946550966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8012638698268086551&amp;postID=230745933946550966&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/230745933946550966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8012638698268086551/posts/default/230745933946550966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.ibreakmyheart.com/2007/12/serendipity.html' title='Serendipity'/><author><name>Arpit Mehta</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01910626077676881589</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_pUY1qtP9MSk/R8_ATWhUrvI/AAAAAAAAA4E/ayYHl8AI3lU/S220/IMG_8155-Edit.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8012638698268086551.post-929397460597536618</id><published>2007-12-08T12:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-08T12:44:56.733-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>Shattered</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/advplac/2094207323/" title="Shattered by Arpit Mehta Photography, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2273/2094207323_bd6d9dabd2.jpg" width="333" height="500" alt="Shattered" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken and beaten,&lt;br /&gt;I gather my pieces&lt;br /&gt;Pretending that&lt;br /&gt;Everything is okay&lt;br /&gt;That if I try&lt;br /&gt;Hard enough,&lt;br /&gt;This'll all go away&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't&lt;br /&gt;Work that way&lt;br /&gt;Admittance is self-defeat,&lt;br /&gt;Isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;Or is it a chance&lt;br /&gt;To grow even more?&lt;br /&gt;Like the photographer,&lt;br /&gt;You look at me and say,&lt;br /&gt;'You're perfect and&lt;br /&gt;Beautifully so&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't have you&lt;br /&gt;Any other way'&lt;br /&gt;And so in my brokenness,&lt;br /&gt;I look unto&lt;br /&gt;These open skies&lt;br /&gt;And whisper out,&lt;br /&gt;'I'm okay...'&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/8012638698268086551-929397460597536618?l=www.ibreakmyheart.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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