tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-364499132011-11-27T16:17:43.373-08:00Prateek Bhargavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00426841980529954889noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36449913.post-23873319267666138892008-09-13T13:01:00.001-07:002008-09-13T13:01:45.776-07:00<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36449913-2387331926766613889?l=blogprax.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prateek Bhargavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00426841980529954889noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36449913.post-24835530857382395912007-08-21T10:01:00.000-07:002007-08-21T10:11:24.173-07:00Its good you are not superstitious , failures make you one.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36449913-2483553085738239591?l=blogprax.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prateek Bhargavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00426841980529954889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36449913.post-1163200307700227752006-11-10T15:10:00.000-08:002006-11-10T15:24:29.296-08:00Time and Again<br /><br />I can feel the pain,<br />of the bullet going in my brain...<br />I fall to the ground , making no sound<br />They see the blood splatter,<br />but i feel their eyes say "does it matter"<br /><br />I lie there on the floor thinking am i dead,<br />or am i dreaming on my bed<br />I gather some strength take the bullet out,<br />could do nothing but insanely shout<br />They come and say they heard a s cream<br />I say sorry i broke ur dream<br />they take the bullet from my hand n keep it in a gun,<br />thats when i start to run..<br /><br />Running barefeet on the road,<br />I could feel a lump going down my throat<br />behind a tree I see a bright light<br />an ANGEL with wings came in sight<br />She looked at my head and started to heal<br />and strangely there was no pain i could feel<br />gave me a smile and a kiss on the head<br />spread some butter on slice of bread<br />hugged me, which felt warmer than the sun<br />One hand she held mine, with the other she pulled out the gun....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36449913-116320030770022775?l=blogprax.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prateek Bhargavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00426841980529954889noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36449913.post-1161545413455096852006-10-22T12:29:00.000-07:002006-10-22T12:30:13.466-07:00<dl class="body"><dt class="post-head"><br /></dt><dd class="post-body"> <div class="image-wrapper"> </div> <div class="content-wrapper">I am sending you a kiss<br />That will land on your knee,<br />Climb up your leg,<br />Scramble over you back,<br />And hide in your hair.<br />Then, when you are about to fall asleep,<br />It will bite you gently on your neck<br />And whisper in your ear,<br />"I love you." </div></dd></dl><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36449913-116154541345509685?l=blogprax.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prateek Bhargavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00426841980529954889noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36449913.post-1161543739972304712006-10-22T12:02:00.000-07:002006-10-22T12:02:19.973-07:00<dl class="body"><dt class="post-head"><br /></dt><dd class="post-body last"> <div class="image-wrapper"> </div> <div class="content-wrapper">There was a creative writting compettition in my college inthe year 2004 ... we had to write a poem or an essay or anything on the given topics .. i chose to write a poem and got a prize for it .... it went like this : -<br /><br />MEMOIR OF TEAR<br /><br />Words are spoken with a fragile thought,<br />of all the things that were said and then forgot.<br />All the things that i seem to lack,<br />are thrown back to me if i scream back.<br />They are not the words, that destroy my wall,<br />its the actions that make me fall,<br />revealing me when i need to hide.<br />i know the time has gone, i dont know why?<br />i know i cry, just wonder why?!<br /><br />They say i have a big heart & an evergreen smile,<br />but someone take a look at my swollen heart.<br />its broken,beaten &amp; crucified to the wall<br />waiting for another blow to fall.<br />its then the heart begins to bleed,<br />& a tear rolls down the cheek.<br />i know the time has gone, i dont know why?<br />i know i cry, just wonder why?!<br /><br />i need someone to hold my hand,<br />take me across to my land.<br />i know i am still a child,<br />i scream &amp; i do go wild.<br />this pain i get is tearing me apart,<br />someone please wipe the tears off my heart.<br />i know the time has gone, i dont know why?!<br />i know i cry, just wonder why?!<br /><br />i wish i were a tear in my beloved's sigh,<br />begin with a sparkle in her eye,<br />trickle down her cheeks,<br />and die out on her lips .<br />i know the time has gone, i dont know why?<br />i know i cry, i wish i could...... </div></dd></dl><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36449913-116154373997230471?l=blogprax.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prateek Bhargavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00426841980529954889noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36449913.post-1161543650970265322006-10-22T11:59:00.001-07:002006-10-22T12:00:50.973-07:00Looking for a title for this one ...hehe<br /><dl class="body"><dd class="post-body"> <div class="image-wrapper"> </div> <div class="content-wrapper"><br /><br />You changed my world with a blink of an eye<br />That is something that I can not deny<br />You put my soul from worst to best<br />That is why I treasure you my dearest .....<br /><br />You just don't know what you have done for me<br />You even pushed me to the best that I can be<br />You really are an angel sent from above<br />To take care of me and shower with love<br /><br />When I'm with you I will not cry even a single a tear<br />And your touch have chased away all of my fear<br />You have given me a life that I could live worthwhile<br />It is even better everytime you smile<br /><br />It so magical those things you've made<br />To bring back my faith that almost fade<br />Now my life is a dream come true<br />It all began when I was loved by you<br />Now I have found what I am looking for<br />It's you and your love and nothing more</div></dd></dl><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36449913-116154365097026532?l=blogprax.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prateek Bhargavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00426841980529954889noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36449913.post-1161543588487466052006-10-22T11:59:00.000-07:002006-10-22T11:59:48.486-07:00<dl class="body"><dt class="post-head"><br /></dt><dd class="post-body"> <div class="image-wrapper"> </div> <div class="content-wrapper">Life would be much easier<br />If I knew how to hate<br />To stand up for myself<br />Before it got too late<br /><br />I always see the brighter side<br />The good in everyone<br />By the time I start to see the bad<br />I'm too attached to run<br /><br />I wanted to believe it<br />When you murmured 'I love you'<br />But even as you held me close<br />I knew these words could not be true<br /><br />You taught me a new kind of pain<br />The worst kind I think<br />It feels like you've ripped my heart out<br />But then I feel it sink</div></dd></dl><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/36449913-116154358848746605?l=blogprax.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Prateek Bhargavahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00426841980529954889noreply@blogger.com3