<?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-35588256</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:37:26.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alljustlove</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-6476196144841436909</id><published>2007-05-19T00:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-19T00:11:33.712-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello there..</title><content type='html'>I have decided to continue posting my thoughts only at one URL and label them accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be updating this blog, but please note that my thoughts will continue to flow on this url -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://krupa-soulthoughts.blogspot.com/"&gt;Soulthoughts&lt;/a&gt; -&gt; http://krupa-soulthoughts.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KrupA&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35588256-6476196144841436909?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/6476196144841436909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=6476196144841436909' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/6476196144841436909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/6476196144841436909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2007/05/hello-there.html' title='Hello there..'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-319488491559819882</id><published>2007-03-15T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-15T20:29:13.555-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life in a moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/RfoNj3OtwHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hesyUTRIO6w/s1600-h/untitled.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/RfoNj3OtwHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hesyUTRIO6w/s320/untitled.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5042357642566942834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just give me one moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to live my life with you;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Give me one moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to look into your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to see you smile,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Just one moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And I want to hear you say,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Say "I love you"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I just want a moment,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I want to feel you and hug you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In a moment, I want to live;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Live with you and then call it "Life"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;In Love, you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;may&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; want to live in a moment without thinking about what next!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Even apart from Love, I think everyone should live and enjoy in each moment, you never know what's next. Why to worry about the moment that has not come yet. Almost all religion talks about living in each moment, being with the self. It talks about wisdom in staying in 'the moment'. When you believe in a particular religion, why not imbibe this fact as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Set yourself free and enjoy in each moment. And in case if you are lucky to feel Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;fir to bas kya kahiye?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35588256-319488491559819882?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/319488491559819882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=319488491559819882' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/319488491559819882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/319488491559819882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2007/03/life-in-moment.html' title='Life in a moment'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/RfoNj3OtwHI/AAAAAAAAAA8/hesyUTRIO6w/s72-c/untitled.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-3798174109442500795</id><published>2007-02-25T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T21:57:23.781-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Compatibility</title><content type='html'>People form a group where their likes dislikes match.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Sometimes there meet people whose likes dislikes do not match but they have a level where their adjustment level, acceptance level match. There is a match of giving attention to each other's thoughts even when they do not agree. So, it's like you enjoy talking because of healthy input from both the sides. To me, this is compatibility.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meeting with people who are compatible - is not very common. It may happen that the person you are staying with for many years is not compatible but the one whom you know just for few days/months might be really compatible. There is no limitation of duration for this. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I think, your love must also be someone who is compatible with you - who would respect your thoughts, who would give input of his thoughts equally, who 'might' oppose, might accept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Compatibility, in other words, is to Help each other build up mature environment of acceptance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35588256-3798174109442500795?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/3798174109442500795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=3798174109442500795' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/3798174109442500795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/3798174109442500795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2007/02/compatibility.html' title='Compatibility'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-5668788163683892552</id><published>2007-01-29T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:09:36.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moment Awaited!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/Rb6OV7j_cpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zK8eprfzW5Q/s1600-h/temp.bmp"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5025610741609099922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/Rb6OV7j_cpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zK8eprfzW5Q/s320/temp.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Moment - I wish never goes,&lt;br /&gt;I wish she always stays;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can confess,&lt;br /&gt;She means the world -&lt;br /&gt;I wish I can say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drowned in her thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Now she is standing in the front;&lt;br /&gt;Ooops!&lt;br /&gt;I missed a beat,&lt;br /&gt;Can she feel that a bit? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This was a different emotion of waiting for the loved one. I must say, the enjoyment one gets in awaiting for the precious smile and loving 'hello' can not simply be described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I feel, I lack the words to describe something to do the justice to the emotion. But I guess this time, the picture helps to do the justice.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~KrupA&lt;/strong&gt;&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/35588256-5668788163683892552?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/5668788163683892552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=5668788163683892552' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/5668788163683892552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/5668788163683892552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/moment-awaited.html' title='Moment Awaited!'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/Rb6OV7j_cpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/zK8eprfzW5Q/s72-c/temp.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-116078920093431688</id><published>2007-01-13T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T00:05:30.898-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is eternal</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;No one, but lover,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but love,&lt;br /&gt;You've got bless shower,&lt;br /&gt;When you're in Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, it's true. When you are in Love, your world is complete and you feel you are achieving your each dream. You have only one thing in mind and that because of your heart. In each obstacle of life, you get unlimited strength. Every step you take, you move towards your destiny.&lt;br /&gt;Amazing bliss!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Base for love is - Friendship. You start caring for each other. You want every situation to turn out in way to bring smile on his/her face. It feels like world's best music is dancing on the tune of love. Sometimes in the middle of a party, you feel empty when she(I may write she or he interchangebly here, basically as per whatever comes to mind) is not around and you just feel like calling her once and find out how she is doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get your work done or achieve something, or you cooked something new and tasty, you feel like sharing it with her first, then rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reader may argue that this kind of friendship can be called a good friendship rather than calling it love.. Well..it is up to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love is not the feeling to reject. It is a feeling to &lt;em&gt;accept&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;value&lt;/em&gt;. Love has its own wings, when one falls in, he starts flying in the eternity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~KrupA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35588256-116078920093431688?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116078920093431688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=116078920093431688' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116078920093431688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116078920093431688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-one-but-lover-nothing-but-love.html' title='Love is eternal'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-698976929024317731</id><published>2007-01-02T10:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T10:42:25.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attracting me towards its beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Deep that ocean,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;White the sea sand,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Fresh its water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Independent that voyager,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Open to the Blue Sky,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;How jealous I feel!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Seeing the beauty, possessed by thy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;(This is nothing but the background picture on my desktop ;), But I wish I can visit such place as well and soon!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;~KrupA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35588256-698976929024317731?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/698976929024317731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=698976929024317731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/698976929024317731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/698976929024317731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2007/01/attracting-me-towards-its-beauty.html' title='Attracting me towards its beauty'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-116469591243270540</id><published>2006-11-27T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T23:41:38.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Nature - My Love ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Recently, I went to some place where I was with nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could see water as nature's pious form of beauty. It looked like a water-color bedsheet of sea-size. During last few days I got a chance to see it during different time during a day. I saw it in the noon, in the evening and in the moonful night. (Unfortunately not in the early morning, which I am sure it must be great at that time too). When it was covered by those sunny rays, the water looked like a golden bedsheet. I felt like - I want to be covered under that golden layer and feel the bliss of being surrounded by the nature (at its purest).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During evening, it was in its playful mood. Water in all the directions - was just running with the wind. It was so white in color where two of those leherein ( I don't know English word for 'Laher' :(, but I hope you can feel what I am trying to say) meet. During sunset, I could feel that the Sun is going under water at the horizon. After that long day, Sun was actually going just to get recharged with the love of cold water. It was lightening the water up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During night, I saw it in a silver bedsheet form. It was a black (dark) beauty (deep blue ocean) . I was just standing on that bridge and trying to listen to each word of that flowing water. Whenever I am with nature, I want to hear what it says. It is so real. It is so true. [Get Detached from your self for a moment -i.e. Pause for that moment- and then try listening to the voice of nature, you will get some message. Trust me! Every 'Pause' to feel the realm of any moment is very Very important. Give it a try and then ask me if you can not feel anything.]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was observing the beauty of water, Playful clouds caught my attention. I saw clouds in different shapes, as if they had a running race and winning was only important.:D&lt;br /&gt;To me they were naughty kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh nature,&lt;br /&gt;help me become like you,&lt;br /&gt;Teach me the language you speak,&lt;br /&gt;make me sing,&lt;br /&gt;the song of your love theme,&lt;br /&gt;Show me how to live like you,&lt;br /&gt;how to love like you - so endless, so selfless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this moment, take a deep breath, feel the water, wind, sun, moon in front of you. Did you feel bliss? Since I am back from my trip, I could not resist to put nature's love into words to feel it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just FEEL it!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kabhi wo sunheri subah hai,&lt;br /&gt;to kabhi, Chandani ke sath chalti,&lt;br /&gt;Wo safed chamakti chadar hai,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamho me kaise jite hai,&lt;br /&gt;ye samjati uski har laher hai;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pyar ke roop kai hai,&lt;br /&gt;mehsus karati uski har adaa hai;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jaise Lavaris dhadkan ko,&lt;br /&gt;rango bhare sangeet ka sath hai,&lt;br /&gt;un taro ko chamakne ke liye,&lt;br /&gt;ladte rehne ka paigam hai;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Har insan ke jivan ke rahasya ko tu samaye,&lt;br /&gt;o kudrat, o pani, tera pyar bana mera jivan dharam!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~KrupA&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35588256-116469591243270540?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116469591243270540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=116469591243270540' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116469591243270540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116469591243270540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/nature-my-love.html' title='~ Nature - My Love ~'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-116373883243417644</id><published>2006-11-16T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-16T21:55:46.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First touch</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;First touch - how does it feel? In the form of body, when two soul mates meet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;They say... first time (anything)  in life is always great and nothing can be comparable. I agree to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;But I want to put down the love aspect of first touch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Someone you are in love with, when you hold his hands, how does it feel? It feels as if you were just waiting for this trusting hands. Like you wanted to go complete live and dead in this hands only.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;It's different sensation. When you hug your love, oh! It's an amazing expression of love. You are totally his then. You are not yourself. But you both are oneself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;When that killing lips touch the other one's lips, (woooo...) do you have any idea how would that feel? You know you might have kissed so many small kids, your mom or dad or bro or sis.. but the one which is expressed to your lover's lips, is an outstanding one. To me, this expression is very pure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;I heard one song today so many times as the music is reallllly nice.. The song from movie 'Parineeta' and it is the title song. It talks about two lover's meeting and when they call it a married relation, though they are not married. It has a soft passion of meeting and touching each other first time. Just listen to it once and you will know what I mean.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;That's it for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-weight: bold;"&gt;KrupA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35588256-116373883243417644?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116373883243417644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=116373883243417644' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116373883243417644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116373883243417644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/first-touch.html' title='First touch'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-116321872198513344</id><published>2006-11-10T20:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T07:33:29.223-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)font-size:100%;" &gt;One day I had received one sms which meant that memory works in a weird manner, when you are alone it works as a company to you and when you're in a crowd, it can make you completely isolated and alone. I think it is absolutely true. Sometimes when I am alone and I think of some good memory then I just don't need anyone around. I feel I am truly myself with that wonderful memory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now where I stay, it is amazing atmosphere outside. It is windy, it is rainy, it is little dark &amp; of course it is absolutely cold. Imagine a company of a beloved partner in this atmosphere and a nice music. How amazing is the time of life then. How complete you are then! No thoughts of anything but love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seeing the dewdrops on the leaf I feel - love is there too. Between that drop and leaf there is nothing else than a feeling of 'togetherness'.&lt;br /&gt;Trees and rivers welcome the rain with complete enthusiasm and seeing its excitement for a grand welcome, I feel they are just meant to complete each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmm.. Love everywhere! Why people just escape from love? Anyways.. I am really not here to take their responsibility. They might be already feeling love and I might not know. Should I care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Memory' - I am really not alone right now. I am with every 'pal' of thy memory. I feel the truth of that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Purity in your company, (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153); FONT-STYLE: italicfont-size:100%;" &gt;saath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)font-size:100%;" &gt;)&lt;br /&gt;Care in your words,&lt;br /&gt;I still can feel,&lt;br /&gt;endless love in your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years will pass by, for me,&lt;br /&gt;You'll only be my soul mate,&lt;br /&gt;Trust me and have faith,&lt;br /&gt;I'll be back, wherever you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rainy overwhelming nature,&lt;br /&gt;brings Memory of your smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Loving thoughts of yours,&lt;br /&gt;hey can you see?&lt;br /&gt;I am complete again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,153)font-size:100%;" &gt;KrupA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35588256-116321872198513344?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116321872198513344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=116321872198513344' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116321872198513344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116321872198513344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/memory.html' title='Memory'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-116275520625183673</id><published>2006-11-05T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-05T11:57:38.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Amanat</title><content type='html'>Ashq jo theherte nahi,&lt;br /&gt;Khushiya jo kampti rahi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;savalo ke shaher me bethi,&lt;br /&gt;dur tak koi tamanna nahi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laksh ki talash me roi,&lt;br /&gt;Lekin mausam muskurata hi nahi;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mulakato ko yaado me samaye,&lt;br /&gt;Beete lamho me khushiya dhundhe ye dil,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaine se pani mitane ki koshish karta,&lt;br /&gt;Jaane q Samajta hi nahi dil,&lt;br /&gt;aankho me chhupi teri amanat hai wo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35588256-116275520625183673?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116275520625183673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=116275520625183673' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116275520625183673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116275520625183673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2006/11/amanat.html' title='Amanat'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-116187362474694035</id><published>2006-10-26T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T07:40:24.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out</title><content type='html'>Check this out:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.consciousone.com/friend/index.cfm?PID=362"&gt;http://www.consciousone.com/friend/index.cfm?PID=362&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think, our intention, emotion and feeling should relate to LOVE and life is amazing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my present life, I have chosen quite negative emotions.. and I am aware of it. But I have not yet chosen to change.. I don't know when will I change..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, you keep 'loving' and hence 'living life'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;rup&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35588256-116187362474694035?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116187362474694035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=116187362474694035' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116187362474694035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116187362474694035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35588256.post-116011962225311157</id><published>2006-10-06T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-08T08:45:18.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love definition?</title><content type='html'>Well, well well.. there is an infinite definition to this endless emotion on this earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting to write on spiritual area, I could not stop myself from writing about love, 'Love' that is so real and that is so pure expression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not here to comment about people who merely don't know what Love is. I am here to write for myself, to admire Love. If I have anyone to discuss with me about love, I would ask: "Have you ever seen water in the sea dancing? How do you define dance of water?" When a person feels love, his heart dances and that you can see in the person's eyes. If you have ever seen anyone who's in Love, just observe his/her eyes. They look amazingly deep and communicating(expressive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eyes are the windows of the soul home, from where soul looks at the world. So when the soul finds love out in this world, its excitement is something you can ONLY feel and never analyze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love at the lower level is - meaning of life, reason to live and moments to cherish forever. I feel evveryone on this earth should love. I really wonder how people escape from a relationship which involves love. They say - 'It's a bondage' and I say it's a bond of unlimited emotions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, more is coming soon. By that time, think of Love and feel Love. :-))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/35588256-116011962225311157?l=alljustlove.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/feeds/116011962225311157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=35588256&amp;postID=116011962225311157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116011962225311157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/35588256/posts/default/116011962225311157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alljustlove.blogspot.com/2006/10/love-definition.html' title='Love definition?'/><author><name>KrupA</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02669514414763443776</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rsZd3CuSdiA/TBJVU5am95I/AAAAAAAAIjc/I3VRpU_HkNk/S220/IMG_5104.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
