<?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-2288498534760576174</id><updated>2012-02-04T07:39:07.901-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The sweet sound of silence</title><subtitle type='html'>The beats of a silent mind.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>31</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-4985005206719471669</id><published>2011-03-12T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-12T19:03:11.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where the words have gone.</title><content type='html'>Where the words have gone I don’t know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of all we've done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember those conversations,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That carried on through the night,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across waters, in the cover of daylight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were memories of moments,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the dark now, with you gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting patiently for the rising sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are to me, like a body to a shadow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often I have seeked your advice,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Often we reminisced about life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a friend, You are more,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will not forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a man of many mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the ravaged shore, that breaks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When wave upon wave of thoughts fill my mind,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I speak first and regret in time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though your silence feels like an awkward spell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit hopeful, with a penny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beside a wishing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you will not forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-4985005206719471669?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4985005206719471669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=4985005206719471669' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4985005206719471669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4985005206719471669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2011/03/where-words-have-gone-i-dont-know-when.html' title='Where the words have gone.'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-2878266923040330807</id><published>2011-02-22T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T16:47:26.681-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I don't have you to loose</title><content type='html'>I don’t have you to loose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have you hold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only stare at your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And paint a picture of your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl you make it seem,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m within a dream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there’s a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a twinkle in my eye,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my troubles say “Goodbye”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Whenever I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days, light on up,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For so many years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was living in the dark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now even when it’s way past my bedtime,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see it as a new day that starts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have you to loose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have you hold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only stare at your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And paint a picture of your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to take a breath,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To give my heart a rest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From beating out of my chest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, whenever I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl I see through your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And i can feel it when you touch,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All them other guys,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because there’s nothing left of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I say comes back to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t have you to loose,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have you hold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only stare at your beauty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And paint a picture of your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So whenever I think of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I let the world quiet down,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let my mind walk in circles,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around and around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I’m within a dream,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll keep looking till you’re found&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-2878266923040330807?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2878266923040330807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=2878266923040330807' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/2878266923040330807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/2878266923040330807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-dont-have-you-to-loose.html' title='I don&apos;t have you to loose'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-6091251974899737812</id><published>2011-01-02T19:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T19:02:54.837-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let it be said</title><content type='html'>Darling,&lt;br /&gt;I could love you,&lt;br /&gt;in so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;But when you came closer to me,&lt;br /&gt;I was afraid.&lt;br /&gt;Darling, I could love you,&lt;br /&gt;in so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;But when I spoke my mind to you,&lt;br /&gt;the words seemed out of place.&lt;br /&gt;You and all your wonder,&lt;br /&gt;make cowards out of the brave.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But when the heart wants an answer,&lt;br /&gt;It'll try anything,&lt;br /&gt;From standing on a stool,&lt;br /&gt;And calling out your name,&lt;br /&gt;Or writing out this song,&lt;br /&gt;To know if you feel the same.&lt;br /&gt;In times of love,&lt;br /&gt;We do crazy things,&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said,&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said,&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm falling for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Darling,&lt;br /&gt;Only, I could love you,&lt;br /&gt;in so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to being with you,&lt;br /&gt;I'm used to your tastes,&lt;br /&gt;I know how you like your coffee,&lt;br /&gt;I know your favourite movies,&lt;br /&gt;I've got them on dvd,&lt;br /&gt;And what you eat for breakfast,&lt;br /&gt;is now the same as me.&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said,&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said,&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm falling for you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Let it be said,&lt;br /&gt;So you know,&lt;br /&gt;if i keep the truth from you,&lt;br /&gt;I'd be waiting forever,&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm waiting forever,&lt;br /&gt;There will be other men,&lt;br /&gt;Who'll try to take you away,&lt;br /&gt;They'll bring flowers and chocolates,&lt;br /&gt;To get your attention,&lt;br /&gt;But before they do,&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said,&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said,&lt;br /&gt;Let it be said,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm falling for you.&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm falling for you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-6091251974899737812?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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building.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We'll be hand in hand,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;You will be more than a friend,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone I can, see myself with,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Someone I will commit too.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But for now I'll seek your shelter,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And I will seek out your soul,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If time is against us,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our love will be young,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we're old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oneday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will walk with you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Across this bridge,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're building,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And my heart will say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can't be said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be in your dreams,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll be your conversations,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'll make the best,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;out of all your bad situations,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;But for now i'll keep my tongue tied,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And let the pages unfold,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If time is against us,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our love will be young,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When we're old.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Oneday,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I will walk with you,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Across this bridge,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We're building,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So my heart can say,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What can't be said.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And If time is against us,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Our love can be young,&lt;/p&gt;When we're old&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-4047404004036698423?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4047404004036698423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=4047404004036698423' title='3 Comments'/><link 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type='text'>Significance</title><content type='html'>She is hardly insignificant my lord,&lt;br /&gt;For she has walked beside you,&lt;br /&gt;She has walked amongst gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is like the sirens seen by odysseus at sea,&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty believed to have sunk ships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is as important as Helen of Troy,&lt;br /&gt;Many a great war have been caused by her absence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lord she is Napolean's Josephine,&lt;br /&gt;Powerful men have trembled at the very thought of her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hardly insignificant my lord,&lt;br /&gt;For she has walked beside you,&lt;br /&gt;She has walked amongst gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her image was created by fairies and wizards,&lt;br /&gt;To enchant the most stubborn of non-believers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her eyes crafted from the finest of crystal,&lt;br /&gt;Allow man a glimpse of another world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands bear the texture of pure silk,&lt;br /&gt;She is a luxury many crave but only some can afford.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is hardly insignificant my lord,&lt;br /&gt;For she has walked beside you,&lt;br /&gt;She has walked amongst gods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2010 Akshay Lakhiani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-3877647141970191435?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3877647141970191435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=3877647141970191435' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/3877647141970191435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/3877647141970191435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/08/significance.html' title='Significance'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-5859298176831410795</id><published>2010-03-27T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T07:35:10.808-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A 100 ways (to say I love you)</title><content type='html'>Deeply,&lt;br /&gt;Devotedly,&lt;br /&gt;Utterly and Oh so willingly.&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Against the odds,&lt;br /&gt;Against your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;and borders that cut accross.&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it in a 100 ways,&lt;br /&gt;In Swahili or plain english.&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je t'adore,&lt;br /&gt;Aloha Au Ia ʻOe,&lt;br /&gt;Eu adoro você.&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consciously,&lt;br /&gt;Unconsciously,&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk through real and fantasy,&lt;br /&gt;We'll explore a world you've never seen.&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll say it in a 100 ways,&lt;br /&gt;Learn a new language everyday.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wo ai ni,&lt;br /&gt;Gvgeyuhi,&lt;br /&gt;Mama oyata adareyi,&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let down your guard and think free,&lt;br /&gt;Your ears are closed to your heart beat,&lt;br /&gt;You know what you feel,&lt;br /&gt;but your afraid to feel.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe that's why your body, freezes over,&lt;br /&gt;When you come close to me.&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, I'm scared too,&lt;br /&gt;First time i've ever said "I love you",&lt;br /&gt;I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happily,&lt;br /&gt;Unhappily,&lt;br /&gt;Even when you dont want company,&lt;br /&gt;I'll bring back your smile, have faith in me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'll say it in a 100 ways,&lt;br /&gt;And if I cant I'll translate.&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aku tresnasliramu,&lt;br /&gt;Naenu Ninnu Praemisthunnaanu,&lt;br /&gt;Main tumse pyar karta hun,&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since our last date,&lt;br /&gt;I've seen you around, but nothing said,&lt;br /&gt;I'm was hoping you'd come around someday,&lt;br /&gt;Let butterflies out of you,&lt;br /&gt;Let them take to the skies, into the blue,&lt;br /&gt;There's only room for me in you.&lt;br /&gt;There's only room for me in you.&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carefully,&lt;br /&gt;or Carelessly,&lt;br /&gt;Make up your mind about me,&lt;br /&gt;And if you choose to stick with me.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, there's no returns, no warranties,&lt;br /&gt;You say "I'm yours", and I'll never leave.&lt;br /&gt;Oh you say "I'm yours", and I'll never leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever, and ever, and ever, ever, ever,&lt;br /&gt;I'm yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-5859298176831410795?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5859298176831410795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=5859298176831410795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/5859298176831410795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/5859298176831410795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/03/100-ways-to-say-i-love-you.html' title='A 100 ways (to say I love you)'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-3093668995559629379</id><published>2010-02-23T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T04:31:34.444-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty Pleasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27186_483770525231_759860231_11402360_7400549_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash1/hs498.ash1/27186_483770525231_759860231_11402360_7400549_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your guilty pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;your boy wonder,&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're under...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your ben and jerry's,&lt;br /&gt;Oh topped with cherries,&lt;br /&gt;I'm more addictive than your blackberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a packet of hershey's kisses,&lt;br /&gt;I'm way better than reeses,&lt;br /&gt;If feeling loved is one of your wishes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm your guilty pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;your boy wonder,&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're under...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret baby,&lt;br /&gt;Your friends they dont like me,&lt;br /&gt;they say i'm like an extra calorie,&lt;br /&gt;that I'm bad for you,&lt;br /&gt;and I'll break your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Someday when you really need me.&lt;br /&gt;Now I dont why they say that,&lt;br /&gt;But theres a reason that you come back,&lt;br /&gt;You cant resist living dangerously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'm your guilty pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;your boy wonder,&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're under...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your very own timberlake,&lt;br /&gt;Bring your sexy back when you feel overweight,&lt;br /&gt;I can be your favourite pair of jimmy choo's,&lt;br /&gt;Lift you to higher ground when you choose,&lt;br /&gt;Or I could dress up as a vampire from twilight,&lt;br /&gt;and knock at your door at midnight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm your guilty pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;your boy wonder,&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're under...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why keep up with the kardashians?&lt;br /&gt;Or play BFF with hilton?&lt;br /&gt;When I can put the E in entertainment, for you,&lt;br /&gt;For you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I'm like pancakes with maple syrup,&lt;br /&gt;A venti frappuccino from starbucks,&lt;br /&gt;I'm one temptation, you can never give up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm your guilty pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;your boy wonder,&lt;br /&gt;whenever you're under...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Akshay Lakhiani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-3093668995559629379?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3093668995559629379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=3093668995559629379' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/3093668995559629379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/3093668995559629379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2010/02/guilty-pleasure.html' title='Guilty Pleasure'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-4230457640025292774</id><published>2009-12-30T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:13:19.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stargazer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/SztR2YSGILI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LPpsaaFUG-E/s1600-h/11852_353116450231_759860231_10372998_4455853_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 160px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/SztR2YSGILI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LPpsaaFUG-E/s200/11852_353116450231_759860231_10372998_4455853_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421016571143659698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part the clouds with your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Look into space through a telescope,&lt;br /&gt;Ask the stars to make a choice for you,&lt;br /&gt;If you dont approve, of what the voice,&lt;br /&gt;in your head says, you're free to go for now,&lt;br /&gt;I give up the chase,&lt;br /&gt;I give up the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The open road or a simple life,&lt;br /&gt;Which way to go, you decide,&lt;br /&gt;I wont interfere anymore,&lt;br /&gt;Live out your dreams, fulfill your ambitions,&lt;br /&gt;But do not ask me, to keep my arms open,&lt;br /&gt;Or close my eyes and ears,&lt;br /&gt;And leave this beating heart in neutral,&lt;br /&gt;Until you return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Consult the psychics and see their visions,&lt;br /&gt;Trust a tarrot card reader to tell you, your fortune,&lt;br /&gt;Log in to facebook and answer the questions, on the quizzes,&lt;br /&gt;Does he really care for me? When will we become mr and mrs?&lt;br /&gt;Don't believe in destiny, as shown in movies or books,&lt;br /&gt;It made a fool of you and me,&lt;br /&gt;Our world is small, but our land divided,&lt;br /&gt;We're with eachother and yet apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chance encounters falling from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;The two souls brought together were you and I,&lt;br /&gt;We felt the red hot love, light up our disbelief,&lt;br /&gt;Then the smoke appeared, and I saw you leave,&lt;br /&gt;So do not ask me, to keep my arms open,&lt;br /&gt;Or close my eyes and ears,&lt;br /&gt;And leave this beating heart in neutral,&lt;br /&gt;Until you return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Part the clouds with your thoughts,&lt;br /&gt;Look into space through a telescope,&lt;br /&gt;Ask the stars to make a choice for you,&lt;br /&gt;If you dont approve, of what the voice,&lt;br /&gt;in your head says, you're free to go for now,&lt;br /&gt;I give up the chase,&lt;br /&gt;I give up the chase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But do not ask me, to keep my arms open,&lt;br /&gt;Or close my eyes and ears,&lt;br /&gt;And leave this beating heart in neutral,&lt;br /&gt;Until you return,&lt;br /&gt;I've given up the chase.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-4230457640025292774?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4230457640025292774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=4230457640025292774' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4230457640025292774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4230457640025292774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/stargazer.html' title='Stargazer'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/SztR2YSGILI/AAAAAAAAAFY/LPpsaaFUG-E/s72-c/11852_353116450231_759860231_10372998_4455853_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-4627736772650643056</id><published>2009-12-30T05:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T05:10:53.897-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Knock on my door, death.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/SztRNbbyIJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/52W0WYkAvUU/s1600-h/11852_363633510231_759860231_10446189_663599_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 186px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/SztRNbbyIJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/52W0WYkAvUU/s200/11852_363633510231_759860231_10446189_663599_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421015867614961810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock on my door, death,&lt;br /&gt;Take me up, to a higher place,&lt;br /&gt;Up in the clouds, death,&lt;br /&gt;Where the angels play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear my call, death,&lt;br /&gt;Let me out, of this iron cage,&lt;br /&gt;The collar on my neck, death,&lt;br /&gt;The needles in my veins,&lt;br /&gt;I cant move, I cant feel a thing,&lt;br /&gt;Take me up to a higher place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock on my door, death,&lt;br /&gt;You're my saving grace,&lt;br /&gt;These pills i take,&lt;br /&gt;The potions they make me drink,&lt;br /&gt;To feel alive is to feel no pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knock on my door, death,&lt;br /&gt;But tread silently into the room,&lt;br /&gt;And if you must, whisper my name,&lt;br /&gt;For she has just fallen asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont you wake her up, death,&lt;br /&gt;She believes,&lt;br /&gt;She believes,&lt;br /&gt;It's all a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She believes,&lt;br /&gt;She believes,&lt;br /&gt;It's all a dream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"When death calls, there is no voice mail option" - Robert Downey Jr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Akshay Lakhiani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-4627736772650643056?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/SztRNbbyIJI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/52W0WYkAvUU/s72-c/11852_363633510231_759860231_10446189_663599_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-7295516359840338529</id><published>2009-12-06T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T00:33:00.748-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Forever</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0g7d8d6b5R1lb/610x.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 292px; height: 201px;" src="http://cache.daylife.com/imageserve/0g7d8d6b5R1lb/610x.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes for granted her beautiful face,&lt;br /&gt;Controls the elements with her embrace,&lt;br /&gt;She's showered with gifts from the rain,&lt;br /&gt;And never bothered by a stray gust of wind,&lt;br /&gt;The earth supports her through her difficult times,&lt;br /&gt;While the sun romances her with fiery lines.&lt;br /&gt;But look out the beauty is fading,&lt;br /&gt;Now she's bending backwards,&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed of her sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh what news does the hummingbird bring?&lt;br /&gt;My, my, it seems the bees have stopped their buzzing,&lt;br /&gt;All her precious gold has been taken away,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, She's spread accross the land,&lt;br /&gt;Faster than the plague.&lt;br /&gt;No more miss innocent,&lt;br /&gt;She's been dressed down to a naked stem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how she could believe,&lt;br /&gt;That what she sees,&lt;br /&gt;When she looks into a mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Could last,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Could last,&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She takes for granted her beautiful face,&lt;br /&gt;Make enemies with the ego she displays,&lt;br /&gt;All are jealous of the attention she gets,&lt;br /&gt;I've heard her friends plotting for revenge,&lt;br /&gt;She assumes her name makes the headlines,&lt;br /&gt;She assumes that those who dont stop and stare, must be blind,&lt;br /&gt;They must be blind,&lt;br /&gt;They must be blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Burst out of your bubble, woman,&lt;br /&gt;Keep silent so you can listen to yourself.&lt;br /&gt;You wont find love if you insist you're better than everyone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a page out of human stories,&lt;br /&gt;A lesser known fact is that, fear equates to happiness,&lt;br /&gt;That's why the over confident dont stand up straight,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they're afraid of loosing their balance and falling to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;Take my word, If you dont expect to receive,&lt;br /&gt;You will get more than you can ask for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how she could believe,&lt;br /&gt;That what she sees,&lt;br /&gt;When she looks into a mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Could last,&lt;br /&gt;Could last,&lt;br /&gt;Oh Could last,&lt;br /&gt;Forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-7295516359840338529?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7295516359840338529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=7295516359840338529' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/7295516359840338529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/7295516359840338529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/12/beautiful-forever.html' title='Beautiful Forever'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-1866415319666825267</id><published>2009-11-19T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T17:23:41.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/SwXvYMACleI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4vU2HfASDtY/s1600/tonight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 198px; height: 258px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/SwXvYMACleI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4vU2HfASDtY/s200/tonight.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405990126545442274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If I could hold you,&lt;br /&gt;Just for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;Birds watching,&lt;br /&gt;As butterflies take their flight.&lt;br /&gt;All around us they fly,&lt;br /&gt;Everything disappears, but you and I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could dream you,&lt;br /&gt;Just for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I'd become friends with the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And sing him lullabies,&lt;br /&gt;Pray he never wakes,&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow doesnt come,&lt;br /&gt;Until the very end,&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to keep away the sun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Just for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine.&lt;br /&gt;Just for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could speak to you,&lt;br /&gt;Just for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;I'd loose the poetry,&lt;br /&gt;Forget my english degree,&lt;br /&gt;Oh I'll speak from my heart and confess,&lt;br /&gt;That I did what i did to impress, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were to see you,&lt;br /&gt;Just for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;You may hear flashes,&lt;br /&gt;Coming from my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;As I capture you in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;We may never meet again,&lt;br /&gt;This maybe the only time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Just for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine.&lt;br /&gt;Just for tonight,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be mine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-1866415319666825267?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/1866415319666825267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=1866415319666825267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/1866415319666825267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/1866415319666825267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/11/tonight.html' title='Tonight'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/SwXvYMACleI/AAAAAAAAAFA/4vU2HfASDtY/s72-c/tonight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-7359970153077708435</id><published>2009-09-22T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T20:28:34.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://themadgrad.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/happiness-jpg.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 342px; height: 347px;" src="http://themadgrad.files.wordpress.com/2009/05/happiness-jpg.jpeg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I miscalculated our time together,&lt;br /&gt;Punched in numbers of years,&lt;br /&gt;That meant we'd last forvever,&lt;br /&gt;And so I failed the exam, that faith set for us,&lt;br /&gt;I lost love again in the pursuit of lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes another shot at happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Its taken off like a rocket into space,&lt;br /&gt;There goes another shot at happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, farewell, for you'll be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't appreciate you as much,&lt;br /&gt;When I had you there with me,&lt;br /&gt;I took pleasure in company,&lt;br /&gt;I left you at home lonely,&lt;br /&gt;And so I failed the exam, that faith set for us,&lt;br /&gt;I lost love again in the pursuit of lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes another shot at happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Its taken off like a rocket into space,&lt;br /&gt;There goes another shot at happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, farewell, for you'll be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish i'd spent more time learning about you,&lt;br /&gt;So many questions left unanswered,&lt;br /&gt;I cant decide between whats false and true,&lt;br /&gt;And so I failed the exam, that faith set for us,&lt;br /&gt;I lost love again in the pursuit of lust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There goes my last shot at happiness,&lt;br /&gt;It disappeared in the dark, without a trace,&lt;br /&gt;There goes my last shot at happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Bye bye, farewell, for you'll be missed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Akshay Lakhiani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-7359970153077708435?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7359970153077708435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=7359970153077708435' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/7359970153077708435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/7359970153077708435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/09/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-131750201516850461</id><published>2009-07-15T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T20:00:36.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make You Mine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs162.snc1/6052_211895105231_759860231_7990828_2911387_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 388px; height: 310px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs162.snc1/6052_211895105231_759860231_7990828_2911387_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its over,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I read too much into you,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its over,&lt;br /&gt;And yet I dont regret telling you,&lt;br /&gt;How could i?&lt;br /&gt;When loving you is all i know to do.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its over for you,&lt;br /&gt;But not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its over,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we forget the rules this once,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its over,&lt;br /&gt;And I provide a smile when you're down,&lt;br /&gt;Or a shoulder to lean on.&lt;br /&gt;Just because you're taken,&lt;br /&gt;Doesnt mean we cant be together anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe its over for you,&lt;br /&gt;But not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, you better pay close attention cuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;Someday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says the end has to be the end? ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Akshay Lakhiani.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art by ©  Chuck Staley 2009 - Secret Admirer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-131750201516850461?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/131750201516850461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=131750201516850461' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/131750201516850461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/131750201516850461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/make-you-mine.html' title='Make You Mine'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-2055816354205403374</id><published>2009-07-14T11:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T11:31:08.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love and War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://irishantiwar.org/files/upload-images/photoes/Protests/MakeLoveNotWar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 419px; height: 629px;" src="http://irishantiwar.org/files/upload-images/photoes/Protests/MakeLoveNotWar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Light up the moon,&lt;br /&gt;Light up the moon,&lt;br /&gt;In the afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;I'm awake but I keep dreaming,&lt;br /&gt;I keep dreaming of her with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her lips,&lt;br /&gt;They're worth a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;They're worth a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;But I dont dare to be,&lt;br /&gt;The one who kisses them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;How the boys fall,&lt;br /&gt;How she reduces them to puddles,&lt;br /&gt;On the floor,&lt;br /&gt;On the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Lies another casualty of love and war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Like ecstasy,&lt;br /&gt;Like ecstasy,&lt;br /&gt;Working its magic in me.&lt;br /&gt;She's a drug, no she's a revelation,&lt;br /&gt;Some sort of potent concoction,&lt;br /&gt;That makes my heart beat faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her touch,&lt;br /&gt;Can warm a soul,&lt;br /&gt;Can warm a soul,&lt;br /&gt;But I dont dare to be,&lt;br /&gt;The one who holds her hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;How the boys fall,&lt;br /&gt;How she reduces them to puddles,&lt;br /&gt;On the floor,&lt;br /&gt;On the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Lies another casualty of love and war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the floor,&lt;br /&gt;On the floor,&lt;br /&gt;Someone save me before she takes one more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Akshay Lakhiani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-2055816354205403374?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2055816354205403374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=2055816354205403374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/2055816354205403374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/2055816354205403374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/love-and-war.html' title='Love and War'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-641563871822731304</id><published>2009-07-12T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T04:49:59.685-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ordinary Days - In english</title><content type='html'>I'm standing on building ledges,&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaning outside my windowsill,&lt;br /&gt;I'm walking city streets at night,&lt;br /&gt;Ignoring the right or left,&lt;br /&gt;I'm searching for purpose in traffic.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the world is moving on,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still five steps behind everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still five steps behind everyone.&lt;br /&gt;People say to put the past behind,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still convinced that you're the one,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still convinced that you're the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my life hangs in the balance because of you,&lt;br /&gt;I've surrendered my mind and soul to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel again, what I felt with you.&lt;br /&gt;All the joy, all the pain, all the excitement you'd bring to my life.&lt;br /&gt;(Its so ordinary without you.) x2&lt;br /&gt;(Its so ordinary without you.) x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm playing with fire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting high on desire,&lt;br /&gt;I'm drowing in alcohol,&lt;br /&gt;The chemicals they take me way, from ordinary days.&lt;br /&gt;With their help I hallucinate, and imagine your face.&lt;br /&gt;You see, the letters say you're gone,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still five steps behind everyone,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still five steps behind everyone.&lt;br /&gt;People say to put the past behind,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm still convinced that you're the one,&lt;br /&gt;I'm still convinced that you're the one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now my life hangs in the balance because of you,&lt;br /&gt;I've surrendered my mind and soul to be with you,&lt;br /&gt;I want to feel again, what I felt with you.&lt;br /&gt;All the joy, all the pain, all the excitement you'd bring to my life.&lt;br /&gt;(It's so ordinary without you.) x2&lt;br /&gt;(Its so ordinary without you.) x2&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-641563871822731304?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/641563871822731304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=641563871822731304' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/641563871822731304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/641563871822731304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/ordinary-days-in-english.html' title='Ordinary Days - In english'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-1201120695615732358</id><published>2009-07-12T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-12T04:46:16.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Giorni ordinari (Ordinary Days)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs162.snc1/6052_209952230231_759860231_7928836_3019284_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 328px;" src="http://photos-e.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs162.snc1/6052_209952230231_759860231_7928836_3019284_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sto sopra i cornicioni degli edifici&lt;br /&gt;Sto aggrappata al davanzale della mia finestra&lt;br /&gt;Cammino per le strade della città di notte,&lt;br /&gt;Ignorando la destra o la sinistra,&lt;br /&gt;sto cercando uno scopo/un obiettivo nel traffico,&lt;br /&gt;Vedi, il mondo continua a girare( continua a muoversi)&lt;br /&gt;Ma io sono ancora 5 passi indietro a tutti&lt;br /&gt;sono ancora 5 passi indietro a tutti.&lt;br /&gt;La gente dice di lasciare il passato alle spalle,&lt;br /&gt;Ma io sono ancora convinta che tu sia l'unico&lt;br /&gt;Sono ancora convinta che tu sia l'unico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E ora la mia vita è in bilico per via di te&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono arresa alla mia mente e dovrei stare con te&lt;br /&gt;Voglio provare di nuovo, quello che ho provato con te&lt;br /&gt;Tutta la gioia, tutto il dolore, tutta l'emozione che tu hai donato alla mia vita.&lt;br /&gt;( E' così ordinario senza te. )x 2&lt;br /&gt;( E' così ordinario senza te. )x 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sto giocando con il fuoco,&lt;br /&gt;Il mio desiderio si accende,&lt;br /&gt;Sto affogando nell'alcohol,&lt;br /&gt;I medicinali mi portano via, dai giorni comuni.&lt;br /&gt;Con il loro aiuto ho le visioni, e immagino il tuo viso.&lt;br /&gt;vedi, le lettere dicono che tu te ne sei andato&lt;br /&gt;Ma io sono ancora 5 passi dietro a tutti&lt;br /&gt;sono ancora 5 passi dietro a tutti.&lt;br /&gt;la gente dice di lasciare il passato alle spalle&lt;br /&gt;ma io sono ancora convinta che tu sia l'unico&lt;br /&gt;sono ancora convinta che tu sia l'unico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;e ora la mia vita è in bilico per via di te/ per causa tua&lt;br /&gt;Mi sono arresa alla mia mente e dovrei stare con te,&lt;br /&gt;Voglio provare di nuovo,quello che ho provato con te&lt;br /&gt;tutta la gioia, tutto il dolore, tutta l'emozione che tu hai donato alla mia vita&lt;br /&gt;( E' così ordinario senza te. ) x2&lt;br /&gt;( E' così ordinario senza te. ) x2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Akshay Lakhiani.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span 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href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/07/giorni-ordinari-ordinary-days.html' title='Giorni ordinari (Ordinary Days)'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-4675047213368716677</id><published>2009-05-27T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T22:38:33.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Parachute me down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ultimategifts.co.uk/images/parachute.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 585px;" src="http://www.ultimategifts.co.uk/images/parachute.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parachute me down please,&lt;br /&gt;Down to the ground please,&lt;br /&gt;For I'am afraid of heights,&lt;br /&gt;I'am afraid up of being up there in clouds.&lt;br /&gt;In dreamland the fall is greater,&lt;br /&gt;Than the show our imagination puts on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parachute me down please,&lt;br /&gt;Down to the ground please,&lt;br /&gt;For I'am afraid of heights,&lt;br /&gt;I'am afraid up of being up there in clouds.&lt;br /&gt;Its a kaleidoscope world,&lt;br /&gt;With bright lights flashing all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been fooled before, fooled by my mind.&lt;br /&gt;I've been fooled before, fooled by my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I've seen things before, that really arent mine.&lt;br /&gt;I've fallen in this trap of yours, time after time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parachute me down please,&lt;br /&gt;Down to the ground please,&lt;br /&gt;For I'am afraid of heights,&lt;br /&gt;I'am afraid up of being up there in clouds.&lt;br /&gt;In dreamland the fall is greater,&lt;br /&gt;Than the show our imagination puts on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parachute me down please,&lt;br /&gt;Down to the ground please,&lt;br /&gt;For I'am afraid of heights,&lt;br /&gt;I dont want to be up there in clouds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-4675047213368716677?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4675047213368716677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=4675047213368716677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4675047213368716677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4675047213368716677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/parachute-me-down.html' title='Parachute me down'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-3635783263915516790</id><published>2009-05-22T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T19:26:12.477-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tibet here I come!</title><content type='html'>I've decided to take a break from Writing and make a trip to tibet and the himalaya's in the hope of finding some inspiration for a couple of new songs I'm working on :D  So I'll be posting some new material soon and some very interesting songs as well next month but for now I leave you with this beautiful quote I happened upon....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“"When I was a child, ladies and gentleman, I was a dreamer. I read comic books, and I was the hero in the movie. So every dream I ever dreamed has come true a hundred times...I learned very early in life that: "Without a song, the day would never end; without a song, a man ain't got a friend; without a song, the road would never bed -- without a song." So I keep singing my song."” - Elvis Presley&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-3635783263915516790?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/3635783263915516790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=3635783263915516790' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/3635783263915516790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/3635783263915516790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/tibet-here-i-come.html' title='Tibet here I come!'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-6586906516192595032</id><published>2009-05-19T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T20:23:09.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When will we be found</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4493_179587910231_759860231_7142693_613173_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 404px; height: 240px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4493_179587910231_759860231_7142693_613173_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember summer?&lt;br /&gt;The stars were sleeping,&lt;br /&gt;No one, guarding the nightfall,&lt;br /&gt;When they woke,&lt;br /&gt;They woke to, late october,&lt;br /&gt;When the end, had come before the fall.&lt;br /&gt;We are falling,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Our hands are slipping,&lt;br /&gt;You can't hold on anymore.&lt;br /&gt;You feel its time to let me go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter approaches,&lt;br /&gt;The earth's confused,&lt;br /&gt;It rejects reality,&lt;br /&gt;The Sky feels used,&lt;br /&gt;It's lost its Identity.&lt;br /&gt;And all is white.&lt;br /&gt;Colours faded in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;When will we be found.&lt;br /&gt;When will we be found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are pushing me away,&lt;br /&gt;I want to stay,&lt;br /&gt;But you dont want me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;I'll walk the cold,&lt;br /&gt;I know that you have had me replaced,&lt;br /&gt;I'll stand in place,&lt;br /&gt;I wont bring you disgrace.&lt;br /&gt;We've been buried in the snow.&lt;br /&gt;We're in too deep, to let the past go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter approaches,&lt;br /&gt;The earth's confused,&lt;br /&gt;It rejects reality,&lt;br /&gt;The Sky feels used,&lt;br /&gt;It's lost its Identity.&lt;br /&gt;And all is white.&lt;br /&gt;Colours faded in the ground.&lt;br /&gt;When will we be found.&lt;br /&gt;When will we be found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When will we be found.&lt;br /&gt;When will we be found..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright. © 2009 Akshay Lakhiani. All Rights Reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-6586906516192595032?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6586906516192595032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=6586906516192595032' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/6586906516192595032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/6586906516192595032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/when-will-we-be-found.html' title='When will we be found'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-2487599737205830908</id><published>2009-05-14T04:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T06:39:41.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Posts</title><content type='html'>More songs on Next Page :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-2487599737205830908?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2487599737205830908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=2487599737205830908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/2487599737205830908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/2487599737205830908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-songs-on-next-page.html' title='More Posts'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-4984083762958760063</id><published>2009-05-13T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T00:07:30.031-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandcastles in the sky</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4529_176989635231_759860231_7077673_1999910_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 332px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs059.snc1/4529_176989635231_759860231_7077673_1999910_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're infatuated with a man,&lt;br /&gt;That isnt me.&lt;br /&gt;You're infatuated with a man,&lt;br /&gt;Thats make believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're in your own little world,&lt;br /&gt;While I'm lost in space,&lt;br /&gt;You see me as something I'm not,&lt;br /&gt;You dont even recognize my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop building, sandcastles in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta fly yourself, back down to earth,&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the truth,dig your hands in dirt,&lt;br /&gt;This is how we both rose,&lt;br /&gt;This is the path I thought you chose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got his posters on your walls,&lt;br /&gt;You're say your done, but still involved,&lt;br /&gt;Secretly you wish I would be him.&lt;br /&gt;You're so used to vampire tales,&lt;br /&gt;Dressed up fairy tales,&lt;br /&gt;Now you assume you know what love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop building, sandcastles in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta fly yourself, back down to earth,&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the truth,dig your hands in dirt,&lt;br /&gt;This is how we both rose,&lt;br /&gt;This is what i miss the most.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No more, living up to expectations,&lt;br /&gt;I, have to find my own direction.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be free, I wanna be me.&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be free, I wanna be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop building, sandcastles in the sky,&lt;br /&gt;You gotta fly yourself, back down to earth,&lt;br /&gt;Embrace the truth,dig your hands in dirt,&lt;br /&gt;This is how we both rose,&lt;br /&gt;This why I oppose, what you believe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright. © 2009 Akshay Lakhiani. All Rights Reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-4984083762958760063?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4984083762958760063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=4984083762958760063' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4984083762958760063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4984083762958760063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/sandcastles-in-sky.html' title='Sandcastles in the sky'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-7784058368670599342</id><published>2009-05-13T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:26:23.855-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faces in the walls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs006.snc1/2823_171383965231_759860231_6941387_369157_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 360px; height: 360px;" src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs006.snc1/2823_171383965231_759860231_6941387_369157_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people search in mirrors,&lt;br /&gt;All they find is themselves,&lt;br /&gt;starring back their way.&lt;br /&gt;Some people search in mirrors,&lt;br /&gt;Their mind is up for sale,&lt;br /&gt;Their bodies on display.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I look to the walls.&lt;br /&gt;My blank sheet of paper.&lt;br /&gt;No you, cant see inside you.&lt;br /&gt;Well, who would want to?&lt;br /&gt;When you could liberate,&lt;br /&gt;Your imagination.&lt;br /&gt;Let freedom reign over creativity.&lt;br /&gt;Next thing you know,&lt;br /&gt;You'll be holding up a grammy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find faces in the walls,&lt;br /&gt;People I've, never seen before,&lt;br /&gt;That are inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find faces in the walls,&lt;br /&gt;People I've, never seen before,&lt;br /&gt;That are inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look past the world.&lt;br /&gt;And you'd see, more than what,&lt;br /&gt;You're supposed to see.&lt;br /&gt;Look past the world.&lt;br /&gt;You'd see, not one, not two&lt;br /&gt;You'd see a million possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why close your mind?&lt;br /&gt;Why do as your told?&lt;br /&gt;The time has come,&lt;br /&gt;For you to take control.&lt;br /&gt;Forget Society.&lt;br /&gt;You can be, more than they say.&lt;br /&gt;You can be a different person,&lt;br /&gt;Come tomorrow or today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, Lock me up,&lt;br /&gt;Throw away the key or believe in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find faces in the walls,&lt;br /&gt;People I've, never seen before,&lt;br /&gt;That are inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find faces in the walls,&lt;br /&gt;People I've, never seen before,&lt;br /&gt;That are inside me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright. © 2009 Akshay Lakhiani. All Rights Reserved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you havent read the story, Yellow Wallpaper might I suggest reading it, its inspiring :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-7784058368670599342?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7784058368670599342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=7784058368670599342' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/7784058368670599342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/7784058368670599342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/faces-in-walls.html' title='Faces in the walls'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-8831299453283247875</id><published>2009-05-13T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T10:20:15.199-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romantically Challenged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_144329730231_759860231_6440514_2790576_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 327px; height: 340px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_144329730231_759860231_6440514_2790576_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happens when a cynic meets a romantic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the world through your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;How bout seein it through mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see dark skies above,&lt;br /&gt;I see a candlelit love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see empty fields of green,&lt;br /&gt;I see a place to plant our dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you see snow in the driveway,&lt;br /&gt;And I see another reason, for me to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a'lil look closer and you'll see,&lt;br /&gt;I dont plan on going anywhere,&lt;br /&gt;Unless, you're coming with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a'lil look closer and you'll see,&lt;br /&gt;That you're the only thing that is constant,&lt;br /&gt;In a world that keeps changing,&lt;br /&gt;All around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see the world through your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;How bout seein it through mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a text on your phone,&lt;br /&gt;I see me scared to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see a closet full of shoes,&lt;br /&gt;I see my journeys with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you see the end of sex in the city,&lt;br /&gt;And I see mr big finally getting carey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a'lil look closer and you'll see,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna spend all my days with you,&lt;br /&gt;Its the only chance I get, to be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a'lil look closer and you'll see,&lt;br /&gt;We are perfect together,&lt;br /&gt;Like Seal and Heidi...&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you agree?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Akshay Lakhiani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-8831299453283247875?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/8831299453283247875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=8831299453283247875' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/8831299453283247875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/8831299453283247875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/romantically-challenged.html' title='Romantically Challenged'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-5212487792555232399</id><published>2009-05-13T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:11:41.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storybook eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/387054123_705f33d2fd.jpg?v=0"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 409px; height: 284px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/128/387054123_705f33d2fd.jpg?v=0" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your storybook eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I do my best to analyse,&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings that I have for you,&lt;br /&gt;All the feelings that I covered with lies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby with me, its gotta be you,&lt;br /&gt;Baby with me, its gotta be you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I may not say much to you,&lt;br /&gt;eventhough this love is true,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I dont know the way you feel,&lt;br /&gt;and I'm waiting on you to reveal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is I've tried so many times,&lt;br /&gt;to come clean and make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;but each time i take that chance,&lt;br /&gt;somehow i cant advance....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont know what words to use,&lt;br /&gt;Simple words that you'd never refuse,&lt;br /&gt;My heart, its confused and dazed,&lt;br /&gt;all the red turned into to grey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I look into your storybook eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Will you see right through my disguise?&lt;br /&gt;Let me change your mind, take your hand,&lt;br /&gt;So there's no more goodbyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby with me, its gotta be you,&lt;br /&gt;Baby with me, its gotta be you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh When I look into your storybook eyes,&lt;br /&gt;I'd read every chapter, learn each line,&lt;br /&gt;so I can try and find a clear sign,&lt;br /&gt;that we were meant to be,&lt;br /&gt;I was a character in your story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Baby with me, its gotta be you,&lt;br /&gt;Baby with me, its gotta be you...)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright. © 2009 Akshay Lakhiani. All Rights Reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-5212487792555232399?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/5212487792555232399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=5212487792555232399' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/5212487792555232399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/5212487792555232399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/storybook-eyes.html' title='Storybook eyes'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-6310710651558236428</id><published>2009-05-11T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:56:56.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hope you like the songs I've posted so far. My website is up in coming and should be completed soon. When its ready i'll be putting up some of my material and mp3's for everyone to listen to before "the sweet sound of silence", my debut album is officially released. If you'd like to know more just drop me comment on here or see my facebook for updates ( &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/people/Akshay_Lakhiani/759860231"&gt;http://www.facebook.com/people/Akshay_Lakhiani/759860231&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for stopping by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. - I'm relatively new to blogging so forgive me for any rookie mistakes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-6310710651558236428?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/6310710651558236428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=6310710651558236428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/6310710651558236428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/6310710651558236428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/hope-you-like-songs-ive-posted-so-far.html' title=''/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-4348924835871184641</id><published>2009-05-11T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T10:29:52.958-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love is like an insect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2666/30/32/759860231/n759860231_6571410_3871110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 558px; height: 604px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2666/30/32/759860231/n759860231_6571410_3871110.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I believe,&lt;br /&gt;In the Japanese,&lt;br /&gt;Way of thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Oh they believe,&lt;br /&gt;Love is like an insect.&lt;br /&gt;The girl in front,&lt;br /&gt;Dont you look at me like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it sounds weird,&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt make sense to you.&lt;br /&gt;But dig a little deeper,&lt;br /&gt;Think outside the box,&lt;br /&gt;Trust me, you'll see it in the way I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at all the bugs around you and me,&lt;br /&gt;There must be hundreds and hundreds,&lt;br /&gt;Just in this vicinity....&lt;br /&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;So pay close attention,&lt;br /&gt;All they want is your devotion,&lt;br /&gt;They may call to you,&lt;br /&gt;From morning to evening,&lt;br /&gt;They may offer you,&lt;br /&gt;Fresh Flowers from spring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont be fooled by them,&lt;br /&gt;and they're wreckless "I love you's".&lt;br /&gt;When you have a love,&lt;br /&gt;Thats greater than all their longing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a firefly's silent passion,&lt;br /&gt;Thats gives its body a reason to burn&lt;br /&gt;and light up the dark,&lt;br /&gt;Such is my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;Such is my love for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a random blurb, I had the pleasure of reading a really cool japanese haiku recently and I thought it would make an interesting song just to fill in the gaps inbetween a show :D Its not your usual subject or anything commerical but at the heart of this song, there's a very sweet message.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-4348924835871184641?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4348924835871184641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=4348924835871184641' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4348924835871184641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4348924835871184641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/love-is-like-insect.html' title='Love is like an insect'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-4290908625630634970</id><published>2009-05-11T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:08:05.002-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Behind you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2666/30/32/759860231/n759860231_6595591_5803299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 450px;" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/photos-ak-snc1/v2666/30/32/759860231/n759860231_6595591_5803299.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look ahead,&lt;br /&gt;and I look back,&lt;br /&gt;On everything.&lt;br /&gt;Bring back the past,&lt;br /&gt;As I'am afraid of what,&lt;br /&gt;The future will bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could we stray?&lt;br /&gt;How could all our love fade away?&lt;br /&gt;You thought I left,&lt;br /&gt;When I was really there to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind you,&lt;br /&gt;I was standing behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Behind you,&lt;br /&gt;I was hidden from plain view.&lt;br /&gt;Behind you,&lt;br /&gt;Where your eyes cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;I waited for you to turn to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're with him,&lt;br /&gt;This is punishment for all my sins,&lt;br /&gt;I should've dealt all my cards,&lt;br /&gt;The lord knows that loosing you,&lt;br /&gt;would make me try to win.&lt;br /&gt;I need to win you back again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who says its complicated?&lt;br /&gt;You're either loved or you're hated.&lt;br /&gt;I vote you try a change,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you'll see i've changed.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe this time you'll see, I was...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind you,&lt;br /&gt;Standing behind you.&lt;br /&gt;Behind you,&lt;br /&gt;Hidden from plain view.&lt;br /&gt;Behind you,&lt;br /&gt;Where your eyes cannot see.&lt;br /&gt;I was waiting for you to turn to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting for you to turn to me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be waiting for you to turn to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Akshay Lakhiani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-4290908625630634970?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/4290908625630634970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=4290908625630634970' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4290908625630634970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/4290908625630634970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/behind-you.html' title='Behind you'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-7232651703291567603</id><published>2009-05-11T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:09:47.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twilight in the wilderness</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs006.snc1/2823_170356265231_759860231_6919889_2283225_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 582px; height: 360px;" src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs006.snc1/2823_170356265231_759860231_6919889_2283225_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting in anticipation,&lt;br /&gt;For the sun to appear,&lt;br /&gt;Dressed in velvet black,&lt;br /&gt;With diamonds on her ears.&lt;br /&gt;She was glowing,&lt;br /&gt;I could see her beams,&lt;br /&gt;Through the mist.&lt;br /&gt;She was glowing,&lt;br /&gt;She stayed awake the night,&lt;br /&gt;To be his.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the world's asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Before our eyes, they open.&lt;br /&gt;She'd let the light undress her,&lt;br /&gt;They'd spend dawn together,&lt;br /&gt;and then she'd retreat behind the shadows,&lt;br /&gt;Drown herself in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Her love is a mystery once more,&lt;br /&gt;and Nobody will know.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will know.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the day and night divide.&lt;br /&gt;Their love was forbidden,&lt;br /&gt;No one understood, the feelings they shared.&lt;br /&gt;She was water, calm and gentle.&lt;br /&gt;He was fire, burning red with passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like twilight in the wilderness.&lt;br /&gt;They were opposites at first glance,&lt;br /&gt;So she counted on the world,&lt;br /&gt;to give their love another chance.&lt;br /&gt;Someday, Someone would see,&lt;br /&gt;How he would shine the light,&lt;br /&gt;Through her veins.&lt;br /&gt;Releasing her from her silent pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the world's asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Before our eyes, they open.&lt;br /&gt;She'd let the light undress her,&lt;br /&gt;They'd spend dawn together,&lt;br /&gt;and then she'd walk amongst the shadows,&lt;br /&gt;Drown herself in darkness.&lt;br /&gt;Her love is a mystery once more,&lt;br /&gt;and Nobody will know,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will know,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her love is a mystery once more,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will know,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will know,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody will know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright. © 2009 Akshay Lakhiani. All Rights Reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-7232651703291567603?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7232651703291567603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=7232651703291567603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/7232651703291567603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/7232651703291567603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/twilight-in-wilderness.html' title='Twilight in the wilderness'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-7840542953601625805</id><published>2009-05-11T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T19:05:38.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Roses and Vines</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_142672775231_759860231_6404613_2623046_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 604px; height: 391px;" src="http://photos-f.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_142672775231_759860231_6404613_2623046_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If All the world were a garden,&lt;br /&gt;She would lie amongst the rose beds.&lt;br /&gt;The sacred cult of Aphrodite. (1)&lt;br /&gt;Where secrets grow beneath.&lt;br /&gt;What our eyes can see... (2)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lift her scarlet veil of perfection,&lt;br /&gt;You'll find an entagled mess of vines.&lt;br /&gt;A web of all her charms and flaws,&lt;br /&gt;That come together to keep her grounded, (3)&lt;br /&gt;That come together to lift her off the ground. (4)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty cant be defined.&lt;br /&gt;Through guitar strings or a poet's rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;For she's more than what she seems.&lt;br /&gt;For she's another of mercutio's dreams. (5)&lt;br /&gt;She is roses and vines, intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Painted in pictures by Redoute, (6)&lt;br /&gt;Described by Yeats in his flamboyant ways. (7)&lt;br /&gt;Like a marriage of pain and pleasure, (8)&lt;br /&gt;She's man-kind's prolific addiction,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and the envy of every woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet few try to understand her.&lt;br /&gt;All they see is a flower in a vase, (9)&lt;br /&gt;Wish they'd look past her class exterior,&lt;br /&gt;To see, the passionate love in her thorns(10)&lt;br /&gt;And all the insecurities her leaves adorn. (11)&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Her beauty cant be defined.&lt;br /&gt;Call it love, for all things divine. (12)&lt;br /&gt;For she's more than what she seems.&lt;br /&gt;For she's the yellow and blue behind green.&lt;br /&gt;She is roses and vines, intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is her beauty white like the snow?&lt;br /&gt;Or is her beauty, the soil below? (13)&lt;br /&gt;Is her beauty in a starlit night?&lt;br /&gt;Or is her beauty in, what lies behind the light? (14)&lt;br /&gt;I know, what nobody knows.&lt;br /&gt;I know, all that, she wont expose. (15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, her beauty cant be defined.&lt;br /&gt;Like Colours to a man thats blind.&lt;br /&gt;For she's more than what she seems.&lt;br /&gt;She is roses and vines, intertwined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright. © 2009 Akshay Lakhiani.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-7840542953601625805?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/7840542953601625805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=7840542953601625805' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/7840542953601625805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/7840542953601625805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/roses-and-vines.html' title='Roses and Vines'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-2413751587846071351</id><published>2009-05-11T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T08:13:57.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I will wait for you</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4208_174495100231_759860231_7015322_1514425_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 498px; height: 339px;" src="http://photos-c.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs014.snc1/4208_174495100231_759860231_7015322_1514425_n.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coulds have opened and its pouring rain,&lt;br /&gt;The flow of water, resurrects the slain,&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough change may ease my pain.&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a sea of faces, we all loose our tracks,&lt;br /&gt;Wonder free, slip through the cracks,&lt;br /&gt;You've forgotten but you'll find your way back,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through narrow roads, that close on us,&lt;br /&gt;With nowhere left to turn,&lt;br /&gt;On hollow ground, we rely on trust,&lt;br /&gt;And grow closer from what we learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I'm hanging on by a memory,&lt;br /&gt;While autumn leaves escape the trees,&lt;br /&gt;I may be down, I may be on my knees,&lt;br /&gt;(but) I will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the darkest hours of the night,&lt;br /&gt;I call on you, to keep me alive,&lt;br /&gt;When hope is fading and out of sight,&lt;br /&gt;You breathe into my dreams, the air of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days turn to months, months to years,&lt;br /&gt;All my confidence, reduced to fear,&lt;br /&gt;Although my heart says you'll disappear,&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  "The Road goes ever on and on&lt;br /&gt;  Down from the door where it began.&lt;br /&gt;  Now far ahead the Road has gone,&lt;br /&gt;  And I must follow, if I can..." - J. R. R. Tolkien&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright. © 2009 Akshay Lakhiani. All Rights Reserved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-2413751587846071351?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/2413751587846071351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=2413751587846071351' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/2413751587846071351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/2413751587846071351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-will-wait-for-you.html' title='I will wait for you'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2288498534760576174.post-9211505568518075622</id><published>2009-05-11T07:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:01:37.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stay Awake with me...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_141197270231_759860231_6365047_7414974_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 604px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 406px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos-h.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs010.snc1/2628_141197270231_759860231_6365047_7414974_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wind against the window,&lt;br /&gt;The sun behind its shadow,&lt;br /&gt;And the moon mourns in black, like a widow.&lt;br /&gt;While you and me dance the night,&lt;br /&gt;Till the skies, switch off the lights,&lt;br /&gt;I can keep your heart beating,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can win this fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the storm is coming closer.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are growing weaker.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm selfish for holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;When its time to say goodbye dear,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trapped in my own conscience&lt;br /&gt;My mind is confused in all this silence.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking with my heart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will you please,&lt;br /&gt;stay awake with me,&lt;br /&gt;stay awake with me,&lt;br /&gt;Its not far from day.&lt;br /&gt;stay awake with me,&lt;br /&gt;stay awake with me,&lt;br /&gt;Dont you go away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of nature's fireworks.&lt;br /&gt;The tame land goes berserk,&lt;br /&gt;And zeus prying from above, with his fatal smirk.&lt;br /&gt;Me and you, We're at the mercy of time,&lt;br /&gt;The clouds, they've let the rain unwind,&lt;br /&gt;Eventhough I feel your grip fainting,&lt;br /&gt;I believe the sun will shine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the storm is coming closer.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are growing weaker.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm selfish for holding on to you&lt;br /&gt;When its time to say goodbye dear,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm trapped in my own conscience&lt;br /&gt;My mind is confused in all this silence.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm thinking with my heart now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So will you please,&lt;br /&gt;stay awake with me,&lt;br /&gt;stay awake with me,&lt;br /&gt;Its not far from day.&lt;br /&gt;Stay awake with me,&lt;br /&gt;stay awake with me,&lt;br /&gt;Dont fall asleep,&lt;br /&gt;Dont leave me this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;© 2009 Akshay Lakhiani&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2288498534760576174-9211505568518075622?l=sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/feeds/9211505568518075622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2288498534760576174&amp;postID=9211505568518075622' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/9211505568518075622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2288498534760576174/posts/default/9211505568518075622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sweetsoundofsilence.blogspot.com/2009/05/stay-awake-with-me.html' title='Stay Awake with me...'/><author><name>Akshay Lakhiani</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07183395520513076008</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='27' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_g4yYkHSpmxg/Spst88Ai86I/AAAAAAAAAEI/pA6gEjPH6zM/S220/n759860231_7024.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
