<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375300774875479005</id><updated>2009-11-07T14:00:55.033+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Introspection...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tanu Shivnani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271882756323247488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375300774875479005.post-7181113804662357209</id><published>2009-07-18T17:35:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-18T17:57:33.475+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Is there a place??</title><content type='html'>How does it feel when you hit the rock bottom??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when the person whom you once trusted ,backs out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does it feel when all you get is rejects from places once you dreamed to get in??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are left with no courage to get up irrespective of repeated pressure from your peers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With wounded heart &amp; heels can you even stand,leave aside walking?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when they constantly ask you to move on for betterment &amp; you have given up all hopes,how would you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can it get worse than this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I take so long to move on??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was I really ready for it??Probably not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 such day in past ,when I felt like ending up everything..10th July,2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To go to a place from where I can never come back,where no memory haunts,where noone is there...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is there such a place?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes,it is death..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375300774875479005-7181113804662357209?l=tanushivnani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/feeds/7181113804662357209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375300774875479005&amp;postID=7181113804662357209&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/7181113804662357209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/7181113804662357209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/2009/07/is-there-place.html' title='Is there a place??'/><author><name>Tanu Shivnani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271882756323247488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10346781592841097023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375300774875479005.post-6478210948558157764</id><published>2007-12-30T11:32:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-31T10:18:41.003+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Nothing lasts forever</title><content type='html'>I tried to hide my pains&lt;br /&gt;But all my efforts went in vain&lt;br /&gt;I tried to hide my tears&lt;br /&gt;But with those eyes world seemed clear&lt;br /&gt;The face w/c once had smiles&lt;br /&gt;Is now left with line of water in eyes&lt;br /&gt;Today I lie alone at midnight&lt;br /&gt;With noone to lend a shoulder to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But how does that matter to anyone&lt;br /&gt;Coz in ur hard times u find no one&lt;br /&gt;I luk back once &amp;amp; see&lt;br /&gt;The memories is all i see&lt;br /&gt;The past w/c brings tears&lt;br /&gt;&amp;amp; future brings fears&lt;br /&gt;I have never seen those phases&lt;br /&gt;Never encountered those fake faces&lt;br /&gt;Those masks will b unveiled&lt;br /&gt;True faces will b revealed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For once i wish to quit ,quit my relations &amp;amp; my life.&lt;br /&gt;Dont know,in this brutual world,how ll i survive&lt;br /&gt;When will this phase end&lt;br /&gt;The path seems all bend&lt;br /&gt;But they say never say never&lt;br /&gt;Nothing lasts forever...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375300774875479005-6478210948558157764?l=tanushivnani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/feeds/6478210948558157764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375300774875479005&amp;postID=6478210948558157764&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/6478210948558157764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/6478210948558157764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/2007/12/nothing-lasts-forever.html' title='Nothing lasts forever'/><author><name>Tanu Shivnani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271882756323247488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10346781592841097023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375300774875479005.post-2560485177432901053</id><published>2007-12-28T10:19:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-30T12:00:52.704+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Longing for light</title><content type='html'>As I got pushed into darkness of desolation&lt;br /&gt;All surrounded with blanket of isolation&lt;br /&gt;As I fell down 4m heights of contentment&lt;br /&gt;Shadowed with doldrums of temperament&lt;br /&gt;As those endless tears streamed down&lt;br /&gt;I found solitude all around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In those times of hardship when noone cared&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned me in despair&lt;br /&gt;Noone lend an ear to my woes&lt;br /&gt;All friends turned into foes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No hopes,no desires....&lt;br /&gt;All surrounded by fake worldly attires &lt;br /&gt;I had seen various seasons&lt;br /&gt;As aptly said"everything happens for a reason"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly realisation dawned&lt;br /&gt;To face pain with strength&lt;br /&gt;To come out of slumber of ignorance&lt;br /&gt;To keep this belief alive&lt;br /&gt;That every darkness is followed by light&lt;br /&gt;After the winter comes the spring&lt;br /&gt;To show divinely planned renewal in everything&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375300774875479005-2560485177432901053?l=tanushivnani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/feeds/2560485177432901053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375300774875479005&amp;postID=2560485177432901053&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/2560485177432901053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/2560485177432901053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/2007/12/longing-for-light.html' title='Longing for light'/><author><name>Tanu Shivnani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271882756323247488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10346781592841097023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375300774875479005.post-3806135535243427124</id><published>2007-12-18T15:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-19T10:19:55.126+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Let these moments pause</title><content type='html'>Every morning when I wake&lt;br /&gt;I see sun awake&lt;br /&gt;The beam of sunlight&lt;br /&gt;W/c touches our lives&lt;br /&gt;The deep blue skies&lt;br /&gt;The clouds of white&lt;br /&gt;The greenery of trees&lt;br /&gt;The dawn on seas&lt;br /&gt;The humming honey bees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of roses&lt;br /&gt;Amidst all this, life takin diff poses&lt;br /&gt;The melancholy of the bird&lt;br /&gt;W/c makes me go nerd&lt;br /&gt;The dew on the grass&lt;br /&gt;Blue water w/c shines like a crystal glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the farmer on farmland&lt;br /&gt;Reaping the harvest, with plough in his hand&lt;br /&gt;The birds flying high&lt;br /&gt;Depicting freedom &amp;amp; joy&lt;br /&gt;The peace &amp;amp; tranquility&lt;br /&gt;The ambience of serenity&lt;br /&gt;Shining &amp;amp; smiling sun&lt;br /&gt;The children having fun&lt;br /&gt;Cool breeze on run&lt;br /&gt;Let these moments pause&lt;br /&gt;Let my silence speak off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beautiful bright day&lt;br /&gt;Followed by sweet nights away&lt;br /&gt;The star lit sky&lt;br /&gt;The moon shining high&lt;br /&gt;The butterfly on flowers&lt;br /&gt;The first rain showers&lt;br /&gt;Those dazzling rains&lt;br /&gt;W/c take away those pains&lt;br /&gt;I hope those colours of rainbow&lt;br /&gt;Cherishes life with a glow........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375300774875479005-3806135535243427124?l=tanushivnani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/feeds/3806135535243427124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375300774875479005&amp;postID=3806135535243427124&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/3806135535243427124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/3806135535243427124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/2007/12/let-these-moments-pause.html' title='Let these moments pause'/><author><name>Tanu Shivnani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271882756323247488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10346781592841097023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375300774875479005.post-8434568338086770120</id><published>2007-12-10T16:48:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-12-10T17:49:41.168+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Voice...</title><content type='html'>I heard someone calling me at midnight&lt;br /&gt;I woke up &amp;amp; switched on the light&lt;br /&gt;And there came a voice&lt;br /&gt;Which was so gentle &amp;amp; wise&lt;br /&gt;It told me to "listen to me at ease"&lt;br /&gt;But I said "I am too busy" pls&lt;br /&gt;It seems I have lost my mental stability &amp;amp; peace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It whispered to me "I am the one whom u r looking for"&lt;br /&gt;I stay deep within the core of your heart&lt;br /&gt;I rubbed my eyes to see,clearly ,who it was&lt;br /&gt;But to my surprise i saw no one across&lt;br /&gt;It called me once,it called me twice&lt;br /&gt;I cant 4get that soft,gentle voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again,it asked me....Are u happy??&lt;br /&gt;I frown 4m outside &amp;amp; I no longer enjoy&lt;br /&gt;I usually cry&lt;br /&gt;And these tears never dry&lt;br /&gt;Y have situations made me weak&lt;br /&gt;It seems my way is all bleak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said "in those difficult times when u r at dismay&lt;br /&gt;U will always find me bringing sunshine out the hay"&lt;br /&gt;But that night I kept wondering,with my eyes open wide&lt;br /&gt;As I lie on my bed turning side&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375300774875479005-8434568338086770120?l=tanushivnani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/feeds/8434568338086770120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375300774875479005&amp;postID=8434568338086770120&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/8434568338086770120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/8434568338086770120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/2007/12/voice.html' title='A Voice...'/><author><name>Tanu Shivnani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271882756323247488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10346781592841097023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375300774875479005.post-6138666218152933243</id><published>2007-11-19T11:34:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-11-23T10:17:54.178+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Life.....</title><content type='html'>Life has turned its way&lt;br /&gt;It seems smile is miles away&lt;br /&gt;Though happy i may seem&lt;br /&gt;But 4m within tears stream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things w/c were near&lt;br /&gt;No longer hold dear&lt;br /&gt;While i was at zenith every1 was there to surround&lt;br /&gt;But while i was falling there was no1 around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every1 is life's part&lt;br /&gt;And yet seems so much apart&lt;br /&gt;It seems everything is on my way&lt;br /&gt;But b4 i reach it takes turns away&lt;br /&gt;Y has life turned that way&lt;br /&gt;Y doesnt it go as per my say........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375300774875479005-6138666218152933243?l=tanushivnani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/feeds/6138666218152933243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375300774875479005&amp;postID=6138666218152933243&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/6138666218152933243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/6138666218152933243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/2007/11/life.html' title='Life.....'/><author><name>Tanu Shivnani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271882756323247488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10346781592841097023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375300774875479005.post-5869693369512074430</id><published>2007-09-29T15:47:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-29T16:15:13.977+05:30</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO I LIVE</title><content type='html'>A ques which keeps coming to my mind&lt;br /&gt;And the answer to which i m yet to find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my solitude i find again&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by questions &amp;amp; answers yet to gain&lt;br /&gt;Who m i? Where will i go? Why m i living?&lt;br /&gt;Why do these questions keep coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be to bring my smile alive&lt;br /&gt;Even though just for a while&lt;br /&gt;To enjoy every moment of life&lt;br /&gt;This is what is meaning of life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live to listen to silence of breeze&lt;br /&gt;I live to hear the noise of seas&lt;br /&gt;I live to observe the beauty of sunrise&lt;br /&gt;I live to keep my hopes alive&lt;br /&gt;I live to hear birds singing again&lt;br /&gt;I live to see peacock dancing in rain&lt;br /&gt;I live to see blossom of bud&lt;br /&gt;I live to feel the fragrance of wet mud&lt;br /&gt;I live to see the laugh of a new born child&lt;br /&gt;Which makes the mother go wild&lt;br /&gt;I live to see the nature alive&lt;br /&gt;This is what is essence of life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375300774875479005-5869693369512074430?l=tanushivnani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/feeds/5869693369512074430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375300774875479005&amp;postID=5869693369512074430&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/5869693369512074430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/5869693369512074430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-do-i-live.html' title='WHY DO I LIVE'/><author><name>Tanu Shivnani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271882756323247488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10346781592841097023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375300774875479005.post-1145419685035106459</id><published>2007-09-26T12:14:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-26T12:14:06.897+05:30</updated><title type='text'>A Conversation</title><content type='html'>It is a conversation b/w a saint(Indian),a gentle lady(foreigner) &amp;amp; a gentleman(foreigner) in some foreign country&lt;br /&gt;The lady n man were walking together ,when lady suddenly watches this saint who is walking next to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lady says to man:You are so perfectly dressed ,but just have a look at the clothes w/c this saint is wearing.... I would never wish to walk with him...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gentleman says: Laughs aloud n says this is not your home country where uyou can wear whatever you wish to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saint replies:Gentlelady,in your country you may judge a person by the clothes he wears but in our country we judge a person by the culture he possesses....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375300774875479005-1145419685035106459?l=tanushivnani.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/feeds/1145419685035106459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375300774875479005&amp;postID=1145419685035106459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/1145419685035106459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375300774875479005/posts/default/1145419685035106459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tanushivnani.blogspot.com/2007/09/conversation.html' title='A Conversation'/><author><name>Tanu Shivnani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12271882756323247488</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='10346781592841097023'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>