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He and She: He and She - Part 1
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The 'He and She' series. He and She - Part 1. She (sounding happy): You know what. He (delighted to see her happy): Tell me. She (girlie at her best): Guess what should be the reason for my happiness. He (in a serious tone): I could never guess what was in your mind. She (showing some concern): What do you mean? He: You know what I mean. Anyways, let me guess, Promotion? She (quirked an eyebrow and chuckled): Nope. Try again. She (Smiling): I’m getting married. What he does, etc, etc. He: Ya, who is he?
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He and She: He and She - Part 3
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The 'He and She' series. He and She - Part 3. It sir was a renowned businessman in town. He and his wife worked from scratch and built an empire, a business house having branches in ten countries worldwide. He had influential contacts in the political circuit. He could get things done from the government at the click of a button. However his staff hated him. They say he was a “Hitler at work.”. It sir: Hello She. It here. She (delighted): Hello It sir. It sir: It’s your first day at work? It sir: Bye dear.
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Whatever . . .: August 2009
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Whatever . . . I dont care to belong to a club that accepts people like me . . . . . Tuesday, August 25, 2009. Why does it feel that there's something more to life? And why does it fell that something's outta sight? Why does it take so much soul to find the way? And why does it still turn out to be the wrong way? Why is it so we never feel we have enough? And why is figuring out a want from a need so tough? Why is it that we do so many things to be happy? Sandesh S. Deshmukh. Tuesday, August 25, 2009.
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Whatever . . .: Smurf It . . . . .
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Whatever . . . I dont care to belong to a club that accepts people like me . . . . . Tuesday, June 14, 2005. Smurf It . . . . . I had to try again and again until i came up with a name no one else came up at blogger. Its kind of silly, but it atleast got my blog started. "Smurf It." Whatever that means! Sandesh S. Deshmukh. Tuesday, June 14, 2005. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Subscribe in a reader. Sandesh S. Deshmukh. View my complete profile. Smurf It . . . . . Make your own badge here.
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Whatever . . .: My love.. My longing...
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Whatever . . . I dont care to belong to a club that accepts people like me . . . . . Sunday, September 20, 2009. My love. My longing. Thinking about you and your wonderful charms,. I can still smell your perfume on my arms. The moment we meet was so surreal,. The touch of your hands was such a blissful feel. Thinking about you smile my heart always slips,. The taste of your kiss still lingers on my lips. You are in in my heart my love; you are meant to be,. We will be together somehow; please trust me.
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Whatever . . .: February 2008
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Whatever . . . I dont care to belong to a club that accepts people like me . . . . . Sunday, February 03, 2008. My love, My madness. I feel so lonely,. So aimless and offline. I feel so helpless,. So selfish and undivine. I feel so crazy,. Feel sanity cant be fine. I feel so weak,. Frustrated and just alive. But i still feel the warmth,. Of the love i never had. But i feel so cold,. Cos the warmth's just a lie. The lie's a truth,. A truth I can't accept. Cos once its done,. Sandesh S. Deshmukh.
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Whatever . . .: Love Dope
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Whatever . . . I dont care to belong to a club that accepts people like me . . . . . Thursday, August 04, 2005. This poem was written by me 2 years back. My Brain's Scratchin',. Don't know what's hatchin'. In her head, is she glad? What will happen tomorrow,. Hey, I don't know what's hapennin' today. Wild Winds are blowin',. Her thoughts are flowin,. Is she in good nick. Wonder what will happen,. My hopes, My hearts immature. Am I steppin' on landmines of hope,. Think It's just an illusion and.