<?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-6958992282118825965</id><updated>2011-12-17T02:39:34.809-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fallout of Insomnia</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632990041496264059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VUbrFuGML50/SALcmc2eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1PeW8Nw9Lhc/S220/sam.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958992282118825965.post-5988842922724921099</id><published>2010-01-25T08:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T11:11:55.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Strange Company</title><content type='html'>Often I travel, along this road&lt;br /&gt;A merry heart, a merry soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In strange company&lt;br /&gt;Of faces anew&lt;br /&gt;Amongst whom, I take this stroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the sun sets&lt;br /&gt;And moon ascends&lt;br /&gt;I wish this journey never ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where solitude and gathering, coexist&lt;br /&gt;And tranquil shades, to life it lends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strangers though,&lt;br /&gt;A bond we share&lt;br /&gt;No words ever spoken&lt;br /&gt;Just a glance or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where under moonlit skies&lt;br /&gt;With the deepest blue&lt;br /&gt;They rest my mind&lt;br /&gt;For moments few&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And return I do&lt;br /&gt;To my life&lt;br /&gt;Full of vigor&lt;br /&gt;To fight another day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A road like this&lt;br /&gt;Has a charm of the untouched&lt;br /&gt;And till I come back&lt;br /&gt;I pray, the same it will stay&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6958992282118825965-5988842922724921099?l=sameersdamle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VUbrFuGML50/SALcmc2eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1PeW8Nw9Lhc/S220/sam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958992282118825965.post-7500519817243587979</id><published>2008-07-18T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T20:46:32.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The White Carpet</title><content type='html'>Veer not, my gaze&lt;br /&gt;Off the silent scene&lt;br /&gt;Where wanders my mind&lt;br /&gt;A spirit serene&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untouched for miles&lt;br /&gt;The silky snow lies&lt;br /&gt;White carpet as if,&lt;br /&gt;Beneath blue skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amidst the milky way&lt;br /&gt;Conifers stand erect&lt;br /&gt;Like giants of Stonehenge&lt;br /&gt;Stillness in effect&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Descend their leaves&lt;br /&gt;Without a sound&lt;br /&gt;In a rhythmic waltz&lt;br /&gt;They fall aground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its bluish tint&lt;br /&gt;Has a touch divine&lt;br /&gt;Like Atlantis of lore &lt;br /&gt;It is sublime&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6958992282118825965-7500519817243587979?l=sameersdamle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/feeds/7500519817243587979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6958992282118825965&amp;postID=7500519817243587979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default/7500519817243587979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default/7500519817243587979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/2008/07/white-carpet.html' title='The White Carpet'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632990041496264059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VUbrFuGML50/SALcmc2eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1PeW8Nw9Lhc/S220/sam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958992282118825965.post-2936559636551332158</id><published>2008-07-10T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T09:09:10.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Flow like a River</title><content type='html'>Meandering through the plains &lt;br /&gt;A river charts its course&lt;br /&gt;Cutting through the mountain &lt;br /&gt;Ferocious in its force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its water flows steadily &lt;br /&gt;Not wavering from its goal&lt;br /&gt;Joined along the way &lt;br /&gt;By streams of the same soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanishing at sea &lt;br /&gt;Its legacy left behind&lt;br /&gt;We are travelers on our own road&lt;br /&gt;Meeting nomads of the same kind&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6958992282118825965-2936559636551332158?l=sameersdamle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/feeds/2936559636551332158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6958992282118825965&amp;postID=2936559636551332158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default/2936559636551332158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default/2936559636551332158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/2008/07/flow-like-river.html' title='Flow like a River'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632990041496264059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VUbrFuGML50/SALcmc2eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1PeW8Nw9Lhc/S220/sam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958992282118825965.post-3741824758662348474</id><published>2008-04-17T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T10:10:03.485-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Reflection</title><content type='html'>04/18/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Across the hall sat I&lt;br /&gt;Uncomfortable, out of place&lt;br /&gt;Shifting in my chair&lt;br /&gt;Searching for a pleasant face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no conversations,&lt;br /&gt;No views to air&lt;br /&gt;Bored to my wits end&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing to share&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when I saw her&lt;br /&gt;Within a noisy crowd&lt;br /&gt;Her presence inconspicuous&lt;br /&gt;Not making even the slightest sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With a stroke through her hair&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful face she revealed&lt;br /&gt;It was nothing perfect&lt;br /&gt;But to me pleasant it seemed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her smile was infectious&lt;br /&gt;And personality calming&lt;br /&gt;But her eyes did not twinkle&lt;br /&gt;Betraying that she was acting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sadness in her face&lt;br /&gt;Although not apparent&lt;br /&gt;The hurt was still there&lt;br /&gt;Chipping away making her blunt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her thoughts wanted to drift &lt;br /&gt;To their own little paradise&lt;br /&gt;Where nothing could go wrong&lt;br /&gt;A place without deceit and lies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one glance at her &lt;br /&gt;Rooted me to my chair&lt;br /&gt;I had seen my reflection&lt;br /&gt;And at it I continued to stare&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6958992282118825965-3741824758662348474?l=sameersdamle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/feeds/3741824758662348474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6958992282118825965&amp;postID=3741824758662348474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default/3741824758662348474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default/3741824758662348474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-one-glance.html' title='A Reflection'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632990041496264059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VUbrFuGML50/SALcmc2eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1PeW8Nw9Lhc/S220/sam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958992282118825965.post-7871125262056231768</id><published>2008-04-14T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:41:59.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quest for an Equal Mind</title><content type='html'>04/15/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is kind of my version of Hank Rearden and his search for Francisco. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stood he on the terrace&lt;br /&gt;Face beaming with pride&lt;br /&gt;He had finally reached the top&lt;br /&gt;It hadn't been an easy ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His empire stood below him&lt;br /&gt;Made with his toil and blood&lt;br /&gt;Till the point of collapse&lt;br /&gt;He had crawled through every bit of mud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he now stood there, &lt;br /&gt;Thinking about his struggle&lt;br /&gt;The victory he had achieved &lt;br /&gt;What had made it possible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something was amiss, &lt;br /&gt;He looked around to find he was alone&lt;br /&gt;A metaphor to his future&lt;br /&gt;A dreary fact he would soon bemoan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All his success, All his victories &lt;br /&gt;But never once did he find&lt;br /&gt;A person who could match him &lt;br /&gt;In his spirit, effort and mind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there no one in this world? He asked himself&lt;br /&gt;Let him even be a foe&lt;br /&gt;Let him challenge me to my best&lt;br /&gt;I will not ask for more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But let there be someone &lt;br /&gt;I can deal with equally&lt;br /&gt;Who understands what I am &lt;br /&gt;And doesn't ask for charity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true what they say&lt;br /&gt;It is lonely at the top&lt;br /&gt;I yearn for that beautiful day&lt;br /&gt;When this search of mine will stop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6958992282118825965-7871125262056231768?l=sameersdamle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/feeds/7871125262056231768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6958992282118825965&amp;postID=7871125262056231768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default/7871125262056231768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default/7871125262056231768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/2008/04/quest-for-equal-mind.html' title='Quest for an Equal Mind'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632990041496264059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VUbrFuGML50/SALcmc2eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1PeW8Nw9Lhc/S220/sam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958992282118825965.post-4242539168281018923</id><published>2008-04-14T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T00:34:43.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Symphony</title><content type='html'>04/14/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the amphitheater the people await&lt;br /&gt;Under the moonlight the orchestra stands&lt;br /&gt;In the silence he raises his hands&lt;br /&gt;To commence with those magical wands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The musicians stand on their instruments&lt;br /&gt;Like the confident knights in the battlefield&lt;br /&gt;Their faces have a steely focus&lt;br /&gt;Those of artists who will never yield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first sounds set &lt;br /&gt;The tone for the evening&lt;br /&gt;As they harmonize together&lt;br /&gt;Giving symphony its meaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Decisiveness in every stroke&lt;br /&gt;Clarity in every note&lt;br /&gt;Their unison creates&lt;br /&gt;Music that makes one float&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The grandeur and its brilliance is &lt;br /&gt;A statement of sophistication&lt;br /&gt;The rise and the fall of tempo&lt;br /&gt;Is a surge of emotion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the final moment&lt;br /&gt;They reach their peak&lt;br /&gt;As it culminates in a flourish&lt;br /&gt;You are left with more to seek&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6958992282118825965-4242539168281018923?l=sameersdamle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/feeds/4242539168281018923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6958992282118825965&amp;postID=4242539168281018923' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default/4242539168281018923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default/4242539168281018923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/2008/04/symphony.html' title='Symphony'/><author><name>Sameer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16632990041496264059</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VUbrFuGML50/SALcmc2eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1PeW8Nw9Lhc/S220/sam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958992282118825965.post-2247846350175818896</id><published>2008-04-09T21:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T14:33:26.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Insomnia</title><content type='html'>03/24/08&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been days now&lt;br /&gt;Since the last time I have slept&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts have stagnated&lt;br /&gt;Every night I have wept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night by night pain grows&lt;br /&gt;As a shadow through the day&lt;br /&gt;My mind is losing&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know how long I have to pay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is impossible to hold back&lt;br /&gt;To contain my anger, my fear&lt;br /&gt;I try to hit out violently&lt;br /&gt;But instead I hurt myself deeper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't assuage the cause for this&lt;br /&gt;Neither can I destroy myself&lt;br /&gt;The thought of wounding what I love&lt;br /&gt;Will kill whatever I have left&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now there seems no respite from here&lt;br /&gt;So I beg everyone for a cure&lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes of sleep &lt;br /&gt;Just a few minutes… sound and pure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6958992282118825965-2247846350175818896?l=sameersdamle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/feeds/2247846350175818896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_VUbrFuGML50/SALcmc2eZ_I/AAAAAAAAAD4/1PeW8Nw9Lhc/S220/sam.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6958992282118825965.post-4204959560897220130</id><published>2008-04-09T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T21:03:27.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reason to Live</title><content type='html'>03/23/2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wood was splitting in its columns&lt;br /&gt;One could see the remnants of the gate&lt;br /&gt;The house was crooked and derelict&lt;br /&gt;An apt reflection of his fate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sat in a cane chair&lt;br /&gt;His eyes staring into infinity&lt;br /&gt;The longing for something was evident&lt;br /&gt;His anticipation disturbed the serenity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly with a push of hands he stood up&lt;br /&gt;As if his wait was over&lt;br /&gt;The clatter of small feet broke the silence&lt;br /&gt;And tiny hands reached his fingers to cover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bright smile appeared on his face&lt;br /&gt;Not for the sun, not for the river&lt;br /&gt;Not for the birds, not for the flowers&lt;br /&gt;This is what he lived for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6958992282118825965-4204959560897220130?l=sameersdamle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sameersdamle.blogspot.com/feeds/4204959560897220130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6958992282118825965&amp;postID=4204959560897220130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6958992282118825965/posts/default/4204959560897220130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mind wanted to return&lt;br /&gt;But my feet sank in the sand&lt;br /&gt;The shores suddenly seemed empty&lt;br /&gt;A chasm between sea and land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then like the scent of life&lt;br /&gt;I smelt the land on the other side&lt;br /&gt;I thought I had lost it all&lt;br /&gt;But I knew I had to fight the tide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With new strength my feet moved&lt;br /&gt;Full of purpose, full of verve&lt;br /&gt;Stronger than the sea they proved&lt;br /&gt;Is man's will and his nerve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From that moment I knew&lt;br /&gt;I owe it to my life to pull through&lt;br /&gt;Live again with all I have&lt;br /&gt;To look ahead at what is new&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6958992282118825965-7735086378720263531?l=sameersdamle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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