<?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-21447552</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:49:41.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ALCHEMIST</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anupoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21447552/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anupoorie.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639026368836648983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447552.post-113863062553923625</id><published>2006-01-30T06:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T06:17:05.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>HEART</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;heart&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she walked over a thousand shards&lt;br /&gt;painfully with a smile on her face,&lt;br /&gt;a shard for a moment, a sparlkle for a smile.&lt;br /&gt;The glass that glimmered beneath &lt;br /&gt;was the moments of glee, &lt;br /&gt;was time we spent together&lt;br /&gt;for all the imaginations that were free&lt;br /&gt;or is it the pieces that fell apart? &lt;br /&gt;from what that used to be a gallant heart&lt;br /&gt;am i crushed every moment and every step&lt;br /&gt;or is it she whose heart is there beside pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;it started and it ended, inevitability as it shouldnt have been&lt;br /&gt;a little pain here and a alittle pinch there&lt;br /&gt;a smile on the faces that that cried&lt;br /&gt;a tear on the faces that once smiled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21447552-113863062553923625?l=anupoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anupoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/113863062553923625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21447552&amp;postID=113863062553923625' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21447552/posts/default/113863062553923625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21447552/posts/default/113863062553923625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anupoorie.blogspot.com/2006/01/heart.html' title='HEART'/><author><name>ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639026368836648983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21447552.post-113821897742763435</id><published>2006-01-25T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T11:56:17.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem For Those In Love</title><content type='html'>Glimmer of the rivulet&lt;br /&gt;The crisp of the autumn leaf&lt;br /&gt;breeze of the jungle&lt;br /&gt;O shimmer of the star&lt;br /&gt;Is it you who makes man a poet, a warrior a saint&lt;br /&gt;Is it your smile that makes me child a gaze&lt;br /&gt;Encaptivated as i look in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Seduced as i smell your hair&lt;br /&gt;A man he turns a slave, a warrior oh so tame&lt;br /&gt;The creator's gift O lady&lt;br /&gt;You make me live and die again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21447552-113821897742763435?l=anupoorie.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://anupoorie.blogspot.com/feeds/113821897742763435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21447552&amp;postID=113821897742763435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21447552/posts/default/113821897742763435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21447552/posts/default/113821897742763435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://anupoorie.blogspot.com/2006/01/poem-for-those-in-love_25.html' title='A Poem For Those In Love'/><author><name>ankur</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06639026368836648983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
