tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45939028122333601302011-07-05T00:59:19.476+05:30Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02364927845600177622noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593902812233360130.post-65177392171159117262011-05-21T13:20:00.000+05:302011-05-21T13:20:01.507+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">The most frequently asked question.<br />some say yes<br />some say no<br />Well it isn't upon us to not fall in love ?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.bellagab.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/boy_girl_playing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://www.bellagab.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/boy_girl_playing.jpg" /></a></div><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593902812233360130-6517739217115911726?l=donnasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02364927845600177622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593902812233360130.post-60119105648357245192011-05-21T12:48:00.000+05:302011-05-21T12:50:03.134+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">S outgoing</div><div style="text-align: center;">D introvert</div><div style="text-align: center;">S have been facing situations</div><div style="text-align: center;">D locked up in a apartment</div><div style="text-align: center;">S lives in a real world</div><div style="text-align: center;">D lives in a fantasy</div><div style="text-align: center;">S meets D</div><div style="text-align: center;">S shows D</div><div style="text-align: center;">D doesnt understand</div><div style="text-align: center;">S tries</div><div style="text-align: center;">D helpless</div><div style="text-align: center;">S frustrated</div><div style="text-align: center;">D scared</div><div style="text-align: center;">S angry</div><div style="text-align: center;">D cries</div><div style="text-align: center;">S leaves</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs15/i/2008/253/b/4/To_Be_or_Not_by_Rose_among_thorns.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="http://fc01.deviantart.net/fs15/i/2008/253/b/4/To_Be_or_Not_by_Rose_among_thorns.jpg" width="251" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593902812233360130-6011910564835724519?l=donnasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02364927845600177622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593902812233360130.post-91006410919811053442011-05-19T15:18:00.001+05:302011-07-05T00:56:17.866+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">They tell you this is 'RIGHT' , that is 'WRONG'.<br />You dont listen,they'll hit you.<br />You try to run.<br />They drag you back home.<br />Kicking scrathing em wont help.<br />You know you have no one else.<br />Then you play by what's RIGHT and what's WRONG.<br />lt gets to you.<br />You dont even know when it's inside you.<br />You live your life enchained,enclosed,tangled by em<br />praying for 'RIGHT'<br />Fearing doing anything 'WRONG'<br />Living the same sick life everyday<br />Smiling at everyone<br />showing how happy you are<br />It's a perfect world<br />They think<br />Oh no it aint<br />because they dont know the creature lurking in<br />It's temptation controlled<br />by the creator<br />monitoring it's every step<br />Then when the creators dead<br />the creature's lifted from that spell<br />It gets dragged by the tide<br />not knowing what to do<br />just does what the others do<br />though the RIGHT and WRONG are no more<br />the basic principle still etched<br /><br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/38288_1426591557098_1602073243_31014774_4196689_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="http://a1.sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc6/38288_1426591557098_1602073243_31014774_4196689_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br /><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593902812233360130-9100641091981105344?l=donnasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02364927845600177622noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4593902812233360130.post-84213909702218993492011-05-17T15:55:00.000+05:302011-05-21T13:17:00.017+05:30<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />That need<br />that desire<br />that thing<br />to be someone's<br />Is it normal ?<br /><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://data.whicdn.com/images/4968631/my_teenage_dream_by_oveclipse-d30quoh_thumb.jpg?1289836663" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://data.whicdn.com/images/4968631/my_teenage_dream_by_oveclipse-d30quoh_thumb.jpg?1289836663" /></a></div><br /></div></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4593902812233360130-8421390970221899349?l=donnasmind.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Jasminehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02364927845600177622noreply@blogger.com0