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<title>A New Way Of Life</title> 
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<rights>Copyright (c) Achillean</rights> 
  
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 <title>all that is that you want but cant take back</title> 
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 <updated>2004-05-18T04:21:12+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  Things we say we dont mean , things we mean we dont say    
  When all else fails who will be there   
  to see us through this time of night    
  hurt the ones who care ,    
  make them ...</summary> 
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 <name>Achillean</name> 
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General 
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   Things we say we dont mean , things we mean we dont say    
  When all else fails who will be there   
  to see us through this time of night    
  hurt the ones who care ,    
  make them see what is not there   
  when all there is , is a ever-lasting hope of re-union   
  Push them far away, push them far again    
  never to take them back and get over that silly mistake   
  that which you dont even remember.   
  y is it that we find it difficult to let go of the ones we love    
  and think twice of taking it all back when all you want is that   
  forgiveness is not a virtue of the great or the noble    
  it is just another quality overshadowed by our egos   
  like so much else , we forget to forgive ,   
  to forget the pain , to forget the memories ,    
  to forget every single moment of ecstacy    
  when all we need to do is forget to forget ,to forgive.     
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 <id>tag:blogs.fullhyderabad.com,2004-05-17:173</id>
 <title>EUTHANSIA IS NOT THE ONLY ISSUE</title> 
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 <updated>2004-05-17T04:19:05+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">    Hold on people .. with all this talk abt euthanasia   </summary> 
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 <name>Achillean</name> 
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     Hold on people .. with all this talk abt euthanasia    
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 <title>18 - a little too old to be a little too young</title> 
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 <updated>2004-05-16T22:04:30+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text"> A day since yesterday, an overnight transformation from a boyish prince to a handsome king. i think to myself what change has overcome me in just another
ordinary day. This question eluded me ...</summary> 
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  A day since yesterday, an overnight transformation from a boyish prince to a handsome king. i think to myself what change has overcome me in just another
ordinary day. This question eluded me forever. It remained an enigma. but i
realised the naivity of society. its fidelity to the principles whcih define the
very existence of mankind. but if not for the defiance, would mankind have been
what it is today? I wonder elusively.
  
18- the twilight between the passing dusk and long long arcane night whose
darkness evades tomorrow from today. At this point on this day, i feel no
different. Then how come I am recogonised as a man? how much could i have changed in one day? How mature could i have become? Then i realise it is just a naivity of society...
  
Yesterday, society deemed me unfit to stand on my own feet, dependent on my
parents, outcast from responsibility and referred to as a minor. But all of a
sudden, I feel a burden, an added responsibility... no a vision of
responsibility magnified since yesterday.
  
Society recogonises me but it is the ones who are most relevant to me that don't, they still view me as they did yesterday. On this day, at this moment
i feel a little too old to be a little too young.  
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 <title>Her Being</title> 
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 <updated>2004-05-16T20:50:27+05:30</updated> 
 <summary type="text">  There are no realms of reality if your mind is free  
  Thinking of nothing , acquiring everything  
  An ardent self-belief conflagrating my soul   
  Retrospect preaches lies,deceit and ...</summary> 
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 <name>Achillean</name> 
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   There are no realms of reality if your mind is free  
  Thinking of nothing , acquiring everything  
  An ardent self-belief conflagrating my soul   
  Retrospect preaches lies,deceit and mistrust that now lie as a forgone land  
  But the heart still beats for her , forgetting   
  the beast mesmerised by the beauty  
  Time is inanimate , bound by the two hands of reality  
  that count down&nbsp;every second of existence .  
  The mind is what the heart deceives for pure blissful torture   
  And such a terminal plague love&nbsp;is that it rekindles relentlessly at the slightest sign of her being . &nbsp; 
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