<?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-4845180341553644898</id><updated>2012-01-10T00:06:26.878-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades Of Purple</title><subtitle type='html'>" Always be tuned to what your inner temple is trying to deliver."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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>13</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845180341553644898.post-2387575506595416910</id><published>2008-08-29T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T10:15:02.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Redemption Spell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“A dash of salt,&lt;br /&gt;Soar strawberry juice.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altophobic as I am,&lt;br /&gt;I shall stand on a mountain,&lt;br /&gt;And taste the incense of heavens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“A butterfly wing,&lt;br /&gt;Dipped in chardonee”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more white grace.&lt;br /&gt;A squeeze of affection,&lt;br /&gt;From a divine cloud.&lt;br /&gt;Will cradle the fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“Mint candy,&lt;br /&gt;Soaked in chocolate”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll scribble my own prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Those Warm tears,&lt;br /&gt;Will melt the starring ghosts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“A red spike,&lt;br /&gt;And a forgotten wish”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind a bitter laugh,&lt;br /&gt;I will mend all the cracks,&lt;br /&gt;Carved in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“A slice from a broken heart.&lt;br /&gt;  Some purple foam “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Full of flaws as I am,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t pack my dreams away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“Milk and honey,&lt;br /&gt;Tasting like lime”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll ride a silver leaf,&lt;br /&gt;Reviving my odorless soul…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;“Raw apple,&lt;br /&gt;   Green lamp”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Buffering all the blues,&lt;br /&gt;Embracing a thought,&lt;br /&gt;Of a “may be…”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-2387575506595416910?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/2387575506595416910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=2387575506595416910' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/2387575506595416910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/2387575506595416910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/2008/08/redemption-spell.html' title='Redemption Spell'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845180341553644898.post-7183053363517995391</id><published>2008-07-19T13:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T13:16:54.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetal Position</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Undressing my mind,&lt;br /&gt;From your whispers…&lt;br /&gt;And a cold bed,&lt;br /&gt;Is all what’s waiting for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my right side,&lt;br /&gt;I try to dream,&lt;br /&gt;Colorful birds,&lt;br /&gt;Filling the far horizon,&lt;br /&gt;Where salvation,&lt;br /&gt;Is no more in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A stone in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;A secret hiding place,&lt;br /&gt;Is what my tears seek.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I find it hard,&lt;br /&gt;To make the first move,&lt;br /&gt;And smile to the firing moon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding the shadow,&lt;br /&gt;Of a red rose,&lt;br /&gt;Drinking sour wine,&lt;br /&gt;My head between my knees,&lt;br /&gt;Uttering words,&lt;br /&gt;Shrouded in blue linen.&lt;br /&gt;Immersing the low beats,&lt;br /&gt;In holy water,&lt;br /&gt;To lose all the trembles,&lt;br /&gt;And open those eyes again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-7183053363517995391?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/7183053363517995391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=7183053363517995391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/7183053363517995391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/7183053363517995391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/2008/07/fetal-position.html' title='Fetal Position'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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-4845180341553644898.post-7002784279808714599</id><published>2008-04-17T13:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T13:22:13.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tossing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffcc33;"&gt;(1)&lt;br /&gt; Italian restaurant,&lt;br /&gt;Sea side table,&lt;br /&gt;Wild tides.&lt;br /&gt;Red wine &amp;amp; crystal smiles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(2)&lt;br /&gt;Long black hair,&lt;br /&gt;Sleeveless purple dress,&lt;br /&gt;Cinnamon breeze.&lt;br /&gt;Rapid heart beats.&lt;br /&gt;Hesitant entrance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(3)&lt;br /&gt;White teeth,&lt;br /&gt;Brown suite,&lt;br /&gt;Hugo fragrance.&lt;br /&gt;Sweating forehead.&lt;br /&gt;Eager moves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(4)&lt;br /&gt;Hot gravy,&lt;br /&gt;Molten candles.&lt;br /&gt;Blank feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Rose cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;Curious lips.&lt;br /&gt;A deck of cards!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(5)&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;br /&gt;Shuffle…&lt;br /&gt;1, 2, 3&lt;br /&gt;Cut…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(6)&lt;br /&gt;Shoot the moon!&lt;br /&gt;It’s a queen of hearts,&lt;br /&gt;And a king of spades!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-7002784279808714599?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/7002784279808714599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=7002784279808714599' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/7002784279808714599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/7002784279808714599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/2008/04/tossing.html' title='Tossing'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845180341553644898.post-1887074325219746070</id><published>2008-03-11T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:52:31.681-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I know its winter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc66;"&gt;I know its winter,&lt;br /&gt;When I curl myself,&lt;br /&gt;On the couch thinking about u.&lt;br /&gt;When I long to u,&lt;br /&gt;In the nippy sunless cloudy days.&lt;br /&gt;When it aches my soul hearing your voice thru the phone,&lt;br /&gt;Where I can't touch you.&lt;br /&gt;I know its winter,&lt;br /&gt;When I gloom for no reason,&lt;br /&gt;When I smell your deep purple perfume,&lt;br /&gt;While u are miles away.&lt;br /&gt;I know its winter,&lt;br /&gt;When I send silly smiles all around,&lt;br /&gt;When I hate the vapor coming thru my mouth,&lt;br /&gt;While am about to kiss you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-1887074325219746070?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/1887074325219746070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=1887074325219746070' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/1887074325219746070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/1887074325219746070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-know-its-winter.html' title='I know its winter'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845180341553644898.post-339537327639028126</id><published>2008-03-11T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:51:06.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Leaning my shoulder on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ladder shaped clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about your warm looks to my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Your runner away eyes when they meet mine.&lt;br /&gt;I am a refugee,&lt;br /&gt;Suffering an aching need to camp in your smile,&lt;br /&gt;To rest my head on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;And softly ring my arms around your waist.&lt;br /&gt;I heard your steps coming behind me,&lt;br /&gt;I listened to your inner whisper,&lt;br /&gt;But I muted my confessing voice…&lt;br /&gt;Protecting my ego from a self-stabbing!&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is inventible.&lt;br /&gt;The sweat vulnerability of the numb lips,&lt;br /&gt;Dying to tell you the truth!&lt;br /&gt;And after the famous three words,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll drown in my dizzy affection,&lt;br /&gt;I’d vanish from the red flush invading my body.._&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-339537327639028126?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/339537327639028126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=339537327639028126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/339537327639028126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/339537327639028126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/2008/03/moment-in-time.html' title='A Moment in time'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845180341553644898.post-4558970344841643731</id><published>2008-03-11T07:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T07:49:11.831-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precise Feelings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Winter,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Hypnotize greens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Delivers solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Heaven,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Held in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cradles the voice,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Of a naked soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Cold Vapor,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Wraps my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Invade my breaths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Floral touches,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;From your lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Brought fire,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;To that dull portrait,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Lying behind my ribs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-4558970344841643731?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/4558970344841643731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=4558970344841643731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/4558970344841643731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/4558970344841643731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/2008/03/precise-feelings.html' title='Precise Feelings'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845180341553644898.post-1045389905139042736</id><published>2008-02-17T10:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:18:20.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma'aet's Whispers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ff99;"&gt;Aching insane feelings,&lt;br /&gt;Impaired hungry moves,&lt;br /&gt; Wrinkling the glamour of my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;Plant another soil but mine,&lt;br /&gt;Where your seeds can blossom,&lt;br /&gt;Into your dark colors.&lt;br /&gt; I’m strangling the black &amp;amp;white dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Haunting glorious stars,&lt;br /&gt;To wash your essence off me.&lt;br /&gt; That voice holding me tight,&lt;br /&gt;Getting me a ride to another sky,&lt;br /&gt;I shall cherish and obey.&lt;br /&gt;Your remnants in me die,&lt;br /&gt;When I feel beyond the obvious.&lt;br /&gt; And within another turn around the sun,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be caressing charmed bushes in my land.&lt;br /&gt;And where light is no longer a sin,&lt;br /&gt; My senses will be filled,&lt;br /&gt; With a divine violet flavor.&lt;br /&gt;My heart will be embraced,&lt;br /&gt; By lavender blessings.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-1045389905139042736?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/1045389905139042736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=1045389905139042736' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/1045389905139042736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/1045389905139042736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/2008/02/maaets-whispers.html' title='Ma&apos;aet&apos;s Whispers'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845180341553644898.post-1049195636899052269</id><published>2008-02-17T10:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T10:17:24.185-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rod of Incense.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;Every night,&lt;br /&gt;Imaginary arms,&lt;br /&gt;Wraps my waist,&lt;br /&gt;Whispering words…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words delivering,&lt;br /&gt; Different warmth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every lonely night,&lt;br /&gt;A hand,&lt;br /&gt;Pats on my shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;Mumbling a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A song screaming,&lt;br /&gt;Not to tilt my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every cold night,&lt;br /&gt;A delicate finger,&lt;br /&gt;Wipes my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Closes my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Holding a kissable look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every shivering night,&lt;br /&gt;A velvet lip,&lt;br /&gt;Reaches my forehead,&lt;br /&gt;With a violet elixir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An Elixir,To reach beyond the dawn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-1049195636899052269?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/1049195636899052269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=1049195636899052269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/1049195636899052269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/1049195636899052269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/2008/02/rod-of-incense.html' title='A Rod of Incense.'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845180341553644898.post-4486154712814945307</id><published>2008-02-09T08:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T08:12:54.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing virginty</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#9999ff;"&gt;A Long journey holding a hazy destination.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing,&lt;br /&gt;But the sound of blue rain drops,&lt;br /&gt;Crash that nostalgic silence.&lt;br /&gt;Grey Hills of deaf pain,&lt;br /&gt;Squeezing that green soul,&lt;br /&gt;Drinking her white fantasies.&lt;br /&gt;Meaningless beats of a forgotten passion&lt;br /&gt;Dancing with the lone attitude._&lt;br /&gt;Desperate words clenching in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And a Strom of seeking tears,&lt;br /&gt;Crucifies a survival song&lt;br /&gt;On a glass slab.&lt;br /&gt;Obscure trials to reach my old shawl.&lt;br /&gt;Dry unscented skin,&lt;br /&gt;Yearns to embrace lime breaths,&lt;br /&gt;Longs for a salty breeze.&lt;br /&gt;I am holding a rose in the heart.&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for the dew to find me,&lt;br /&gt;Where the music of the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Is No longer played with despair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-4486154712814945307?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845180341553644898.post-393240641100936970</id><published>2008-01-31T03:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T03:49:24.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amusing War</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sparkling green lights,&lt;br /&gt;And a crimson gown.&lt;br /&gt;Your confused wide eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Dazzled with questions.&lt;br /&gt;Cunning hopes drawn on my face,&lt;br /&gt;Victory is warming the air,&lt;br /&gt;Your looks open the door,&lt;br /&gt;Taking a small peek.&lt;br /&gt;A Wide room suffering a vicious ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;Red shadows painting the walls,&lt;br /&gt;Dark closet full of dry flowers,&lt;br /&gt;Uniting for the funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Smelling like dust.&lt;br /&gt;Arrange your bouquet,&lt;br /&gt;Wear your agonic perfume.&lt;br /&gt;Put on your appealing jacket,&lt;br /&gt;Smile and turn around.&lt;br /&gt;The velvet blossom with glowing petals,&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly releasing a golden aura,&lt;br /&gt;Waved goodbye a while ago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-393240641100936970?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/393240641100936970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=393240641100936970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/393240641100936970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/393240641100936970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/2008/01/amusing-war.html' title='Amusing War'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845180341553644898.post-5467726773228197827</id><published>2008-01-31T03:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T03:42:23.798-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment in time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Leaning my shoulder on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Staring at the ladder shaped clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Wondering about your warm looks to my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Your runner away eyes when they meet mine.&lt;br /&gt;I am a refugee,&lt;br /&gt;Suffering an aching need to camp in your smile,&lt;br /&gt;To rest my head on your chest,&lt;br /&gt;And softly ring my arms around your waist.&lt;br /&gt;I heard your steps coming behind me,&lt;br /&gt;I listened to your inner whisper,&lt;br /&gt;But I muted my confessing voice…&lt;br /&gt;Protecting my ego from a self-stabbing!&lt;br /&gt;Loving you is inventible.&lt;br /&gt;The sweat vulnerability of the numb lips,&lt;br /&gt;Dying to tell you the truth!&lt;br /&gt;And after the famous three words,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll drown in my dizzy affection,&lt;br /&gt;I’d vanish from the red flush invading my body.._&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-5467726773228197827?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/5467726773228197827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=5467726773228197827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/5467726773228197827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/5467726773228197827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/2008/01/moment-in-time.html' title='A Moment in time'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4845180341553644898.post-8149924901597373222</id><published>2008-01-31T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T03:38:37.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiverings</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;You are a cold breeze in the dawn of a summer night…&lt;br /&gt;A deep breath after a long run…&lt;br /&gt;An emission of innocence from my old blanket.&lt;br /&gt;And hearing your voice feels like coming back home…&lt;br /&gt;The waves of love has carried me to your shore,&lt;br /&gt;And there I lay down peacefully,&lt;br /&gt;Where I don't want to open my eyes…&lt;br /&gt;While enjoying those tides of passion hitting my body,&lt;br /&gt;I surrender to the enchanted shivering&lt;br /&gt;Your touchable voice is tempting me&lt;br /&gt;To stay in your territory for eternity _&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-8149924901597373222?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/8149924901597373222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=8149924901597373222' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/8149924901597373222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4845180341553644898/posts/default/8149924901597373222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/2008/01/you-are-cold-breeze-in-dawn-of-summer.html' title='Shiverings'/><author><name>Samar Ali</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13008964707518998048</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-4845180341553644898.post-4228857050054108189</id><published>2008-01-31T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T03:32:28.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divine Green</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;I blamed you&lt;br /&gt;For mornings with no mist,&lt;br /&gt;For embracing nothing but air.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay on my white ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its cold outside,&lt;br /&gt;But,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll shatter walls of confusion&lt;br /&gt;With a divine knock of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my purple rescue boat&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hazy road,&lt;br /&gt;And a lighthouse standing.&lt;br /&gt;Walking my own path,&lt;br /&gt;On this planet called earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I got no hands but yours to hold&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holding a rose in my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Wishing for a full moon,&lt;br /&gt;To glow every night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Warmth is fading away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing on a silver cliff,&lt;br /&gt;Watching a new day,&lt;br /&gt;Stepping on relics of passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You’re wrapping my heart with a black ribbon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pouring rain,&lt;br /&gt;Is carving me a gemstone,&lt;br /&gt;To be held in my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My tears are longing to your fingers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A glance that I’ve forgotten,&lt;br /&gt;Is floating now,&lt;br /&gt;On my lips.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4845180341553644898-4228857050054108189?l=thepurpleshades.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepurpleshades.blogspot.com/feeds/4228857050054108189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4845180341553644898&amp;postID=4228857050054108189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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